Qin Mu can’t help but still find the mory fascinating.
After the grandfather and grandson left, Feng Fanghua said to her, "I intentionally said those words, do you understand what I ant?"
Qin Mu could no longer hold back a childlike laugh, and although Feng Fanghua was still giving her that look, Qin Mu knew it was the look of a mother watching her own child, a look that was protective despite seeming to scold her for not understanding.
Qin Mu thought about telling Mu Yichen about it later, knowing that he would surely admire his mother’s composure at that mont.
The key was Feng Fanghua’s deanor at the ti, like a gentle and proper daughter-in-law speaking to the Jing Family’s patriarch, both submissive and appropriate.
Later, when Mu Yichen ca out and saw his daughter still in bed, he didn’t rush to take her away. He had beco a father so quickly that for a long ti, he was overwheld, until he got used to Huanhuan calling him ’Daddy,’ and gradually he began to feel sothing was amiss, and by the ti further events unfolded, he had already co to terms with them.
"If Huanhuan knew that her dad wasn’t by her side when she was born, I wonder if she would be very sad."
"You’ve been by her side for many years since then, where would she find the ti to be unhappy? She might even find it quite interesting."
Qin Mu responded to him, and as he lifted his gaze to look at her, the two simply looked at each other, as if their eyes had said all there was to say.
All things, good or bad, happy or not, actually depend on whether you can let them go.
Besides, she felt that as long as their love for each other remained strong, or even if it faltered in the future, as long as they could let it go, their children would naturally be able to do the sa.
"We have guests at ho tonight; guess who?""
Qin Mu looked at him and asked gently.
Mu Yichen looked up at her when he heard this, and thinking about her ease, he theorized that an unhappy person couldn’t be so relaxed: "It’s not Helian Hao coming to see you, is it? She hardly ever visits the Mu Family."
"No!"
Qin Mu said with a laugh, knowing he would never guess.
Unable to guess, Mu Yichen frowned slightly as he watched his wife laughing foolishly and sighed involuntarily, "Aren’t you going to tell ? Or do I need to apply so family rules?"
"No, I wouldn’t dare to experience your family rules so casually, Mr. Mu."
Qin Mu said with a laugh.
"I’ll take our little treasure back to her room first, then I’ll co back to deal with you."
Qin Mu turned her head to watch him pick up Huanhuan. Father and daughter were both in pajamas: one in pink, the other in light grey. The two colors together looked unexpectedly warm. He really held Huanhuan like carrying a precious treasure as he took her away.
Qin Mu then turned on her side, lying on the bed, waiting for him to return.
At that mont, she felt very happy.
Even secure, at peace!
If things could always go on like this, there would be nothing more wonderful in the world.
When Mr. Mu ca back, "Co on, tell , who is it actually?"
Qin Mu: "It’s Jing Qing and her grandfather."
Mu Yichen was a bit puzzled: "Huh? The two of them ca?"
"Yes!"
Qin Mu looked up, realizing his nervousness imdiately raised her hand to cradle his astonishingly perfect face: "There were no issues, we just had a simple dinner and then they left."
As Qin Mu spoke, her eyes were full of honesty, but Mu Yichen suddenly fell silent, "Why did they suddenly co?"
"I don’t know, they were just there when I got off work, my parents had them stay for dinner, being happy happened after that."
She thought about it and laughed again.
"What’s there to be happy about when they co?"
His serious eyes looked at her, and his mood suddenly turned sour.
"Mom had the maid bring so traditional Chinese dicine to drink before they left, telling them it was to prepare my body for a second child. The look on their faces when they heard that was priceless, it felt so satisfying to think about it."
"Idiot!"
Seeing her laugh so carelessly, he called her out in a low voice.
Qin Mu felt that seeing Mu Yichen like this was simply heart-wrenching.
The next day Qin Mu went to work, everyone was discussing Jingshang’s movie festival event from yesterday afternoon, the aura PK between the Best Actress and the up-and-coming actor.
Jing Qing naturally exudes a powerful presence, sothing Wen Runuan lacks now, Qin Mu thought, possibly due to the environnt Jing Qing grew up in.
But Wen Runuan is gentle and pure, her tranquil poise in the face of praise or insult makes her more approachable.
Looking at their outfits, Jing Qing wore a red V-neck dress that reached her knees, while Wen Runuan’s blue gown was more formal than her usual attire, yet not overly showy.
Xiaoi mumbled: "I heard that the Weibo comnts under these two famous Jingshang actresses’ posts are overflowing, almost crashing the Weibo backend."
"Tell about it."
Qin Mu leaned against a desk, watching the television hanging in space.
"Each side’s fans think their idol is the best, so they praise them under their own star’s Weibo and slander and fight under the other’s Weibo. It’s been quite a ss. So say Wen Runuan is shaless for trying to steal Jing Qing’s spot, climbing up by getting into the boss’s bed and whatnot. The nastier the comnts, the more there are. Also, Wen Runuan’s fans are saying Jing Qing is getting old and is on the verge of fading away."
Xiaoi relayed the highlights she had seen on Weibo last night.
Qin Mu thought for a mont and chuckled: "Although the saying that actresses are washed up after thirty isn’t reliable, imagining Jing Qing’s reaction to those comnts is pretty satisfying."
"Honestly, Jing Qing carries an air of being Jingshang’s top actress. If she didn’t sche against others, I would think she’s not a bad actress, but whenever I rember what she’s done to our studio, I just..."
Xiaoi said and started shaking her head.
"Never mind her. The temperature has dropped severely these past few days. Rember to wear extra clothes to and from work. Those who need to buy a coat, I’ll give you half a day off."
Outside it was still gloomy; after last night’s rain, it was cold and damp. Qin Mu had felt the chill when she ca in this morning. Knowing that they had just arrived and yet to experience the cold of Rong City, probably not having bought any winter clothes, she ntioned it before heading upstairs to work.
Those who were suddenly given a half-day off were excited for a good while before they reacted, then they high-fived each other and happily headed to the mall to shop for clothes.
Later, when Qin Mu was discussing business in Jian Yan’s office and then returned to her own, she saw a girl standing inside her office, behind where she worked. On a closer look, it was Qin Mingzhu. She frowned unconsciously: "When did you get here?"
"Just now! I was going to have soone notify you, but the first floor was empty, not a soul in sight, so I ca up myself."
Qin Mingzhu walked up to her with a smile.
Qin Mu looked down at the bag in her hand, and then her sharp gaze shifted back to Mingzhu.
"I don’t really have anything, just wanted to ask if you’d like to co over for a al. My mom said she’s preparing lunch to host you."
Qin Mingzhu was still smiling, Qin Mu’s brow furrowed slightly, and she simply replied: "I’m busy!"
"I know you’re busy, so I won’t bother you now. I’ll co to find you another day."
Qin Mingzhu laughed, said her piece, and then turned and left.
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