"No!"
Mu Yichen seriously stared at the chessboard, his voice devoid of any particular emotion.
"What happened between the two of you? You haven’t exchanged a word all night, and Qin Mu looks as if she’s lost her soul. As for you, you should go look in the mirror; our whole house is freezing because of you."
Feng Fanghua said to her son.
"Am I really that exaggerated?"
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, his deep voice questioning Mrs. Feng.
"If you’re not clear about it in your heart, then go look in the mirror."
Feng Fanghua continued.
Mu Yichen remained silent, and the old man raised his eyes, seeing his expression, he just chuckled faintly without saying a word.
"Girls can inevitably be irritable during their period. If you engage with her at such tis, you’re making a big mistake, you know?"
Mu Zihao began to talk to his son, reminiscing about how Feng Fanghua used to have stomach aches during her period, and he couldn’t foresee it thoroughly, always getting scolded. He truly understands won during their period.
"As if he’s all that magnanimous."
Feng Fanghua heard his calm, reminiscing tone and knew what he was thinking about her back in the day, unable to hold back her comnt.
"Qin Mu is different from Mom!"
Mu Yichen lightly tapped two chess pieces together, though his eyes were on the chessboard, he was clearly hearing their conversation.
"Ha! Now she’s different? Just now, she was sitting beside you, looked at you more than a hundred tis, and you didn’t even respond."
Feng Fanghua sneered and spoke again.
Mu Yichen resud his silence.
By the ti he finished playing chess with the old man and went upstairs, it was past eleven. Qin Mu, waiting upstairs, was anxious. Upon hearing the sound at the door, she imdiately stood up.
Mu Yichen knew she was anxious, but what good would being anxious do?
So after entering the room, he didn’t rush to respond to her but glanced at the clothes placed beside the bed.
"Oh! The clothes are ready!"
Qin Mu saw his gaze, imdiately took the clothes in her hand, and stepped forward, "Do you want to try them on first?"
"Who made them?"
Mu Yichen had no interest in trying them on. He still rembered the day she excitedly told him she was preparing new clothes for him, but now he just found it amusing.
"A master at the factory!"
Qin Mu looked at him bewilderedly, her eyes moving slightly as she answered honestly.
But her sincerity couldn’t exchange for his goodwill now.
"Then why should I try them on?"
Mu Yichen sneered coldly, looking at her so heartlessly.
Qin Mu suddenly felt disheartened, she held her breath, trying to suppress her temper, but she knew she couldn’t appease him; when it ca to Jian Yan’s issue, she would never be able to truly make him feel better.
"Do you have any news about Jian Yan?"
Qin Mu gave up trying to appease him, asking weakly.
Mu Yichen glanced at her with lowered eyes, then turned away, undressing as he walked towards the bathroom.
Qin Mu just watched him enter the bathroom, closing the door, her heart burning with anger, yet unable to vent a single bit.
The way he kept her hanging, he must have so news.
Thinking this internally, Qin Mu retreated to the bed and sat down, feeling sowhat powerless as she lowered her head, lifting her hands to press against her temples.
Mu Yichen didn’t rush out after his shower, instead, he shaved and carefully scrutinized his face in the mirror.
Just as Feng Fanghua said, indifferent without a trace of warmth, though he subconsciously touched it, and it was clearly warm.
Qin Mu heard the door and imdiately turned her head, but didn’t stand up again.
"Not going to sleep, what are you foolishly sitting here for?"
Mu Yichen finally said sothing to her, with a hint of kindness.
Yet, this sentence was so piercing.
"Waiting for you to tell about Jian Yan’s news!"
Qin Mu spoke her mind, her voice lacking strength, but the anger was already contained within.
"Who said I have his news now?"
Mu Yichen stepped over to his side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and got in.
Qin Mu turned her head to look, but he had already turned, his back facing her.
Qin Mu put down his clothes, then got up and walked over, standing beside him.
"Are you toying with ?"
"Toying with you? I’m not that bored!"
Mu Yichen’s voice was deep and cold, not even lifting his eyes.
"You clearly said I should prepare new clothes in exchange for news!"
Qin Mu, sowhat agitated, reminded him, unable to control her temper anymore. She was aggrieved, awkward, uncomfortable, wanting to know Jian Yan’s news, and her husband was deliberately torturing her now.
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