Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Ha, did you see? Su Li is already starting to care about Mu Qingmei.

Su Li leaned in and said, ”There are some people who are smiling depression sufferers.” Don’t be fooled by Mu Qingmei’s cheerful facade; who knows if she’s secretly a depression patient?

Feng Huaijin said indifferently, ”Her? Depression? Every woman in the country could have depression, and she wouldn’t.”

Su Li was even more perplexed by this; this was strange.

Mu Qingmei seems fine and isn’t a depression patient, so why did Tuanzi once tell her that Mu Qingmei would die by suicide in the future?

The high society daughter of An City, with a bunch of friends, a typical rich and beautiful girl, why would she think of suicide?

Su Li touched the high-quality fabric of the dress and reminded Feng Huaijin, ”Huaijin, pay more attention to Mu Qingmei. She came to Jiangzhou Prefecture recently but left without even seeing us.”

Feng Huaijin nodded, he also felt something was off about Mu Qingmei.

She sent so many clothes and bags to Su Li, it always felt like she was trying to compensate or please someone...

Mu Qingmei sighed; it was so hard for her!

That sinister Feng Ciye caused such a huge scene at the family shrine, making Mu Qingmei unsettled these days.

Feng Huaimu is their family’s blood, so he could freely come and go from the Mu Family shrine; she must be related to Feng Huaimu by blood, right?

Did Madam Feng cheat on Brother Qi’s dad?

These piles of issues weighed on her heart like heavy stones, and she couldn’t find anyone to talk to, always feeling like the Mu Family owed Brother Qi something.

But if she tried to curry favor with Feng Huaijin, not only would Brother Qi slap her away directly, but it would also lead to misunderstandings between Feng Huaijin and Su Li, and she wouldn’t do such a wicked thing.

After much contemplation, Mu Qingmei decided to give all the compensation to Su Li.

After all, Su Li is Brother Qi’s fiancée, so compensating his fiancée is like compensating him.

Thinking about how Madam Feng and her father might have ”cheated” to give birth to Feng Huaimu and cuckolded Brother Qi’s dad made Mu Qingmei feel uncomfortable and suffocated.

Feng Ciye, that dog-like creature, kept these things hidden so well for so many years; who knows how he found out?

Judging by Brother Qi’s tone in the call earlier, he suspected her of being a home-wrecking lesbian, and he’s probably guarding against her now, making it hard to send something to Su Li again.

If she kept lying low, she couldn’t feel at ease.

Mu Qingmei sighed again, even playing golf poorly this time, attracting continuous laughter from the surrounding young masters and socialites.

”Miss Mu isn’t in a good mood today; she’s playing terribly.”

Mu Qingmei sighed, ”I’ve had too many worries these days.” So many that she wanted to avoid Feng Family people whenever she saw them.

A heavily made-up girl batted her eyelashes, her exaggeratedly manicured finger pointing not far away, ”Tsk, I heard that famous emperor from the entertainment industry is also here at this golf course with friends today, should we invite him to join us for some fun?”

Mu Qingmei raised an eyebrow, ”Mo Si Huang?”

She had heard he was recently in An City.

The group nodded repeatedly.

Mu Qingmei’s eyes lit up; compensating someone is still compensating someone, right? It’s said this Emperor Mo is Su Li’s senior brother master, so there’s a connection between them.

Mu Qingmei dropped her golf club and walked towards them briskly.

”Miss Mu, where are you going?”

Mu Qingmei waved her hand and casually said, ”Inviting your Emperor to play golf!”

Mu Qingmei had never seen that Emperor smile and wondered why so many fans liked his deadpan face.

Spotting him playing golf with friends at a glance, she quickly approached with her hands behind her back.

Mo Si Huang held a golf club, glancing back calmly, ”Mu Qingmei? Coming to borrow a lighter again?”

”No, borrowing you.”