Sheng Lei was detained by the police on charges of intentional destruction of property and provoking trouble.
After the incident, Sheng Mumu called a lawyer to explain the situation. The lawyer was on the way.
The lawyer told her on the phone that she could also charge Sheng Lei with intentional injury. According to the sentencing, he might be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of less than three years.
Sheng Mumu admired the lawyer's professionalism and efficiency again, and left the police station with peace of mind.
When she returned to the flower shop, Sheng Mumu was surprised to find that none of the employees had left. They took the initiative to stay and clean up the messy scene.
Putting oneself in another's position, everyone had been frightened to some extent today.
She couldn't bear to let everyone deal with this mess that was not originally part of their job because of Sheng Lei.
She stopped everyone's work and let them go home first.
She would hire a professional cleaning company to come and clean up the remaining mess.
Cheng Zhuo insisted on staying with her to wait for the cleaning company's people to come.
Sheng Mumu rejected him several times to no avail, so she had to let him stay here with her.
When there were only the two of them left in the flower shop, Cheng Zhuo picked up a chair, patted off the dust on it, moved it next to Sheng Mumu, and motioned for her to sit down.
Then, he found two cans of drinks from somewhere and handed one to her.
"Ms. Sheng, here you go."
Sheng Mumu took it and smiled gently, "Cheng Zhuo, thank you for today."
Cheng Zhuo opened the pull tab of the can, with a natural and casual expression,
"Pfft, I should do that. Protecting the boss's safety is also part of my job."
After speaking, he laughed heartily and took a sip of the drink.
Sheng Mumu held the can without drinking it, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked at Cheng Zhuo's profile.
A thin layer of water droplets condensed on the outer layer of the can, sliding down her fair and slender fingers to her wrist.
It dripped down.
The sunny and cheerful Cheng Zhuo in front of her overlapped with the image of Cheng Zhuo sitting in the driver's seat of the Maybach in her mind a few days ago.
Sheng Mumu's fingers curled slightly as she smiled faintly without saying anything else.
She knew this man had many secrets.
Perhaps his purpose for coming to Yueji Flower Shop was not simple either.
But when she thought of how he had stopped Sheng Lei at all costs even with blood dripping from his palm just now.
Sheng Mumu decided not to ask about it.
She was certain.
He had no malice.
With a "hiss", Sheng Mumu pulled open the tab of the can and drank from it indifferently.
Cheng Zhuo's gaze shifted sideways, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
Her nose was straight and delicate.
When she was not smiling, her eyebrows were gentle yet faintly heroic.
When she smiled, they curved into two small arcs.
She resembled her so much.
It was so similar.
Cheng Zhuo's thoughts wandered off without realizing Sheng Mumu had already put down her drink and looked over.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Sheng Mumu smiled gently, her eyes curved, "You don't have to keep me company actually, the cleaning company's people will arrive soon."
Cheng Zhuo's lips moved a few times before he couldn't help but ask,
"Ms. Sheng, was that man your own brother today?"
Sheng Mumu didn't expect Cheng Zhuo to ask this suddenly.
She didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Sheng Lei and her had the same surname Sheng. There was no reason they didn't have the same mother, right?
But if she said they had the same mother.
Why was there such a heavy bias towards men over women?
Was it possible that the original owner was adopted from a relative's family?
Before she could rule out any possibilities, she did not give an accurate answer, using a counter-question to steer the topic away.
Her brow quirked slightly, her gaze clear, "What? You think I don't look like his family?"
"You don't look alike. Your appearances are different, and so are your personalities." Cheng Zhuo answered very decisively. "One is heaven, the other underground."
Sheng Mumu's eyes smiled at his words, dimples sinking in, "You're quite good at complimenting people."
Seeing her smile, Cheng Zhuo also smiled.
His eyes were bright and focused, with two shallow dimples.
If it wasn't for his resume clearly stating his age as twenty-seven.
Just looking at his appearance, one would mistakenly think he had just graduated from university, with the stubborn immaturity not completely faded away yet.
Cheng Zhuo leaned his elbows casually on the chair arms, and asked again,
"By the way Ms. Sheng, did you grow up in Jing City since you were little?"
Sheng Mumu knew how to answer this one.
She had briefly investigated the original owner's experiences before.
When she was little, she had lived in a small city in the south with her parents and brother.
After graduating from university, she went to work in Guang City.
It was also there that she happened to come across old Mrs. Qi who had fallen into a coma, and sent the old lady to the hospital, catching the best time window for emergency treatment.
Later, under the matchmaking of the old lady, she got to know Qi Mo, chased him to Jing City, and got married per agreement.
"I didn't grow up in Jing City." Sheng Mumu replied.
Cheng Zhuo's eyes flashed imperceptibly. He leaned forward in his seat, no longer sitting casually and lazily. "Then—"
He had just uttered one word when four or five people from the cleaning company entered the flower shop one after another.
Sheng Mumu went to greet them, telling them which areas needed cleaning and where they should be careful when scrubbing.
Cheng Zhuo's lips tightened.
He held back the words that had reached his throat.
Never mind.
No hurry.
He could ask again next time there was a chance.
He took a deep breath and got up to help.
*
The news that Yueji Flower Shop was smashed spread quickly among the ladies.
Where there are people, there is society.
In the small community of rich ladies in Xiyu Yueting,
someone had recorded a video when passing by during the incident and posted it in the group chat.
-【Mrs. Qi, why did that person suddenly smash your flower shop for no reason?】
-【He must be a madman, right?】
-【Oh, this person looks so familiar. I've seen him at the entrance several times when entering the estate recently.】
-【Ah! Now that you mention it, how scary. Could he be a habitual offender? @Property Manager, please be sure to strengthen security.】
-【Yes, yes. Although Yueji Flower Shop is some distance away from the villa area, who knows if this madman might break in someday.】
To reassure everyone, Sheng Mumu replied: 【Everyone can rest assured. He has been detained by the police and won't be released for a very long time.】
-【That's good then. Mrs. Qi, you're alright, aren't you?】
-【Didn't you see the video? The handsome shop manager at the flower shop resolved the situation in time. I've rewatched that scene many times. Covering mouth laughing emoji】
-【Finally found someone who's on the same page as me, haha. This young man is really great. I've gone to the shop several times for afternoon tea just to feast my eyes.】
-【I didn't see it though. I only saw a group of bodyguards rushing out and pinning down that madman. 】
-【Mrs. Qi is indeed thoughtful to have bodyguards by her side. Otherwise who knows what danger she might have encountered.】
-【It's fine if it's someone just after money. Just give them money and get it over with. But there's no solution when encountering psychopaths like this who smash things in madness.】
Everyone chatted leisurely.
Suddenly, a sentence appeared in the group chat that instantly silenced the lively ladies' group.
A person with the nickname 【l】 sent out a sensational message.
-【I happened to pass by at that time and heard that madman say Mrs. Qi was his sister.】
Like thunder from a clear sky, for nearly half a minute, no one in the group replied a single word.
It was as if everyone was digesting this sentence on their own.
Right after, messages poured in like tidal waves.
-【?????】
-【You must have misheard. How could that be possible for Mrs. Qi's brother?】
-【If he's her brother, why would he smash his sister's shop?】
-【Are they blood-related siblings?】
The messages on the screen scrolled quickly.
The ladies in the group seemed to be waiting for Sheng Mumu to come out and clarify things.
Or they were looking forward to [l] providing more convincing evidence to corroborate her words.
Sheng Mumu tightened her grip on her phone and was silent for a few seconds before heaving a long sigh.
She replied:
-【That's right. He is indeed my brother.】
Since someone had already seen and heard it, it was better to tell the truth straightforwardly than try to cover it up deliberately. Moreover.
From any perspective.
The shameful one was Sheng Lei.
Sheng Mumu should not have felt ashamed about this to begin with.
At that time.
In a certain villa in Xiyu Yueting,
someone clenched their palm tightly, eyes fixed firmly on Sheng Mumu's words, a cold glint in them.
