His Beloved Treasure Chapter 1167 - 329: In the Name of Husband and Wife (Part 3)

But no one spoke for her, Qin Mu felt a bit anxious, her lowered eyes slightly uneasy.

"What’s wrong? You haven’t divorced yet, can’t even make a phone call? Even if you don’t plan to live with him anymore, what about the child? Now that your grandfather’s health is better, I’m taking the child with , if you don’t let him see the child, then you can’t bla him for not letting you see it either."

Qin Mu...

"Why don’t you just call him! What’s the harm in making a call? Or do you want him to forget you and get with another woman?"

Feng Fanghua was getting anxious for her.

Qin Mu...

"Hey! What are you talking about? Our son isn’t that kind of person."

Mu Zihao quickly stopped Feng Fanghua as soon as he heard the conversation veering off track.

"You never know, there are plenty of couples who make mistakes because of argunts."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu felt a pang in her heart.

She silently took out her phone, not because she was afraid Mu Yichen would get close to another woman, but because she really didn’t want to listen to Feng Fanghua’s threats anymore.

Qin Mu dialed his number with her phone, thinking it was her number in Paris, unsure if he had saved it; it would be best if he hadn’t, as he might not answer an unfamiliar number, and she’d be relieved.

Howe...

"Hello?"

After just a few rings, he picked up.

Qin Mu thought that if she wasn’t mistaken, it should be midnight in Rongcheng, and he was still awake.

Is it really insomnia acting up again?

Qin Mu’s brow furrowed involuntarily, her heart tightened.

"It’s !"

Qin Mu sat there, not daring to move, wanting to go outside to talk to him, but unsure what to say, and Feng Fanghua’s gaze was like a nail on her, so she sat there uneasily making the call.

There was silence on the other end for a mont, and Qin Mu’s heart tensed along for quite a while.

"What’s the matter?"

An icy voice asked, filled with suffocating silence.

"Mom asked to call, Mom wants to know if you’re doing well at ho?"

"Does it even matter if I’m okay? As long as you’re doing well, that’s what matters. If there’s nothing else, hang up. I’m drinking with Zhiyuan and the others."

Mu Yichen said flatly, his voice tinged with heartlessness.

"Oh! As long as you’re fine! Hanging up now!"

Qin Mu pretended not to hear that remark, just said a random line to reassure the elders, then hung up.

"What did he say?"

Feng Fanghua asked nervously.

"He said he’s doing fine! Told to take good care of Grandpa, no need to worry about him."

Qin Mu explained softly.

Feng Fanghua was stunned, not only Feng Fanghua, but no one believed her words, yet she looked so earnest.

Mu Yichen furrowed his brows even more, he was staying in his downtown apartnt, unable to sleep after showering, then received her call, but...

She just said those two sentences to him, and, the last sentence, what exactly did she an? Did she not realize he was angry?

In the blink of an eye, it’s been more than a month.

But she seed to be living quite well outside, carefree.

Actually, thanks to Hu Xiaobin’s wedding dress, she’s been able to live peacefully for the ti being.

Mu Yichen looked at that number again, it wasn’t her old number in Paris, she bought a new SIM card.

Mu Yichen didn’t save it, tossed the phone aside, and lay down again.

But at three or four o’clock in the morning, he suddenly got up again, like a lunatic alone on that big bed, quickly finding his phone, opening it to find that number, and saving it.

After saving it, he looked at it several tis, still unsure, he looked at the ti, then his finger hovered over the screen for a long ti before letting go, dialing that number, showing Paris on the display.

"Hello?"

A sowhat hoarse voice.

Upon hearing it, Mu Yichen imdiately loosened his grip on the phone, as if it were sothing untouchable, he couldn’t help but flip over onto the pillow, eyes gazing at the ceiling light, feeling his heart beating wildly.

"Hello? Mu Yichen?"

She was clearly sleeping too, sounded like a sleepy voice.

Mu Yichen held his breath, but couldn’t control his crazy heartbeat.

The night was too deep, too damp, yet, her voice was gone.

Mu Yichen instinctively glanced at the phone again.

Later the phone produced a busy tone, she had hung up.

Didn’t even say goodbye!

No need to say goodbye!

But at least she should have said goodnight!

They hadn’t wished each other goodnight for a long ti.

Still, he wouldn’t find her, because her temper was too big, she didn’t love him enough, she needed to realize how much she needed him.