Qin Mu smiled and exchanged a silent greeting with him. After the car left, Qin Mu turned her head back and sat down again, finding that the dreadful mood she had because of Qin Haiming’s visit had actually improved.
Being malicious isn’t necessarily a bad thing. To discuss kindness with the malicious is foolish goodness.
In the afternoon, Mu Yichen ca to their studio with Huanhuan in arms. Huanhuan happily went to play with Xiaoi, and Mu Yichen headed upstairs by himself.
At that ti, Qin Mu was still engrossed in her drawing. He walked over without calling out to her, simply standing by her side, lowering his head to watch her draw intently. When he inadvertently saw the deep indentations on her fingers from holding the pen for so long, he unconsciously frowned.
When Qin Mu reached out for sothing, her hand brushed against Mu Yichen’s. Looking up to see him, she asked in surprise, "How long have you been standing there?"
"A few minutes. Stop drawing!"
Mu Yichen took her hand and placed it on his chest, his heart aching as he looked at the marks on her fingers.
Qin Mu also felt a bit uncomfortable there and began massaging it with her thumb, but Mu Yichen took over for her.
A gaze lifted to et his, and Qin Mu didn’t know why, but she missed him so much after not seeing him for just one day.
"Today, the mayor of Qin City ca!"
Qin Mu looked towards the nutritional supplents placed next to the coffee table.
Mu Yichen glanced at the sofa area and then smiled faintly, "It seems many people know you’re pregnant. I think I may have made a mistake!"
Mu Yichen felt he had been too ostentatious, but he had also underestimated the power of social circles. He had thought only his close friends would know, but the news had spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred. There were hardly anyone in their wechat circle who didn’t know of Qin Mu’s pregnancy.
Mu Yichen released her hand after it got better, and then gently stroked her hair, "What would you like to eat tonight?"
"Hmm, how about so plum juice? Do we still have it at ho?"
"We do! Didn’t you realize that Lady Feng prepared several boxes for you?"
She was probably eager for a grandson, having heard the saying ’sour for a boy, spicy for a girl,’ then went and bought a lot of plum-related stuff for her daughter-in-law.
After listening to Mu Yichen, Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile wryly. She too hoped that this child would be a son to fulfill Feng Fanghua’s wish and give Huanhuan a little brother.
With family harmony, happiness naturally increases.
"Where’s Huanhuan? Is she playing with Xiaoi and the others?"
As soon as Qin Mu ntioned Xiaoi and the others, she suddenly rembered how Feng Fanghua disliked Huanhuan playing with boys and tensed up, worrying whether that boy’s ntal shadow had dissipated yet.
Of course, that incident was over, and Mu Yichen must not find out. But when the two went downstairs and Huanhuan shared food with so boys on the computer, the boys shied away except one, seemingly nervous as he took and ate what she’d offered.
Mu Yichen, ever so observant, imdiately noticed, yet didn’t ask further on the spot. When he asked Qin Mu later that evening, she managed to deflect the question with a few words.
Just as Mu Yichen was preparing dinner, the doorbell rang. Qin Mu and Huanhuan went to open the door together. Seeing it was Feng Fanghua and the housemaid, they both were taken aback, and then Huanhuan happily called out, "Grandma!"
"Ah!"
Feng Fanghua, delighted, bent down to caress Huanhuan’s little face, then took her by her little hand.
The maid behind carried a thermos, and Qin Mu laughed under her breath. The maid whispered, "This soup is specially simred for you by the lady. You must nourish yourself well in these first three months!"
Qin Mu responded with a smile, "Mhm!"
Thinking to herself that at this rate, she would turn into a pig.
But she feared Feng Fanghua would be displeased if she said anything, so she didn’t dare to speak and accepted all the delicious food Feng Fanghua sent over without any objections.
As Mu Yichen was preparing dinner in the kitchen, he turned his head upon hearing a noise and casually asked, "How co you’re here?"
"Oh! Go and help the young master with the cooking. A big boss like him returns ho only to beco a male nanny!"
Feng Fanghua felt distressed seeing Mu Yichen cooking in the kitchen and couldn’t bear to watch, so she instructed the housemaid!
"Alright!"
The housemaid agreed, rolling up her sleeves to help, but Mu Yichen, with a firm voice, said, "No need, I can handle the dinner for three by myself in a little bit. Please leave the kitchen!"
Mu Yichen didn’t want anyone else ssing in his kitchen and then turned his head towards Feng Fanghua, "Have you brought more nutritious soup? Are you worried I can’t take care of my wife properly?"
"Can’t I co and check on my own grandson too?"
Feng Fanghua was miffed that her son was always critical of her, but she didn’t get angry with him. After all, Qin Mu was pregnant now, and her mood was quite good.
"Mom, please sit down first before we talk!"
Qin Mu walked over hurriedly and pulled a chair up for her.
Feng Fanghua glanced down before sitting, with Huanhuan still at grandma’s side, as if witnessing her grandma and dad squabble was a joyous affair.
Mu Yichen didn’t say much more, just that the housemaid seed a bit bored, so she went to the living room to find sothing to do.
Latterly, Feng Fanghua and the housemaid left before they finished eating, taking Huanhuan along.
After Qin Mu and Mu Yichen had dinner, they lay on the couch resting for the pregnancy, and Qin Mu, caressing her belly, asked Mu Yichen, "How should we talk to mom about the business trip to Paris?"
"Just let her know when the ti cos, but don’t make a big deal of it when you tell her!"
Mu Yichen couldn’t help laughing as he said this, thinking that Feng Fanghua always made mountains out of molehills, and they certainly couldn’t indulge her in that.
Resting her head on his lap, Qin Mu looked up, brushed her hair aside, and sighed helplessly, "I’m worried about upsetting her now, but I must attend this fashion show."
"How about we take Huanhuan with us, and our family of three goes together?"
Mu Yichen rembered the apartnt in Paris that was currently unoccupied.
"Really? My ntor said last ti that he misses Huanhuan."
Mu Yichen...
The smile on Qin Mu’s face gradually faded because her husband’s expression was just too attractive.
"Hehe, Jian Yan looked after Huanhuan very well before!"
She had to ntion this to him in a low voice.
"Yeah! He held Huanhuan more than I did when she was little."
"Yes, exactly!"
"Yes, exactly?"
Mu Yichen’s teasing gaze fixed on her, the ’yes, exactly’ pressed out through clenched teeth.
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