CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

3Mu Qianqian looked at the tall man who was leaning against the door smoking. She looked at the flickering smoke on his finger and the smoke coming out of his mouth. She realized how unfamiliar this man was to her.    

    

She thought that even though Rong Heting was a tyrannical person, he still lacked patience and fairness towards her. However, she felt that Rong Heting must be someone who kept his word since he could manage such a large army and convince his friends and subordinates to do their best to defend his loyalty to him.    

    

Having slept with him so many times and seen the arrogance he suppressed under his cold personality, Mu Qianqian had once believed that a king standing at a high place like Rong Heting probably disdained lying to deceive her.    

    

There were too many scenes in this world that he had never seen before, and there were also too many aspects of a man who stood there that he had never seen before.    

    

Seeing Mu Qianqian coming out, Rong Heting put away the cigarette in his hand and a faint curve appeared on his lips.    

    

Rong Heting greeted her with open legs. When he walked to Mu Qianqian's side, he reached out his hand to pull Mu Qianqian into his arms.    

    

"You came down so quickly. Didn't you say you wanted to take the computer? Why didn't you bring it down?"    

    

When Mu Qianqian was obedient, Rong Heting was willing to lower his tone as much as possible. He didn't want to scare his little girl.    

    

Mu Qianqian raised her head and looked into Rong Heting's eyes without dodging at all. There was neither anger nor a smile on her face that could satisfy the man. She just stared calmly at Rong Heting, wanting to see what exactly the depth of his eyes was.    

    

"Rong Heting, I have something to ask you."    

    

Rong Heting was smoking a while ago and was confident that everything was under his control. Even if Mu Qianqian wasn't willing to go back with him, he didn't need to use forceful methods. He would definitely make her obediently follow beside him.    

    

But now that he held Mu Qianqian in his arms, Rong Heting looked at Mu Qianqian's pale and indifferent face and felt the emotions of a young woman. He realized that something must have gone wrong.    

    

"My uncle is dead."    

    

Rather than asking, Mu Qianqian's tone of voice didn't even have the slightest fluctuation. It was basically affirmation, she just wanted to confirm it with Rong Heting.    

    

The corner of Rong Heting's mouth turned pale for a second. Then, he recovered and didn't deny it.    

    

"He's dead."    

    

Mu Hongwen had died the day when Mu Qianqian had almost amputated the bullet that blocked the killer's leg for him.    

    

Ruan Xianglan had been very cooperative when this matter was being handled. Although his men hadn't specifically mentioned who took the body away, they hadn't purposely concealed it either. It was reasonable for them to have guessed it.    

    

Rong Heting felt that since Mu Qianqian knew about this, there was no point in hiding anything. His guilty conscience must have been the result of a cold this morning that had caused him to lose his head.    

    

After Rong Heting confirmed his answer, Mu Qianqian's body tensed up so much that her muscles became stiff. She could not maintain her calm mood. It was as if something that had been on her mind all this time suddenly burst out.    

    

With her breathing becoming heavier, Mu Qianqian tried her best to endure it, so that her brain wouldn't be deprived of oxygen by Rong Heting's reply. Her mind went blank for a moment.    

    

It was at this moment that Mu Qianqian realized that one would not cry in despair.    

    

The nerves instinctively block out things that they can't bear, and the mind empties, releasing emotions that you can't handle after the invisible pain has passed.    

    

Just like now, when she finally realized what Rong Heting's answer meant, the anger that seemed to be lingering around her for only a few seconds caused her body to tremble slightly as well.    

    

"You said my uncle was in your hands."    

    

"He's in my hands."    

    

"But he's dead."    

    

"I didn't say he was alive."    

    

"Who killed him?"    

    

"…"    

    

The tone of the two didn't change at all. They seemed to be calm and collected, as if they were discussing whether the weather was good or bad. But they both felt a kind of confrontation in each other's auras.    

    

When Mu Qianqian asked the last question, Rong Heting was speechless.    

    

Who killed Mu Hongwen? He didn't know, but did he have to know?    

    

Maybe Mu Hongwen was assassinated because of Mu Qianqian's relationship with him, but he didn't want to lie to anyone when he didn't have direct evidence to figure out the answer.    

    

Rong Heting wanted to explain the situation in the Sky Prison to Mu Qianqian, but Mu Qianqian no longer gave him any chances.    

    

"Ling Jinghan killed my uncle, didn't she?"    

    

Rong Heting's face darkened, "Who told you?"    

    

It was absolutely not Ling Jinghan who had done it, he knew. He just didn't know why Mu Qianqian had come to such a conclusion, or what Jinghan had done to hurt her that gave her the illusion.    

    

Rong Heting's tone became colder and colder due to his dissatisfaction with people touching his little thing without his permission.    

    

However, in Mu Qianqian's eyes, his displeasure had become a defence, and her question was tantamount to a disguised acknowledgement.    

    

"Hoh, so it's her. Why is it that even after your fiancée killed someone, you still want to be angry at me?"    

    

"What are you talking about? Speak properly for me."    

    

Rong Heting didn't know where Mu Qianqian's conclusion came from, and he couldn't stand her attitude towards him.    

    

Mu Qianqian finally broke down and shouted under Rong Heting's cold attitude, "Do you not understand what I'm saying?"    

    

The knuckles on Mu Qianqian's hand had turned white. For the first time ever, there was a fierce look on her face and she was no longer afraid.    

    

"Because you forced me to do so, your fiancée, who pretends to be flawless, wants to deal with me! She killed my uncle, not only did she harm my family, but I also lost the bone marrow to save Mu Shen! "    

    

"Rong Heting, are you satisfied with this result?"    

    

"What are you talking about? It was not Jinghan who killed Mu Hongwen. "    

    

Rong Heting didn't know why Mu Qianqian was so sure that Mu Hongwen was killed by Ling Jinghan, but he didn't want to be angered by this.    

    

Rong Heting, who had never explained anything, had no choice but to tell her what he found out. However, Mu Qianqian could only smile even more mockingly.    

    

"Of course you would, because you have to protect your fiancee and the Ling family's interests!"    

    

"…"    

    

"If it wasn't for you, why would Ling Jinghan want to deal with me out of jealousy?" "How could my uncle be implicated? Didn't you hear the words, 'I won't kill Berenberger because of me'?"    

    

"…"    

    

"In the end, the three of us are all murderers!"    

    

"Stop spouting nonsense. Come back with me now, I'll tell you everything then!"    

    

Rong Heting finally understood what Mu Qianqian was thinking and couldn't refute. He vaguely guessed that Mu Hongwen's death was related to him, but he didn't want Mu Qianqian to continue misunderstanding that he was defending Ling Jinghan.