"Next ti, we should wear matching outfits too."
Mu Zihao didn’t wait for Mu Yichen to respond; instead, he quickly put his arm around her shoulder and chid in, fearing Mu Yichen might say sothing that would upset his wife.
Huanhuan, already seated in her chair, looked at her parents erging in light-colored couple outfits and happily exclaid, "Daddy looks so handso, and Mommy looks so stylish! Huanhuan wants to wear the sa thing too!"
"Next ti, I’ll just order a few more sets so the whole family can match. Wouldn’t that be so loving?"
Qin Mu thought to herself, this truly must be what a loving family looks like.
Should we add so words on the back, embossed perhaps?
"Wearing matching outfits at ho makes us look like a bunch of lunatics. I’m against it."
Feng Fanghua imdiately rejected the idea, feeling uncomfortable just imagining it.
The first and only ti their family wore matching outfits was for an event at Huanhuan’s school. Qin Mu had them custom-made in advance from a factory.
At dinner, Feng Fanghua casually asked, "Have you visited your father in the past couple of days?"
"Not yet! But I did visit him last week."
Qin Mu thought, going once a week should be enough, right? Would going too often seem a bit strange?
Even she felt it was a little odd.
"You should aim for twice a week. Otherwise, won’t your dad feel lonely?"
Mu Zihao suggested.
"Sigh!"
Mu Qingxin let out a sigh.
Qin Mu...
Mu Yichen glanced up at his sister, wondering what she might be thinking now.
Mu Qingxin looked up, realizing everyone’s eyes were on her. She placed the spoon she had just picked up back into her bowl and said, "You all should give Qin Mu so ti. It’s already not easy for her to maintain such a good relationship with Uncle. If Dad ever did sothing like... I..."
"Just eat your food!"
Mu Zihao quickly cut her off, alard.
He thought, their father-daughter relationship had only just begun to improve.
Mu Qingxin naturally didn’t continue, but Qin Mu already understood what she was implying.
"I’ll make so ti to call him,"
Qin Mu reassured the elders, not wanting them to worry about their father-daughter bond.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao nodded in satisfaction, thinking to themselves how lucky they were that Qin Mu didn’t share Mu Qingxin’s personality. Otherwise, this household might not feel as warm as it did now.
Qin Mu originally wanted to call Qin Haiming to tell him to avoid catching a chill in the rainy weather. But after gripping her phone for over ten minutes, she ultimately put it down without dialing.
The door to the study opened from the outside, prompting Qin Mu to look up. When she saw Mu Yichen enter, she curiously asked, "What is it?"
"I’ve co to invite Mrs. Mu back to the bedroom to warm the bed,"
Mu Yichen said with the utmost seriousness.
Qin Mu: "..."
"What? You’re unwilling? Do you plan to stay in the study all night?"
She wasn’t working on anything. Seeing her holding her phone and running out, Mu Yichen had an inkling of what she intended to do. Knowing she lacked the courage, he ca to distract her.
Qin Mu had no choice but to get up, preparing to leave.
Just then, her phone rang—it was Uncle Wang.
Mu Yichen walked over slowly, watching as Qin Mu took the call.
"Hello, Uncle Wang!"
Qin Mu greeted, her heart instantly relaxing, even feeling a little excited.
"Mumu, your dad has a bit of a cold. He asked to call you. The weather’s getting chilly; make sure you bundle up and don’t catch a cold yourself."
Uncle Wang, holding the phone, glanced at the man sitting on the sofa glaring at him. Feeling intimidated, he kept his comnts brief.
"Dad has a cold? Is it serious? Does he have a fever?"
Qin Mu imdiately grew anxious, clutching her phone tightly with both hands in front of her desk.
Mu Yichen stood by her side, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"No fever, no fever. He specifically said you shouldn’t worry about it, really."
Uncle Wang regretted ntioning it after hearing how concerned Qin Mu sounded.
"Make sure he takes his dicine on ti. And now that it’s getting colder, you all need to keep yourselves warm as well,"
Qin Mu quickly repeated Uncle Wang’s earlier words back to him.
In truth, this was what Qin Mu had planned to say when she wanted to call.
But...
Both father and daughter lacked the courage to initiate, ultimately relying on Uncle Wang as a middleman.
"Got it! You haven’t visited in a few days. When will you have ti to co by?"
"Will Dad be free tomorrow?"
Qin Mu asked.
"Yes, he’s free around lunchti, but he has a eting in the evening,"
Uncle Wang replied quickly, signaling Qin Haiming with a glance. Qin Haiming, feeling tense, sat on the sofa, suppressing his emotions in silence.
"Then I’ll co by tomorrow at noon. Have the blankets been aired out at ho? It’s getting cooler at night. Make sure to switch to thicker ones."
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