21 Sisi (I)

Mu Zi walked along the secluded path in the garden to the villa at the front.

The magnificent European-styled villa gleamed in the sun with its sparkling-white columns and luscious greenery. The stone statues in the fountain spurted water, making everything look incredibly elegant.

This was a place where people could easily feel romantic.

When she had first moved in, she thought that she would be able to obtain happiness here. However, who would have known that she would lose her life...

Mu Zi stood in front of the door. The morning summer sun coated her body with a soft but warm gold glow, and her gem-like dark eyes seemed to draw in beautiful colors, full of light. 

She narrowed her eyes with a smile. There was a cunning hint in her movements.

Her assessment was not bad.

At that moment, everyone was eating in the dining hall. She did not meet a single person as she made her way from the living room staircase to the second floor.

Mu Zi grabbed the door handle, turned it gently, and walked into Mu Zening and her room...

The room was slightly different from her memories.

What once belonged to her had been put away after her death, and there was an additional portrait of the deceased on the dressing table.

Mu Zi was not in the mood to reminisce. 

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the storage box beside a cabinet. It was packed neatly with her work documents.

There was a prosecutor's badge, several indictments that had not been processed yet, unsorted court records, meeting minutes, as well as her laptop.

Although she had occasionally used a computer at work, it was still her personal belonging.

She could not think of a reason for Qiao Jingjia to take away her laptop, but there was no time for her to think about that now. She made the safest decision in the shortest possible time—

She quickly registered a new email and sent everything in the hard disk to the address. Then, she formatted the laptop.

Yes, she cleared out everything.

No matter what Qiao Jingjia wanted, she would not get her hands on it.

A large number of cases had been stored in the computer. Since they were all documents and pictures, they were sent quickly. However, it took a long time to format them.

Mu Zi locked the door and stared at the slow progress bar on the screen.

She was not flustered at all.

It did not matter even if Mu Zening suddenly returned to the room. When he finds that the door is locked, he would tell a servant to get the spare key. She could just get away then.

The progress bar on the screen reached 100%. The formatting was complete.

Mu Zening had not returned yet.

Mu Zi quickly put the laptop back and left the room.

However, her luck seemed to have run out. After taking just two steps, she heard the door lock of the door in front of her twist!

It was Mu Ling's room!

She had forgotten about Mu Ling!

Mu Ling's lips were injured and she had to get four stitches at the hospital. Although the doctor repeatedly assured her that there would be no scars, it was a very serious disfigurement for a young girl who loved her appearance. 

Mu Ling had not shown her face to the others for several days. How would she have gone downstairs to have breakfast with the others!

The moment came too fast and too suddenly! Mu Zi did not have time to think and subconsciously opened the nearest door before diving in!

...The room was completely dark.

At the same time, Mu Ling's complaining voice rang from outside— 

"It's all that damn Mu Zi's fault! Daddy, when are you coming back? It even hurts for me to speak now…"

She was on the phone. Her voice paused and continued again as she spoke. "...Well, the doctor said that it'll definitely heal before school starts… Dad, can't you just chase her out? Our Mu family isn't a welfare agency. Why do we have to raise someone else's child? I can't even invite my classmates to play at home because it's too embarrassing! …"

The sound grew distant and disappeared.

Mu Zi sighed in relief.

She turned to leave, only to find that her feet were caught by something and could not move...