Qin Mu slightly lifted her eyes, then snuggled closer to him, her husky voice asking: "What ti is it?"
"Seven o’clock!"
Mu Yichen responded, his gaze shifting from the file in hand to her face, still rosy and seemingly as delicate as porcelain.
"My shoulders are so tired!"
She murmured, her voice muffled and unclear.
"Really?"
He asked, placing the file on the bedside table before lying down, starting to massage her shoulder with one hand.
"It’s all your fault! Sigh! I was originally planning to read a hundred pages of the script last night."
Mu Yichen thought, a hundred pages? You’d probably be more exhausted by then.
"How is it my fault? Isn’t it you often unwilling to let go hungry?"
Qin Mu was amused and exasperated, her stomach contracting with laughter.
Mu Yichen laughed too, straddling her waist, pressing down with both hands: "Does this feel better?"
"Mmm! It’d be even better if you used a bit more force!"
"Like this?"
Mu Yichen tried to gauge, worried that if he applied too much force, he might break her bones.
"Mmm!"
Qin Mu felt much more comfortable; his pressure, while heavy, pressed down firmly in just the right way for her.
Qin Mu thought it was such a pity he didn’t beco a masseur.
However, if he were to be a masseur, he could only work on n; she wouldn’t let her man touch other won.
Qin Mu realized she was feeling a bit sour inside, realizing she truly was the jealous type.
But who was to bla? Wasn’t it his fault? Making her care about him too much!
In the morning, Feng Fanghua had to attend an important event, so she asked Qin Mu to stay ho with Chengcheng. Qin Mu stayed ho reading scripts while looking after her son, and then she noticed her son seed to keep looking at her, at least thirty tis in a minute.
Qin Mu thought her posture was wrong, so she deliberately straightened her back, but found the little guy’s big eyes still fixed on her, so she had to put down the script in her hand, taking the little guy sitting next to her playing with a toy onto her slender legs: "Hmm? Are you upset that Mommy isn’t spending ti with you?"
Chengcheng lowered his head to look at the toy in his hand again, but the fleeting glance he shot at her when he lowered his head made Qin Mu feel it was indeed reproach.
"Then how about Mommy takes you out to play? How about visiting grandpa?"
Qin Mu suggested.
Chengcheng was still unfamiliar with the term grandpa, looking at her in confusion.
Qin Mu was chard by her son’s pink little face, couldn’t help but laugh, and softly teased: "So young and already this cute, it’s really..."
Really makes one want to kiss, hug, and lift him high.
Qin Mu held him and stood up, then bent to pick up the bag and phone beside them: "Auntie, I’m taking Chengcheng out for a bit."
"Alright, young lady!"
The auntie ca running from afar to the living room, admiringly sighed seeing Qin Mu holding Chengcheng and still walking so gracefully: "Our young lady is truly outstanding in every way, even walking like a queen."
"Indeed! She was always the young lady of a wealthy family, and now she’s the grand lady of another. Receiving high education since childhood, even her ntor is a globally renowned fashion designer."
The chef brother ca out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron and sighed.
"That’s true! But the most important thing is her own hard work!"
The auntie nodded, still couldn’t help but add one more sentence.
Qin Mu took Chengcheng to the studio because the boss had already started working and was reportedly on a business trip out of town.
Xiaoi was in Qin Mu’s office entertaining Chengcheng while at work, and when Qin Mu looked up, she saw the little one picking up papers she had thrown on the floor, suddenly reminded of Huanhuan when she was small.
But Huanhuan had grown up in an even more chaotic environnt. Her office used to be littered with paper scraps or crumbs; Huanhuan would even strip her Barbie doll of its original clothes, dressing it in fabrics she liked.
She wondered which of the siblings would turn out to have more talent in design when they grew up.
"In the blink of an eye, Chengcheng is already this big. Have you noticed how his little legs walk back and forth; hasn’t he seed like he could walk for a long ti?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but look at Chengcheng again as Xiaoi spoke. Ever since he was born last year, it had been more than ten months; he was about to walk soon.
But thinking back to when she almost lost her life giving birth to Chengcheng last year, she still felt a lingering fear.
"Qinqin! Will Chengcheng grow up to be a domineering CEO like his father? Or, like you, beco a designer?"
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