But why did they order a new bed?
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Qin Mu imdiately got up, hastily ran out while gathering her hair.
Thinking her mother must be rushing out for sothing exciting, Huanhuan quickly climbed out of bed and scurried behind her.
"Was it Mu Yichen who ordered the bed?"
Qin Mu pressed the corners of her eyes, making sure there was no sleep in her eyes, as she asked.
"Yes, the young master said to put it in the room at the farthest east side."
The auntie, seeing her sleepy and disheveled appearance, didn’t delay and quickly explained.
When Qin Mu heard the words "farthest east side," she suddenly rembered last night, and then...
Hehe!
A hint of uncertainty flashed across her face, turning into an unnatural smile, and she awkwardly cleared her throat, whispering, "No need for that bed anymore, return it, please."
The auntie was stunned: "Return it?"
"Yeah! I was joking with him yesterday, didn’t think he’d take it seriously, just return it."
"That might not be too easy."
"What’s there to return, if you don’t want it, just give it to and your dad," said Feng Fanghua as she walked out from the adjacent room, thinking to herself that she had been wanting to change to a new bed and now she had found a good deal.
Qin Mu...
"Huanhuan, co downstairs with grandma and look at our new bed."
Feng Fanghua, not raising her head, called her granddaughter and properly took her hand as they went downstairs.
The auntie standing aside felt awkward and didn’t know what to say, and Qin Mu was sowhat embarrassed: "Then I’ll go freshen up first."
"Yes!"
Coming back to her senses, the auntie hurriedly went downstairs first.
Although still unclear why the bed in the guest room needed to be changed, the bed Mu Yichen had given to Qin Mu was now taken by Feng Fanghua, and the auntie felt it was not quite right of Feng Fanghua to do so.
But...
"Do I sign here?"
"Are you Mrs. Mu?"
The bed delivery staff, seeing her dressed extravangantly, felt she didn’t quite match the person who had ordered the bed over the phone.
"What kind of question is that, you can easily check online if I’m Mrs. Mu or not," Feng Fanghua muttered.
"This is our head mistress, our madam."
Another auntie who had been there for a while stepped in to clarify for Feng Fanghua.
The delivery staff then didn’t say anything else, only awkwardly bowed their heads.
The bed was carried upstairs, and Huanhuan followed along.
The bed that was taken down was given to the butler; his bed had been used for many years, and he was so excited about the new one that he couldn’t sleep that night.
After freshening up, Qin Mu ca out of her room just as the workers were about to go downstairs, and they all paused, seeing the pure and beautiful girl, feeling like they had asked for the wrong person’s signature.
But rembering they were told that she was Mrs. Mu, they didn’t ask further and just nodded their heads at Qin Mu.
"Thanks for your hard work!"
Qin Mu could only respond with a polite greeting.
After they left, they murmured, "How many Mrs. Mus are there in this house?"
"Could it be the main wife and a second wife?"
"It shouldn’t be! Hey, did you guys feel that the girl just now looks a bit like the one we saw on the TV comrcials? It’s the shampoo comrcial that’s been on recently, my wife has been using it, that girl..."
The n got into the car, still murmuring, feeling indeed that it was very likely her.
Feng Fanghua felt particularly at ease having a new bed, and since it was a Saturday and no one had to work, she decided not to go shopping and instead stayed at ho to watch TV, eat snacks, and chat.
Qin Mu was also called down: "You’re not working today, are you?"
"Mhm! Not today! But I need to visit the hospital later."
Qin Mu had been pondering lately; she needed to visit the hospital every day, no matter the ti.
Qin Mu felt that Qin Haiming must be waiting for her.
"Oh, that’s right, you should be there with him all day. I wanted so company to chat, I’ll ask the butler to bring so nourishing gifts as if you and your father were delivering them."
"He definitely doesn’t lack nourishnts, but could you ask the kitchen to stew a soup for him?"
Qin Mu gently smoothed her skirt as she sat on the sofa, looking a bit embarrassed, but still made the suggestion.
Feng Fanghua stared at her for a while without saying a word.
"You, go ask the kitchen yourself."
Feng Fanghua advised her, feeling a warmth in her heart, thinking that such a considerate Qin Mu was the one she wanted to see.
"Mhm!"
Qin Mu imdiately stood up again, shyly smiled, and headed to the kitchen.
"The young madam seems like a completely different person now."
An auntie comnted while watching.
"Indeed! That must be her father’s blessing."
Feng Fanghua nodded, then went back to focusing on her granddaughter, Huanhuan, who always loved playing with the toys Qin Hai had given her; no doubt a girl who loved her grandfather.
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