Feng Fanghua later suddenly rembered the important matter and asked her son again.
It was only then that Qin Mu rembered the call with Jing Qing and turned to look at Mu Yichen.
Mu Yichen sat there with his legs crossed, facing Qin Mu, his hand resting on the sofa behind her. After hearing Feng Fanghua’s words, his eyes moved slightly, lost in thought for a mont, because he inadvertently caught the look his wife gave him, causing him to pause involuntarily.
"The issue is resolved. As for the details, you’d better not know!"
Mu Yichen thought for a mont and then seriously said to Feng Fanghua.
Feng Fanghua hated it when Mu Yichen was so blatantly dismissive of her and imdiately said to Qin Mu, "Look at your husband, so arrogant and dismissive, even to his own mother."
Yes, blatantly dismissive indeed!
Qin Mu smirked after hearing that and then asked Mu Yichen, "Yichen, are you also dismissively brushing off?"
Mu Yichen...
Feng Fanghua was also startled by Qin Mu’s seemingly joking, yet not so joking words, and glanced at Qin Mu again.
"Mrs. Mu, you really know how to joke. How could I dismissively brush off the two most important won in my life? I just seem to have forgotten the specifics of what I said."
Sotis that happens, the process easily forgotten, but at least the result is rembered.
"Oh!"
Qin Mu nodded, smiling lightly, as if understanding him.
Mu Yichen gazed at her with deep eyes, feeling that she did not truly trust him.
"Mom, what are we eating tonight? Are Dad and Grandpa coming back for dinner?"
Qin Mu changed the subject, happily asking about dinner.
"The kitchen is already preparing. I’ll go take a look! Your dad and grandpa are out eting friends, and they won’t be back for dinner."
Only then did Feng Fanghua rember the dinner and imdiately got up to head to the kitchen.
Qin Mu didn’t expect Feng Fanghua to leave so suddenly, but she turned to look at Mu Yichen in the next mont, and Mu Yichen, startled by her sudden glance, asked, "What’s wrong?"
The "what’s wrong" ca out reflexively, as if under the pressure of her gaze.
"Nothing! Why are you so nervous?"
Qin Mu chuckled, seeing him so tense, placed her hand on his shoulder and then stood up, "I’m going out to check on those two little rascals, make sure they haven’t cut all my flowers!"
Mu Yichen...
Qin Mu turned around and left, while Mu Yichen remained seated there, feeling sothing seed a bit off?
His wife has been quite sharp lately.
After dinner, Feng Fanghua didn’t want to stay with the two of them and took the kids out to play. Qin Mu found herself pulled onto the sofa by Mu Yichen, who asked her, "Why is Mrs. Mu so strong today? Who upset you?"
"Upset ? No one upset . Why do you suddenly ask that, Mr. Mu?"
The two of them were clearly cuddled together, with Qin Mu’s legs resting on his, and her body in his arms, her hands holding him. Mu Yichen was also holding her with one hand and warming her feet with the other, yet the way they spoke seed unusually distant.
"What did Helian Hao say to you?"
Mu Yichen asked her in a low voice, having heard from Jing Feng that Helian Hao was upstairs then.
"Xiaohao just told you went to the Jing Family and gave the old man so advice, and Jing Feng seed to quite agree with you."
"Hmm!"
Mu Yichen nodded, his hand moving from her feet to hold her hand. Qin Mu looked down, and as soon as she saw it, she slapped the back of his hand lightly.
Mu Yichen...
"Is it dirty?"
Qin Mu looked at him, upset, and skeptically asked, frowning.
"It’s all yours anyway, why would it be dirty?"
Mu Yichen, childishly, grabbed her hand, refusing to let go, while Qin Mu imdiately wanted to push him away in distaste. The two tussled back and forth, tumbling onto the sofa in a playful struggle, and when the maid ca out and saw them, she quickly retreated.
"Hey! Mu Yichen, where are you putting your hand?"
"In your mouth!"
"You’re too much! How can you put the hand that’s touched your foot in my mouth?"
Qin Mu argued angrily with him.
"Not the one that touched mine, but the one that touched yours is fine!"
Mu Yichen pulled her back up again, and seeing her panting from exhaustion, he said to her.
Qin Mu was annoyed, knowing he didn’t mind the dirt, but she still didn’t like him touching her hand with the hand that had touched her foot; it was even worse than if he had touched her face.
"There’s sothing else I need to tell you, shall we go back to the room first?"
Mu Yichen suddenly beca serious, with no hint of joking in his dark eyes.
Qin Mu looked at his expression, having already guessed what he was going to say, but she still nodded.
"Carry !"
Qin Mu, barefoot on the sofa, didn’t want to move.
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