Gradually, it seed like they really couldn’t be separated anymore.
Slling his scent on the pillow, Qin Mu hugged the pillow tightly.
It wasn’t completely light out yet when Qin Mu fell back asleep with his pillow. She got up early to accompany her daughter, at Feng Fanghua’s request, to the early education class, then headed to the studio.
Xiaoi, hearing that she had taken Huanhuan to the early education class, couldn’t help but complain, "Then why didn’t you bring her over for us to see? How long has it been since we’ve seen her?"
Qin Mu gave a helpless laugh, thinking that now she couldn’t even hug her daughter whenever she wanted, how could she care about others’ feelings? But upon further thought, she still soothed Xiaoi promisingly, "I’ll bring her to see you in a couple of days, I keep my word."
"Really? You better not be lying to , I’m not a three-year-old kid. If you can’t bring her, you can’t bring her; I know now you don’t have the final say over her."
Xiaoi was excited, but then her excitent faded.
"If I said I’d bring her, I’ll bring her. Her grandma isn’t unreasonable. She’s just worried about feeding her takeout, that’s all."
Qin Mu laughed again unconsciously as she rembered being scolded over this in the past, and seeing that Xiaoi believed her, she hurriedly went upstairs before she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
However, when looking at several drawings on the table, a hint of hesitation flashed in her clear apricot eyes, but quickly she decided, then grabbed the drawings in her hand and tore the three drawings together into shreds.
Jian Yan happened to see that scene as he approached, "What’s wrong?"
"These drawings can’t be used!"
"You spent so much ti on them; is there a problem?"
Qin Mu shook her head helplessly, "You’ll see in due ti, the result should be out soon."
Jian Yan didn’t say anything, watching her throw the shredded paper into the trash can, but it reminded him of sothing, so he didn’t ask further.
"It’s gotten cold recently; aren’t you going to buy so thick clothes?" She suddenly beca worried seeing that he was still dressed in a shirt and trousers.
"When did I beco so frail? Besides, the studio isn’t without air conditioning."
Qin Mu thought about it and agreed but still felt a bit worried.
"How about I ask Xiaoi to accompany you to buy clothes, or better yet, have her buy them for you?"
"If you care, you go buy a couple of sets of clothes for your teacher yourself. If you’re busy, why bother ordering others around."
"Otherwise, I’ll have the factory make two down jackets for you."
"Whatever!"
Jian Yan said dispiritedly, then went to light a cigarette.
Qin Mu noticed that he had been smoking a lot more recently.
"Master..."
"Why did you always used to call Jian Yan?"
Qin Mu was about to stop him from smoking when she heard his question and was at a loss for words for a mont.
"To be honest, I was afraid Mu Yichen would be unhappy."
Qin Mu’s eyes flickered, feeling a bit awkward, but she told the truth nonetheless.
Perhaps, at that mont, she wasn’t even aware that she was already making so very wise decisions in her heart, or maybe it was that her brain already sensed Jian Yan’s feelings for her, prompting her without her full awareness.
Jian Yan didn’t respond, just looked up at her. Qin Mu felt even more uncomfortable under his gaze, and, lowering her head, continued, "He gets jealous over nothing, it’s not just about you."
Jian Yan took a deep drag from his cigarette, his sharp eyes dropping to the cigarette in his hand. She was afraid of Mu Yi getting jealous, but when had she ever changed her own life for fear of making soone else unhappy?
In the end, he let out a resigned laugh, "Continue with your work; I’m going out to finish this cigarette."
As Qin Mu watched him leave, she called out to him, "Master, if you don’t like what others make, I’ll make it for you myself. I can make down jackets too."
"Whatever!"
He stopped walking but didn’t turn around, just gave a faint reply and continued on his way, back straight.
Qin Mu watched his retreating figure, which seed sowhat frail, feeling a prick in her heart. Just as she hesitated whether to forcefully take him to the hospital, a sudden thud ca from the next room.
Qin Mu’s dark apricot eyes stalled, and she instantly ran towards the noise.
"Jian Yan!"
He lay on the ground, his once tall and sturdy fra now curled into a ball, his face pale as paper.
She turned pale with alarm and rushed forward to crouch in front of him, wanting to help but at a loss where to start, instinctively kneeling by his side, "Jian Yan? Jian Yan? Wake up, please?"
She gently patted his face, but he was unresponsive. Qin Mu called his na a few more tis anxiously.
Indeed, she preferred to call him Jian Yan.
Seeing him lying on the ground like that, she forgot everything. She was afraid to hug him too tightly and turned to shout towards the door, "Soone, co quickly..."
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