On the third day after Sisi woke up, Uncle Mu, upon hearing the news, personally ca to take her ho to recuperate, while Zhang Jie returned to the country first.
Uncle Mu’s ho was not in the sa city as where Sisi had the eting, and it was quite a distance away. However, Uncle Mu was wealthy; he directly flew over to pick up his niece, so distance was not a problem at all.
Before heading to her uncle’s house, the local police ca to ask Sisi about so details. They didn’t ask much else, only where Sisi got those daggers from?
Sisi had already thought about her answer. She said that she had spent a high price to buy them from a small-ti gangster because she felt that the security in the U Country wasn’t too good, and it made her uneasy not to carry a dagger with her.
"See, didn’t they co in handy?" Sisi spread her hands and teased earnestly.
The questioning policeman blushed and didn’t continue to ask questions, even though he felt there were too many coincidences in this case. Sisi’s timing was too opportune.
Furthermore, after eting Uncle Mu, he beca even more suspicious of Sisi’s identity. Jack Mu was no unknown figure in the U Country. It was said that his private arms business was quite substantial, and he had close ties with black forces worldwide.
Many people also said that this Jack Mu was actually a gang leader himself.
But these were just speculations. There was no evidence, even the FBI couldn’t catch any slip-ups of Jack’s, and he remained a gentleman in high society, smoking cigars, drinking red wine, sailing a private yacht through the waves.
No one knew the truth, people only knew that this magical Asian Jack was soone never to be offended.
Thus, when this old policeman saw that Sisi was Jack Mu’s niece, he quickly ended the questioning and bid farewell politely.
The police in the U Country also bully the weak and fear the strong!
Although Uncle Mu was nearly seventy years old, Sisi saw no difference in him compared to a few years ago, and he even seed more spirited. If it weren’t for the few strands of white in his temples, he would look like a mature man around forty, full of charisma.
"Uncle, you are getting younger and younger." Sisi flattered.
Uncle Mu lightly hit her on the head, this silly girl.
"Getting yourself hurt for soone unrelated, who would have thought there would be such a foolishly altruistic person in our Mu Family? You’re living more and more foolishly!" Uncle Mu mocked.
Sisi smiled and spoke nicely, promising not to play the Holy Mother again. This was just a montary impulse, and she now regretted it deeply.
Uncle Mu only said it offhandedly. In fact, he was quite pleased with Sisi saving that old lady Dalang, even though he wasn’t a good person himself, it didn’t stop him from admiring selfless saints like Dalang. If Dalang had died, who knows if there would be another good person like this in the world!
Seeing that Uncle Mu didn’t dwell further on the issue, Sisi breathed a sigh of relief. When she learned that the family wasn’t aware of the situation, she relaxed even more, her eyelids drooping, and soon fell asleep.
Before falling asleep, she kept pondering whether that voice truly existed.
Perhaps it was all just her own psychological activity?
The reason she heard that voice could be because her subconscious really wanted to save Professor Dalan, which affected her brain waves, causing her to hear that strange voice, and made her unable to move her legs away but to save Professor Dalan?
Could it be like this?
Was she essentially a big white lotus?
Sisi didn’t believe it at all, she wasn’t that kind-hearted. It must have been because of her Space that she was bound by the rules of the universe, having to save this great sage Dalang.
And heaven, in gratitude for her righteousness, bestowed two adorable babies as a reward!
Yes, it must be like this!
She was not that kind of annoying white lotus!
Uncle Mu watched Sisi on the bed, sleeping restlessly, furrowing her brows one mont, twitching her nose the next, then shaking her head—truly a child’s temperant, even though she was about to be a mother of three. Yet she was still so unsettled!
He chuckled and shook his head, lifted Sisi from the bed. At this mont, his assistant had already handled her discharge papers, and they both walked outside.
When Sisi woke up, it was already dusk. She lay on a large bed, with the gentle sound of waves lapping in her ears, like a lullaby.
She got up and walked to the balcony. Before her was a beautiful beach, the blue sea, the white sand, only there were no tourists frolicking on the beach, making it seem a bit empty. She later learned that Uncle Mu had bought the entire beach, making it a private area, hence no tourists.
Uncle Mu’s wife was nad Matina, an extrely elegant blonde woman. Although she was already elderly, one could still see from her beautiful face that Aunt Matina must have been a stunning beauty in her youth.
It made sense, after all, Mu Xiuzhu himself was a man full of masculine charm, how could ordinary won match him?
Aunt Matina was a well-known pianist in the U Country, and also a professor at a music academy, still working and teaching many students, truly a career woman.
However, now managing the household was Sisi’s eldest cousin Mu Dongxu’s wife, Rose, who was the only full-ti housewife in the family, hence had a very high status at ho.
Speaking of which, the U Country was completely different from the Z Country, where won actually had it hardest, maybe even harder than ancient won.
Modern Z Country won, though said to have elevated status, no longer being n’s appendages, their obligations rose exponentially with it.
Won not only had to toil early and late to earn a living, but when they returned ho, they had to take care of n, children, the elderly, and do housework. If done poorly, they might be told they’re not virtuous wives, and could even be divorced!
While career won, although a bit laborious, at least had so status at ho. But housewives, well, their ho status was basically non-existent. In the Z Country, there’s a saying which holds much truth: economic status determines family status.
Z Country won who can’t earn money must act ekly, and at the end of each month, they go begging like for living expenses from n, laboring like an ox and horse for the household, yet possibly not receiving a kind word in return.
Yet, no one considers that housewives’ labor at ho is also work, which should be compensated with wages.
But in the U Country, it’s different. If a woman is a housewife, her family would thank and respect her, because she sacrificed her career and Youth to support her husband and children.
Most importantly, the laws in the U Country are quite comprehensive in protecting won. In divorce, won don’t need to worry about starving if they’re unemployed, the law takes care of them.
So, although Rose was just a housewife, she held the highest status in the Mu Family, everyone in the family respected her greatly, which of course had much to do with her personal charisma.
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