"He’s back!"
Qin Mu walked in and casually ntioned, then sat on the armrest of the sofa next to the grandpa, leaving the big sofa for Mu Yichen to sit on himself.
Mu Yichen walked over and felt she was deliberately sitting by grandpa, but with so many people around, it wasn’t convenient to argue with her much. He glanced at Qin Mingzhu and Wang Huanyu, "Been here long?"
"Just arrived!"
Wang Huanyu replied.
"Grandpa just asked Qin Mu to call you, and you showed up. Quite tily."
Qin Mingzhu comnted.
Only then did Mu Yichen realize that Qin Mu was outside; apparently, grandpa asked her to call him. But where did she call? Beyond the Pacific?
Mu Yichen sharply glanced at Qin Mu, who imdiately turned her head to look elsewhere, pretending not to notice his look.
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, "Yeah! With you two here, how dare I not be on ti! If I co back late, Qin Mu might go all out on !"
"I wouldn’t!"
Qin Mu instinctively retorted, sowhat stubbornly.
"You wouldn’t, outwardly!"
Mu Yichen countered.
Everyone...
Qin Mu couldn’t help but glare at him fiercely, thinking that by saying she wouldn’t outwardly, he ant she would secretly.
But after a few exchanges, both quieted down. The elders sighed inwardly with resignation. The young couple, puzzled, didn’t dare ask much, fearing things might worsen, especially since before they arrived, the leader had specifically instructed Qin Mingzhu not to speak indiscreetly. Qin Mingzhu’s mory was much better now than in the past, and she’s more perceptive.
Who says ti won’t make one grow?
Ti surely makes one grow!
After dinner, Wang Huanyu accompanied grandpa for a ga of chess. Qin Mingzhu called Qin Mu to the playground area, supervising the kids playing, and asked her in a low voice, "Did you really have an argunt with brother-in-law?"
"How did you figure that out?"
Qin Mu asked her puzzledly.
"I didn’t figure it out. Anyway, the Mu Yichen I know always has a cold deanor, like others owe him millions, but my husband said you two argued. I find Wang Huanyu quite accurate in understanding people and things; what do you think?"
Qin Mingzhu’s big black eyes stared at Qin Mu with piercing insight, asking carefully.
"Hmm!"
Qin Mu replied sulkily with a rather bland expression.
"Ah! You really argued! But why? Isn’t he incredibly good to you, outwardly cold and indifferent yet like a fiery eagle in bed?"
Qin Mingzhu seed to have co over with millions of questions, asking quietly as if worried the kids might hear sothing they shouldn’t.
"What kind of taphor is that?"
Qin Mu disapprovingly furrowed her brow, thinking she’d never heard anyone taphorically describe a man as such a ghostly image in bed.
"Uh! I’m not good with language! But Qin Mu, why did you two fight?"
Qin Mingzhu curiously leaned against the wall asking her.
"No reason, just whim!"
Qin Mu thought for a mont, lowered her eyes slightly, and softly replied.
Qin Mingzhu...
"Don’t go blabbering to Wang Huanyu!"
Qin Mu still didn’t want her matters with Mu Yichen to be known by outsiders. To her, Wang Huanyu indeed was an outsider.
"Oh!"
Qin Mingzhu obediently agreed, but her big eyes seed to not have absorbed the warning.
"Auntie, why didn’t your baby co back?"
This ti, Huanhuan wasn’t as averse to Qin Mingzhu as before; instead, she affectionately called her auntie.
"Because his grandparents can’t bear to part with him."
Qin Mingzhu explained gently to Huanhuan.
"Oh! So my little brother is also grandma’s precious, just like and Chengcheng."
Huanhuan responded with mild disappointnt, then imdiately bead joyfully.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile, thinking this kid, even at a young age, already competes so cleverly.
"Hahaha! Our little Huanhuan is becoming more adorable, sis, Huanhuan will be in first grade next year, right?"
"Yes!"
"Ah! When you brought her back, she was only two."
Qin Mingzhu couldn’t help but reflect on life, recalling how she always dressed like a princess back then, yet acted immaturely. At that ti, she often clashed with Qin Mu, so Huanhuan viewed her as an enemy. Now that the sisters have reconciled, Huanhuan is much kinder to her. Qin Mingzhu thought about the events of recent years, suddenly touched, she smiled and gently patted Huanhuan’s little head.
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