"Qin Mu! Actually, I liked you from the first ti I saw you!"
She was thinking about that plot when her thoughts were interrupted by a faint remark. Qin Mu instinctively looked at him and, not having heard clearly, asked again, "What did you just say?"
Wang Mingyu, feeling as if her gaze had cut through half his neck, still regained his composure and said resolutely, "If Mu Yichen doesn’t want you because of this, I can take responsibility for you!"
"The only thing I need is for you to never appear in front of again!"
Cold, utterly un-womanlike!
The words ca out devoid of emotion—a simple sentence composed of plain words, yet it was incredibly hurtful.
When Wang Mingyu left her place, he couldn’t help but look back at the upper floor, unfortunately, he couldn’t see where she was sitting.
Qin Mu looked down at her blank piece of drawing paper, then glanced at the trash bin to retrieve the sheet she had thrown away earlier and flattened it out again.
After everyone had left work, Qin Mu and Huanhuan were cooking noodles in the kitchen. Huanhuan even stood on tiptoes to take a tomato out of the fridge to give to the woman stirring the instant noodles.
Qin Mu glanced down at the tomato in her daughter’s hand and took it with a smile, "Do you want it sliced into rounds or rectangles?"
"Rounds!"
Huanhuan replied!
"Ok!"
Qin Mu nodded and washed the tomato, sliced it into rounds, placed it on top of the noodles in their bowls, and then poured the soup over everything.
Huanhuan, being considerate, sniffed and then nodded in approval.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh. How could her daughter be so dramatic at such a young age?
As mother and daughter were eating, suddenly the door was pushed open from the outside.
Sitting on the sofa in the living area, bowl in hand, they both looked toward the entrance.
"Grandma!"
Seeing a relative, Huanhuan excitedly put down her bowl and ran over.
Qin Mu...
Shocked, she tried to hide her bowl.
"Why is there a sll of junk food?"
Feng Fanghua frowned, holding Huanhuan in her arms and asked unhappily.
Qin Mu really wished her bowl could vanish, like in Harry Potter. Alas, this was real life, where she couldn’t hide anything that was apparent.
"Mom!"
Qin Mu called out softly, fearing Feng Fanghua would imdiately lash out at her with a cold rebuke.
When Feng Fanghua stepped forward with Huanhuan and saw the two bowls of instant noodles on the table, she was displeased. However, upon seeing Qin Mu’s protruding belly, her anger subsided.
"What ti is it for you now? Who are you protesting against by eating such nutritionless food?"
Feng Fanghua saw the tomato slices on top of the noodles but was still unsatisfied.
Qin Mu actually thought it was just a simple al for her and her daughter because they wouldn’t eat much anyway.
Honestly, Qin Mu had eaten a lot of noodles when she was pregnant with Huanhuan, so Huanhuan had grown quite fond of noodles too.
"Grandma, the noodles are really tasty!"
Huanhuan, sensing her grandmother’s displeasure and fearing her mother might be scolded, imdiately tugged at Feng Fanghua’s hand and said.
Feng Fanghua bent down, touched her granddaughter’s face, and coaxed, "If our Huanhuan likes noodles, co back ho with grandma. I’ll have the chef make you even tastier noodles, alright?"
Feng Fanghua said, trying to persuade her.
Huanhuan didn’t agree but looked at her mother instead.
Qin Mu could only smile; she had nothing to counter with, especially to her beloved mother-in-law.
"You co back with too!"
As soon as Feng Fanghua learned that Qin Mu had finally shown up, she imdiately had the driver take her to pick Qin Mu up, not being able to stand Qin Mu just making do with als like that.
"You take Huanhuan with you, I..."
"What about you? Do you want to worry the whole family? Or do you want your grandfather to think his mother-in-law looks down on you and won’t let you co back?"
Qin Mu...
"Don’t dawdle! Grab your things and let’s go!"
"But..."
Qin Mu lowered her gaze to her freshly cooked noodles—her own effort.
"But what? Grandfather can’t eat worrying about you at ho. How worried would he be if you don’t co back?"
Qin Mu didn’t dare say more. She couldn’t let the old man worry about her.
"Understood!"
Qin Mu nodded.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Go ahead, I’ll tidy up and follow you shortly!"
Qin Mu looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table—she couldn’t just leave them there, could she?
Feng Fanghua, who also disliked seeing yesterday’s things still on the table the next day, went ahead with Huanhuan in tow.
Qin Mu, with her bowl of noodles, headed to the kitchen, not daring to linger in the living area for fear of Feng Fanghua spotting her and voicing her opinion.
Unable to bring herself to just throw them away, she sneakily ate a bit.
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