Having nothing to do all day was rather boring, but there was no helping it. After the wedding banquet fiasco, the entire estate was on high alert. Even Benedict V had not left. Everyone was worried not that Farrell and Qian Kun would harm Qin Fen, but that there was some hidden secret in the middle of it all—perhaps an even greater conspiracy.
The flaw was obvious. Qian Kun and Farrell had framed Qin Fen, so why had Big Chef's dishes been fine while Qian Kun's had gone wrong? The more incomprehensible it seemed, the less anyone dared take it lightly. Two days later, the estate was still filled with an oppressive tension.
Qin Fen had just opened the door when Queen Mother's voice came from behind him. She wore a little leather cap and a leather trench coat, the cap tilted rakishly on her head, with her long black hair falling down one side. At that moment, Queen Mother did not look like a woman at all; she looked more like a young girl.
Seeing Qin Fen about to leave, Queen Mother did not know how to describe how she felt. She felt somewhat empty. After all, she was unfamiliar with the place, and Qin Fen was her only acquaintance. Now that she suddenly realized she would be left all alone, she could not help feeling a little melancholy.
She hesitated, but the words always died on her lips. Was she supposed to say, "Handsome, want to go out?" She was Queen Mother, after all. She still needed to maintain some reserve.
Qin Fen stood at the door and lit a cigarette. "What's wrong? Why are you still standing there? Come on!"
"Ah? You're taking me out?" Queen Mother grew a little nervous. Why had he not said so