Mu Tingxiao returned to the room and processed what Mu Lian said in his mind.
There are no loopholes and it makes perfect sense, but something feels wrong.
Mu Tingxiao felt that he still needed to meet Si Minghuan.
Si Minghuan and Mu Lian were married when they were young, but their relationship has gradually deteriorated over the years.
In his memory, Si Minghuan was a gentle and meticulous person, with a romantic attitude unique to an artist. He became famous at an early age, but because he had to accompany Mu Lian, he didn't think much about his career.
On the contrary, in these years, I have been busy running around holding art exhibitions and participating in various activities, and I have not even returned to Mu's house to celebrate the Spring Festival.
Mu Tingxiao made up his mind and went downstairs to find a servant and asked for Si Minghuan's phone number.
When he lived in Mulian's house, he had a pretty good relationship with Si Minghuan, but then he returned to Huyang City, and the contact between the two gradually decreased, and they have no contact now.
He dialed Si Minghuan's phone number.
The phone rang several times before it was answered.
"Hello?" Si Minghuan's voice was gentle, and Si Chengyu followed him.
Mu Tingxiao said quietly: "Uncle, it's me."
Si Minghuan's tone was a little surprised: "Ting Xiao?"
"It's me, where are you now? Can we sit down and chat together when you have time?" Mu Tingxiao's memory of Si Minghuan still lingered on many years ago, but he knew that Si Minghuan would not refuse his request.
Si Minghuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Of course, but I won't go back to Huyang City."
"I'm in country M, at your home."
There was silence on the other end of the phone again.
Mu Tingxiao did not rush Si Minghuan, but quietly waited for his answer.
"Okay, my art exhibition here ends this afternoon, and I will go home in the evening, but you don't want your aunt to know about this."
"I see."
Si Minghuan will be back in the evening, which is just the right time.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Tingxiao squinted his eyes and recalled what Si Minghuan said in his mind, "Don't let your aunt know."
If you analyze this sentence carefully, there is really a lot to it.
Si Minghuan was willing to have a chat with Mu Tingxiao without letting Mu Lian know. '
Mu Tingxiao didn't mention anything to talk about from beginning to end.
Obviously, Si Minghuan knew what Mu Tingxiao wanted to talk to him about.
This is a tacit understanding between smart people.
…
In the evening, Mu Tingxiao and Siminghuan had a phone call and made an appointment to meet at a cafe in the city.
It was exactly six o'clock when Mu Tingxiao arrived.
He ordered a cup of coffee, chose a seat by the window that could just see the parking lot at the door, and waited for Si Minghuan to arrive.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, he suddenly heard several screams.
This was followed by a burst of noisy footsteps and exclamations.
"Oh my God, there was a car accident!"
"How are you doing?"
"Call an ambulance quickly."
Mu Tingxiao frowned slightly and didn't care much at first.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up and walked outside.
He pushed through the crowd and walked up to the man who was hit by the car.
The person who was hit by the car was a middle-aged man. His white shirt was stained red with blood. Only the collar still had a bit of white color. His entire face had been hit so hard that it was hard to see his original face clearly.
Mu Tingxiao knelt down and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and he could vaguely see his original face.
This man is Si Minghuan!
Mu Tingxiao's movements paused and he called out: "Uncle? Si Minghuan?"
The man lying on the ground moved his fingers, and then there was no sound.
Someone next to him took out Si Minghuan's wallet and said to the ID on it: "This man's name is Si Minghuan."
"Oh my god, is that the painter?"
“My daughter has always wanted to go to one of his art exhibitions!”
By this time, the police had arrived.
"Get out of the way, all of them, get out of the way."
The police drove away the other onlookers and then came over and called Mu Tingxiao: "Sir, please get up and don't hinder us from doing things here."
Mu Tingxiao stood up with a cold face and stepped aside expressionlessly.
He watched the policeman reach out and check Si Minghuan's nose, and then said to the policeman on the side: "No breathing."
…
Mu Tingxiao followed him to the police station, and the police notified Mu Lian.
When Mu Lian came, he was completely lost: "Where is Minghuan? Where is Minghuan?"
The police stepped forward to stop Mu Lian: "Mrs. Si, please express your condolences."
Mu Lian saw Mu Tingxiao and walked towards him directly: "Tingxiao, what happened to your uncle? How could this happen?"
Mu Tingxiao raised his head, looked at the woman in front of him whose eyes were red and swollen but could not stop crying, and said, "I will accompany you to see him."
When Mu Lian saw Si Minghuan's body, he passed out immediately.
Mu Tingxiao stood alone in front of Si Minghuan's body with a heavy heart.
Even if Si Minghuan is not Si Chengyu's biological father, he is also Mu Jiachen's biological father.
Mu Jiachen and Si Minghuan have a very good relationship.
Si Minghuan's case is still under investigation. It has not yet been determined whether the accident was man-made or an accident.
Mu Tingxiao was cooperating with the police throughout the whole process to handle these matters.
By the time it was finished, it was already midnight.
It's daytime in China.
Mu Tingxiao sat by the flower bed outside the police station and called Mu Nuannuan.
The phone rang twice and was picked up by Mu Nuannuan.
Mu Nuannuan's soft voice came from the phone: "Mu Tingxiao?"
"I've asked her about Si Chengyu."
"What did she say?"
Mu Tingxiao relayed Mu Lian's words to Mu Nuannuan.
Mu Nuannuan was silent for a moment, and then asked him: "Do you think that's the case?"
It can be seen that Mu Nuannuan doesn't really believe this statement.
But now is not the time to investigate the authenticity of this matter.
Mu Tingxiao said in a hoarse voice: "My uncle passed away in a car accident."
Mu Nuannuan thought for a while and then realized that Mu Tingxiao's uncle was Mu Jiachen's father.
Mu Nuannuan asked: "Have you informed Xiaochen?"
"Someone has already informed me." Mu Tingxiao's voice showed a hint of exhaustion.
"It's midnight in Country M. You should pay attention to your health and take a rest sometimes." From such a distance, I could only tell him verbally.
As soon as Mu Nuannuan hung up the phone, Shiye called.
What Shi Ye told her was also the news that Si Minghuan had died in a car accident.
Shiye heard it from Mu Qingfeng's men.
Mu Nuannuan didn't know that Si Minghuan got into a car accident when he was going to have an appointment with Mu Tingxiao, so until now, he only thought it was a simple car accident.
Finally, Mu Nuannuan said: "Shi Ye, go to Country M with them. Mu Tingxiao's father should also go to Country M with Xiao Chen. I have no problem staying in Huyang City alone, but Mu Tingxiao It’s not convenient for Tingxiao to be alone abroad.”
Shi Ye actually wanted to go to Country M with Mu Tingxiao. Now that Mu Nuannuan said this, he no longer had any worries and flew to Country M with Mu Qingfeng and the others that day.