Qin Mu felt indignant in her heart, but she was used to it. She often bore his bite marks, luckily others couldn’t see them.
She dazed out for a while, then soaked for a bit longer, erged to head to bed and sleep, not even looking at her phone.
For so reason, she fell asleep particularly fast that night!
——
Mu Yichen and Jing Feng were still sitting in the private room of the restaurant. Though they didn’t drink much, Mu Yichen went through cigarette after cigarette, nearly choking Jing Feng, a grown man.
"Didn’t you quit smoking for a while? I think you should continue quitting!"
Jing Feng looked at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, a bit annoyed as he advised him.
"Can’t quit now, I’m relying on it to pass the ti!"
Mu Yichen said calmly after taking a drag.
"Passing ti? Jian Yan is in trouble, Qin Mu’s worried, and you can’t handle it?"
Jing Feng let out a bitter laugh, completely unable to understand Mu Yichen’s domineering desire for Qin Mu’s heart to be filled only with him.
"Yeah!"
Mu Yichen frowned deeply, raising his hand to forcefully press his brow.
"It’s conceivable, for those years Qin Mu stayed by your side, raising children, it was a huge pressure on Jian Yan. I wonder how he relieved his dismay, oh, he seems to also enjoy smoking. So, you two do have so commonalities!"
Jing Feng chuckled again, deliberately testing Mu Yichen’s patience.
" and him? Similar?"
Mu Yichen laughed in disbelief.
"At the very least, you both love Qin Mu and both love smoking!"
Jing Feng reminded him.
After hearing this, Mu Yichen imdiately leaned over and crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. He was indeed childish, but he truly didn’t want to have anything in common with Jian Yan.
"Even if it were Qin Mu’s father in trouble, with Qin Mu worried, you’d probably be agitated too?"
Jing Feng asked him again.
Mu Yichen frowned deeply at him, but didn’t respond.
"For years, we all are quite used to your ntality, you’re her husband, but more like a dictator. Besides you, in her heart, even if she loves the children a bit more, you’d probably be jealous, right?"
Jing Feng continued to ask him.
Mu Yichen’s frown grew tighter, yet he didn’t utter a word.
"You need to learn to accept, just like how she managed to accept the many insults from won after being with you."
"So many won? Isn’t it just your precious sister? But frankly, if it weren’t for you constantly siding with Jing Qing, would Qin Mu need to suffer so much grievance?"
Mu Yichen finally spoke, his words sharp as soon as he opened his mouth.
Jing Feng...
"Jing Feng, honestly speaking, if Helian Hao had such feelings for another man like Qin Mu does for Jian Yan, I doubt you wouldn’t be going crazy!"
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, as if finally winning a round.
And Jing Feng began to remain silent, because his keen eyes had long seen Mu’s intention to retaliate against him.
Later, the two parted ways, Jing Feng unable to persuade Mu Yichen to ease up a little toward Qin Mu, instead ended up being irrationally offended.
Mu Yichen was sowhat happier, but one thing made him incredibly uncomfortable—his wife actually wished he couldn’t get it up, could this wife be a fake wife?
When he returned, everyone was already asleep.
He quietly went upstairs, after pushing open the bedroom door, he found not a single sound in the room, not even a single lamp left on for him.
Mu Yichen felt a bit disheartened, yet he stood by the bed silently watching his wife, thinking perhaps Qin Mu was pretending to sleep. But her even breathing and natural turning told him she was truly asleep, making him even more disappointed, frowning involuntarily.
He deliberately turned on the floor lamp, trying to wake her.
Yet that night, Qin Mu slept exceptionally well.
He went to wash up, and only when he felt there was no trace of alcohol on his breath, did he get in bed, and lean close to her, quietly observing her face.
She truly was asleep, her dense eyelashes closed, yet still curled, her cheeks slightly flushed and warm, everything showing she was sleeping well.
He ca back this late, yet she wasn’t even anxious?
Mrs. Mu’s heart, indeed, was broad as he said!
"Qin Mu!"
He childishly called out to her once, she didn’t move an inch.
"Ha!"
Mu Yichen felt frustrated, then reached out gently to pat her face.
Qin Mu subconsciously furrowed her brows, his hand frightened frozen near her face, yet Qin Mu rely turned over again, continuing her slumber, right into his embrace.
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