"Do you rember how Mu Yichen used to love throwing snowballs at Qin Mu when we were kids? Every ti he saw Qin Mu playing with other boys, he couldn’t help but take action. He’d pelt her first before driving the other boys away."
Standing at the window with his hands in his pockets, Jing Feng watched the snowy landscape outside, which was compressed by the cars but still smooth in so places.
Helian Hao thought for a mont, "I don’t quite rember, but I do recall one ti when Qin Mu was kicked by him into a snow drift."
Jing Feng suddenly burst into laughter, shaking a bit with mirth.
With a resigned sigh, Helian Hao said, "That pair is a real pair of sworn enemies! By the way, what do you think about Zhuo Wen? You must have known about this woman early on, right?"
"Yeah! But she already has a fiancé, could it be that you won are too sensitive?"
Jing Feng asked her.
"Sensitive? If she was really that open and aboveboard, why did she keep the Mu Family in the dark about completing her work long ago? And another thing, she went to the hospital to tell Qin Mu and Mu Yichen that she was leaving, but what happened? She’s still staying at AM, isn’t she?"
Helian Hao couldn’t help but question.
Jing Feng sighed helplessly, "That’s true! But however you look at it, Zhuo Wen doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would destroy their family!"
"It seems like you n have no guards up against this kind of woman at all!"
"Where are you going with this?"
Leaning against the window, Jing Feng looked at his wife.
Helian Hao glanced at him disdainfully and then turned to walk inside.
Jing Feng continued to lean there but couldn’t help chuckling silently, thinking to himself that pregnant won indeed had fiery tempers.
Then he called Mu Yichen, "I’m coming to your place for lunch!"
"This noon? Didn’t we agree to get together in a few days?"
"My wife insists it must be this noon."
"Got it!"
After hanging up Jing Feng’s call, Mu Yichen thought to himself that Jing Feng actually couldn’t stand up to Helian Hao, poor guy.
But he forgot that he himself also...
Mu Yichen ca downstairs after the call and said to Feng Fanghua, "Jing Feng and his wife are coming over for lunch today."
"Really? Quick, tell the kitchen to prepare the nu."
Upon hearing this, Feng Fanghua imdiately got up from the sofa and handed the child to Qin Mu, who was sitting next to her.
Qin Mu gently cradled her young son, unable to resist lightly touching his chubby little lips.
Feng Fanghua went to arrange the midday nu.
Mu Yichen sat down leisurely beside her, and the old master asked, "That boy Jing Feng, his wife is pregnant too, right?"
"Yes!"
"The children of you fellows who are about the sa age will grow up together. Hmm! Their bonds are bound to be strong in the future."
Although there had been so unpleasantness regarding Jing Qing’s matter, who could guarantee a trouble-free youth? Who could ensure that all friendships would remain untroubled from childhood to old age?
So, after everyone accepted Jing Qing’s issue, they actually looked forward to the brotherly relationship between Jing Feng and Mu Yichen.
Mu Yichen made no comnt on this; the bond between brothers didn’t need to be spoken out loud.
However, he took his son from Qin Mu’s arms and gently held him on his lap, "In the future, you’re not allowed to hold him!"
Mu Yichen said to Qin Mu fiercely, but not loudly.
Qin Mu stayed silent, just giving him a disapproving look.
"What kind of mother doesn’t hold her own child? If your mom hadn’t held you, would you have grown this big?"
The old master raised his eyes to his grandson, disliking the bullying streak in him.
"With your grandfather here, you can’t turn on her."
Mu Zihao said from the opposite side.
Qin Mu almost couldn’t hold back her laughter, and Mu Yichen sighed helplessly.
Looking at the fair and tender little one in his arms, he thought of all the suffering his wife had endured for him, yet he still wanted her to hold him?
He couldn’t bear the thought of Qin Mu becoming tired again.
During that ti, Qin Mu had grown increasingly frail, especially on the night of the childbirth. Everyone thought she was resting upstairs, but as soon as he went up, he saw the carpet stained red with her blood.
Qin Mu had long forgotten the scenes of giving birth to her son, or perhaps because won are more accepting of pregnancy and childbirth, aware of the potential complications. There used to be sayings that giving birth was like trading one life for another, and now television dramas often depict such dramatic monts of choosing between the mother’s and baby’s lives, so once she got through it, she forgot the pain and danger of that ti.
"Hmph!"
The old master grunted at his son’s words, then looked at Qin Mu again, "If this kid dares to be so fierce with you again, just tell your grandfather, and see if I don’t teach him a lesson."
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