Mu Qingxin’s gaze darted sharply toward Qin Mu, and Qin Mu was startled, instinctively taking a step back.
"Hey! You’re the woman who stole my brother’s youth. You better buy lots and lots of clothes, got it?"
Qin Mu felt a little bewildered and reflexively nodded, agreeing slowly.
After all, Miss Mu was practically threatening her.
Did Mu Yichen really give her his entire youth?
He had attended university and built his career in the country.
Still, thinking about how he stood by her during her toughest days...
Qin Mu decided to accept the grievance handed to her by her little sister-in-law.
Because honestly, it didn’t feel like a grievance—Mu Qingxin was pretty adorable.
"Qingxin, who else treats their sister-in-law with such little decorum? Yelling and screaming like this, don’t you have any manners?"
Feng Fanghua, as the mother, couldn’t stand watching her daughter boss around her daughter-in-law like that, especially given their family’s status. Feng Fanghua hoped Mu Qingxin would learn to be more asured at tis.
"Mom, she’s not just my sister-in-law—she’s my sworn enemy! Besides, if I were too polite to her, why don’t you ask Qin Mu if she’d feel weird about that?"
Mu Qingxin finished her sentence and glanced back at Qin Mu.
"Honestly, I could test it out and see if she’d feel uncomfortable."
Provided that you start being courteous to first.
Qin Mu forced herself to smile, her voice still calm.
Mu Qingxin...
Feng Fanghua sighed helplessly: "Ah! I really don’t know what to do with the two of you. These past few days, the weather’s gotten cooler. I’ve placed new blankets in your rooms; rember to use them if it gets cold."
Feng Fanghua suddenly rembered the change in weather and brought it up to them.
"Mom, you’re worrying for nothing. Do you think Qin Mu would feel cold? She has Mu Yichen to warm her bed. Unlike , who only has Ziyu to keep company. Ah! Why does Ayan always go on business trips? It leaves all pitiful at my parents’ ho, unloved, uncared for, dependent on others."
Mu Qingxin suddenly put on a sour, sorrowful expression.
"That’s enough!"
Feng Fanghua responded.
Qin Mu silently picked up her teacup, straightened her back, and slowly sipped her tea.
Watching Mu Qingxin clown around like this was actually pretty entertaining.
Outside, there was suddenly a loud splash, as though water had been poured down from the rooftop. The three won all turned to look outside and saw that it had started pouring rain out of nowhere.
The father-and-son duo standing outside had disappeared too, and Qin Mu sprang up almost imdiately, turning to head toward the door.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Qingxin stayed seated, looking out from afar.
"Dad, are you okay?"
The butler and maid, who rushed over at the sa ti as Qin Mu, were holding towels to offer the father and son.
"I’m fine, I’m fine!"
Mu Zihao replied, expressing his gratitude for his daughter-in-law’s concern, but when he looked up, he saw Qin Mu busily drying Mu Yichen’s hair and shoulders. Instantly...
Qin Mu didn’t say anything to Mu Yichen, but the mont he jumped inside, she had already grabbed a towel and started drying him.
"Dad, it’s a bit chilly. Hurry and take a shower and change into dry clothes."
Qin Mu instructed softly, then lifted her worried gaze toward Mu Yichen: "You too!"
"Who was it that just kicked outside?"
Mu Yichen’s deep, smooth voice questioned her as his dark eyes locked onto her.
Qin Mu...
"Follow upstairs."
Mu Yichen continued to hold her gaze, issuing an order.
Qin Mu cast a glance at Mu Zihao—how could a daughter-in-law not display proper etiquette when in her father-in-law’s ho?
"Just go, just go!"
Mu Zihao said as he also headed inside.
Qin Mu followed Mu Yichen up to the second floor. Mu Zihao muttered to himself on his way in: "Our Mu Family matriarch doesn’t even care about her husband’s life anymore!"
The voice wasn’t loud, but the woman sitting on the sofa, teacup in hand, heard it clearly. Suddenly, she lost her will to drink.
Mu Qingxin tried her best to stifle her laughter, and after a while, she asked: "Mom, doesn’t comparison just amplify the pain? That girl sure dotes on my brother, doesn’t she?"
The mother and daughter had both witnessed the scene just now.
"Only Mumu cares for your brother. Why don’t you go care for your father instead? We raised you all these years for nothing."
Worried her husband might catch a cold, Feng Fanghua hurriedly put down her teacup and got up, moving swiftly yet gracefully toward the interior of the house.
Mu Qingxin...
Thought to herself, you’re all just taking advantage of the fact that my husband isn’t around, huh? Hmph!
She leisurely picked up a huge plate of fruit from the table, hugged it, and switched the TV channel.
Once Ziyu went to bed, her blissful personal ti began—no need to ntion how much joy it brought her.
Mu Yichen ca out from the bathroom after his shower but frowned at once when he didn’t see Qin Mu.
Qin Mu pushed the door open from outside, holding a cup of ginger sugar water in her hands.
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