During breakfast, there were only three won at the table. Huanhuan took a sip of porridge and asked, "Did Dad watch the ga too?"
"Yes! Your dad watched the ga with your grandpa, so now neither of them can get up."
Feng Fanghua raised her hand and gently stroked Huanhuan’s hair, speaking to her.
"Ugh! They didn’t even call , hmph!"
Huanhuan was a bit upset, but her appetite remained unaffected.
Qin Mu glanced sharply at her daughter, quirked her brow helplessly, thinking, even if they had called you, are you sure you could have gotten up to join them?
Besides, would you even understand it? You’d likely just fall asleep next to them.
After breakfast, Qin Mu took Huanhuan to school, then went to the studio. Jian Yan was already downstairs guiding Qiu Xiang’s work. Qin Mu made no noise, and while everyone was engrossed in work, she quietly walked behind him with her hands behind her back, watching him half-sit on the table explaining details to Qiu Xiang, about how to express the word "independence" in the design drawings.
Qin Mu listened intently for a while, thinking that listening to such a handso man teaching was a pleasure in itself.
Xiaoi was doing so booking next to her, and when she looked up and saw the person beside Jian Yan, her eyes widened. Qin Mu gave her a look that said "if you speak out, I’ll hit you," and Xiaoi obediently lowered her head again.
Qin Mu continued listening on the sidelines. Only Qiu Xiang was listening very seriously, and she even shared her thoughts with Jian Yan.
Jian Yan instinctively glanced up, then seeing Xiaoi looking at the person next to him, turned his head and saw Qin Mu.
Qin Mu instinctively grinned, "Morning!"
"It’s already eight-thirty!"
Jian Yan raised his wrist to show her the ti on his watch.
Qin Mu could only smile, "I’m not considered late, am I?"
Jian Yan just gave her an extra glance, seeing she was in good spirits he didn’t bother further, just turned back to continue explaining to Qiu Xiang, and after making sure Qiu Xiang understood, took her upstairs.
"Master, how was last night?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but curiously ask.
Jian Yan entered the office, sat in the boss chair, and looked at her, "Concerned about your master’s quality of life?"
"Of course, master’s quality of life is very important."
"Not bad!"
Jian Yan raised his eyebrows, glanced down at the design draft on the desk, and casually replied.
Qin Mu didn’t understand what "not bad" ant, so she just nodded, "Oh, then I’ll go to work!"
"Is this your qipao design?"
He suddenly put down the design draft. Qin Mu was about to leave but turned back, seeing his serious expression approached and stood in front of his desk, picking up the drawing, "It is indeed my design!"
"I saw it on your desk this morning, is this a qipao from the Republican era?"
"Yes! Have you reviewed the materials from that ti?"
"I have reviewed them!"
Qin Mu read the script and then reviewed qipao materials from that era first.
"Then you didn’t review them thoroughly enough."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mu frowned, then carefully scrutinized her design. She’s always extrely serious about her work, but since Jian Yan pointed out a flaw, it ans there’s indeed an issue she hadn’t noticed.
"I’ll go fix it right away!"
After considering it, looking at the waist down, Qin Mu thought for a while and then left his office with the draft.
Jian Yan said nothing, he just calmly opened his computer, free to browse the web.
After making the corrections, Qin Mu brought it back to Jian Yan, who asked again, "Looked up the materials again?"
"Yes, I did overlook it!"
Qin Mu sincerely admitted her mistake.
"Alright! Don’t make such small mistakes in the future, many seemingly insignificant mistakes can beco others’ weapons, leading to major mistakes."
"Noted!"
Qin Mu cautiously agreed.
"AD’s nephew is dating Bian Jingwen; she doesn’t have children, so she treats this nephew like her son. That’s why she agreed to help Bian Jingwen at his request. Now the fact she can agree to let you prove yourselves with your abilities is no easy feat, so..."
"I’m already thankful, but I don’t feel I need to be deeply grateful. After all, I paid a price too."
Qin Mu put her hands in her trouser pockets, stubbornly explaining.
"I didn’t experience any grievances, and I currently have nothing going on in Paris, it’s just finding so fun."
Jian Yan leaned into the chair, explaining calmly.
Qin Mu...
What do you an by finding so fun?
Knowing Jian Yan as she does, Jian Yan would never be so bored as to find fun as a judge...
But, whatever!
She got him into trouble, and now it would be aningless to dwell too much. She just hopes this competition goes smoothly.
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Mu Yichen woke up already near eleven o’clock, looking at the ti on his phone; he painfully raised his hand to pinch his brow.
Not even a sleepless night with his wife would leave him this exhausted; an entire night watching gas with his old man was like a fate worse than death.
Still, he got up handsoly, washed his face, dressed neatly, and went downstairs.
Chengcheng was being led by the nanny taking small steps. When he looked up and saw his dad coming down the stairs, he got excited, imdiately flailing his arms and legs, then clapped his hands and called out, "Dad, Dad, Dad..."
Mu Yichen: "..."
Should he be happy or happy?
But why does it sound so...
"Young Master!"
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen went downstairs, squatted down to pick up his son, Chengcheng, who raised his hand to pat his face, making Mu Yichen imdiately lift his chin.
Chengcheng’s big eyes imdiately fixed on him, as if his reaction was very strange.
"Young Master wants to kiss you!"
The nanny explained on the side.
Mu Yichen couldn’t muster a smile; he felt clearly it was a slap.
"Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad..."
Little Chengcheng babbled explosively calling for dad, almost spitting.
Mu Yichen wrinkled his brow helplessly, squinting at him, thinking you’d better stop calling.
Feng Fanghua watched them from the sofa, sighed helplessly, "Your son’s calling you, why don’t you respond?"
How should he respond?
"I’ll take him out for a walk today."
Mu Yichen said, thinking, before seeing Chengcheng, he couldn’t find an excuse, now he had one!
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