Chapter 655: Chapter 446 First Time

Lin Qingyue had known for a while that Wu Mu’s family situation was definitely not good, and she had asked once before.

But after sensing Wu Mu’s resistance, she gave up on asking further, planning to wait until one day Wu Mu could tell her openly and without reservation.

However, the news from the Spring Festival Gala director made her feel that something was off.

Being something that could affect the program, according to the director… it seemed a bit different from the family misfortune she had imagined.

Wu Mu was a bit surprised at Lin Qingyue’s voice, “They investigate family background for the Spring Festival Gala?”

“Seems like they plan to have segments where various guests’ parents send blessings, so they’re looking into yours.” Lin Qingyue knew a bit.

She hesitated again, “Can you talk about it? It might leak elsewhere too, and if I know sooner, I can be prepared.”

Wu Mu felt a bit speechless, “Making a show involves such things, no wonder the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse every year.”

He chuckled, “Of course I can talk about it, I mentioned it before, if you want to know, I can tell you, as long as you don’t spread it around.”

He pondered a moment and said, “Probably they’re concerned about my dad being in prison affecting the program. After all, if it gets out that Wu Mu the big celebrity’s father is a murderer, it’d be quite sensational.”

There was silence on the other end, almost as if even the breathing stopped.

Wu Mu could barely hear, “Why is there the sound of celebration on your side, what are you doing?”

Lin Qingyue’s voice came through again, heavy even over the phone, “A murderer?”

“Yes, overall it was manslaughter, but with aggravating circumstances, so sentenced as intentional killing, got seventeen years, still not out.” Wu Mu nodded.

He heard a bit of chaotic breathing from Lin Qingyue on the phone, thought and said, “Sorry, didn’t tell you before because I really don’t feel much about it, don’t want people bringing it up, so never wanted to talk about it… kind of forgot it’s not great for a girlfriend, if you can’t accept…”

Lin Qingyue interrupted him, her tone severe, “Don’t talk nonsense, you know what kind of person I am.”

The call went silent for a few seconds.

Lin Qingyue’s tone softened a bit, “I’m at a celebration party here, my grandpa and uncle are celebrating my wins at Cannes for Jury Prize and Best Debut Feature… it’s a bit troublesome.”

She laughed, “Suddenly learning my boyfriend’s dad is a murderer still in prison, a bit unexpected. But I’m okay, since Wu Mu is so excellent, some small flaws are normal, just I…”

Her words paused, faintly a female voice called Lin Qingyue’s name from the other end.

Lin Qingyue responded.

“My mom is calling me, I’ll call again tonight… might get forced to drink by my little uncle, I’ll come see you tomorrow morning.”

Wu Mu chuckled, “Don’t drink too much.”

“Okay.”

Lin Qingyue lightly agreed, then seriously, “It’s not your fault.”

Wu Mu hummed, “Don’t worry, I’ve never been worried about this myself.”

The call ended.

Wu Mu shook his head, didn’t expect his family issues to be exposed because of such a thing.

But just like he said, he never took this matter seriously.

In his heart, he always thought of his father as if he was dead.

He put away his phone, intending to continue with his own business.

Yet before his phone was even put in his pocket, it rang again.

He looked, it was Lin Qingyue again.

Lin Qingyue’s breathing was a bit hurried, “Who did your father kill?”

Wu Mu felt a bit emotional, “Director, your thoughts turn too quickly.”

He looked out the window, voice calm, “My mom.”

…

Lin Qingyue’s mind buzzed blank, heart feeling like it was squeezed sharply with a painful clutch.

Even though the boyfriend on the phone was calm and the statement sounded plain, no level of plainness could mask the immense tragedy hidden within.

My dad killed my mom…

Just imagining herself in that situation brought a huge fear.

Suddenly everything was explained, why he was so resistant to speaking about these matters, why his songs held such sadness.

Why in his earlier publicized photos, he always looked unhappy.

Lin Qingyue turned, looked at those family members in the yard laughing heartily, celebrating her new achievement.

…

“Coming.”

Wu Mu heard the doorbell, went to the door.

But what baffled him, standing outside was Lin Qingyue.

“Aren’t you celebrating… mm”

Wu Mu’s words were cut off halfway.

Lin Qingyue tightly hugged him, stood on tiptoe to press against his lips, whole body seemingly using all force to hold onto him.

Wu Mu had to reach out to hold her, prevent her falling, while fending off Director Lin’s intense invading tongue.

After both kissed heavily and breathlessly, they finally parted.

Wu Mu holding the soft-bodied Director Lin, “Weren’t you at a celebration, how come you rushed over?”

“Wanted to see you.”

Wu Mu stroked her hair, laughed, “Not much of an impact, it’s all past already.”

“Yeah.” Lin Qingyue nodded.

Yet suddenly spoke, “Did you try to commit suicide?”

Wu Mu was stunned, how did she figure that out?

How to answer this?

But Lin Qingyue already knew from his expression, her face darkened.

Wu Mu caressed her cheek, “Don’t worry, won’t ever happen again.”

“Okay.”

Wu Mu glanced out the window, “Better head back, soon it’ll be dark, your grandpa and them might worry.”