His Beloved Treasure

Or perhaps, he just wanted to shield his daughter.

If that was the case, Qin Mu would have to settle every single account with them, father and daughter.

When the time came, she wouldn’t let go easily, whether it was dealt with privately or publicly.

After returning home, she called Jian Yan, they exchanged holiday greetings, and after a few words, she hung up.

She could feel Jian Yan deliberately distancing himself, but she didn’t have the heart to dwell on it anymore, after all, everything was clear as day.

After dinner, she accompanied Huanhuan to sleep, then once Huanhuan fell asleep, she returned to her own room to draw. Mu Yichen came upstairs and sat on the bed to keep her company, leaning against the headboard, he wrapped his shoulders around her, watching her draw, ”When will you be this serious with me all day?”

”Am I not serious with you?”

”Say ’I love you’ a thousand times for me to hear!”

His dark hawk-like eyes stared at her, as if resistance were not an option.

Qin Mu unconsciously lowered her gaze, smiled faintly, but ignored him and continued to draw.

Mu Yichen continued to stare at her straight on. Grandpa had asked again when they planned to hold the wedding, since the two of them already had a child, Grandpa hoped they wouldn’t drag it out.

Actually, he told Grandpa that they would be getting married soon.

But he didn’t know how to talk about it with her, as she had always been resistant to the idea of a wedding.

”You were just asking when I’m not serious with you, look at you now, being very unserious.”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh again, turning her sparkling apricot eyes towards him, as if there was a diamond within them.

Mu Yichen, with his dark eyes, suddenly covered hers and pressed her down onto the bed with a fierce kiss.

Qin Mu instinctively pulled out the drawing paper and placed it aside when he pounced on her but still accidentally knocked it onto the floor.

But she had no time to worry about the drawing paper, because Mu Yi had mounted her, ready to pounce.

Qin Mu suddenly remembered the conversation about having children with Helian Hao and Mu Qingxin during the day.

Why hasn’t she gotten pregnant yet?

She wasn’t that old; surely there couldn’t really be a problem with her body?

After she finished those few prescriptions, she hadn’t gone back to see the Chinese medicine practitioner, but the practitioner said she would be fine after solidifying the treatment with those doses.

Although she wasn’t in a hurry for when the child would come, the fact that it hadn’t happened yet caused her to doubt and even become nervous.

”Mu Yichen!”

In the ambiguous space, suddenly, there came a frail and tense voice.

”Hmm?”

Mu Yichen responded while continuing to kiss her, his thin lips inextricable from her neck.

”How long has it been?”

Qin Mu asked softly.

”Hmm?”

He frowned slightly, lifting his eyes to look at her.

”We haven’t taken any measures!”

Qin Mu reminded him, looking into his eyes, confused.

Mu Yichen paused, then his brows furrowed even more tightly, ”It seems, less than two months, right?”

”We’ve only done it once since Huanhuan was born.”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but remind him again, her voice still very small.

”What do you mean?”

Mu Yi almost laughed out loud, misunderstanding Mrs. Mu’s meaning.

”I mean, could there be something wrong with my body?”

Qin Mu asked again, sounding nervous.

”Are you worried that your husband’s body isn’t as good as it once was?”

Mu Yichen was about to laugh, but before he could, he lowered his head to nibble at her earlobe.

Qin Mu winced in pain, raised her upper body, and seeing his defiant, stubborn posture, she couldn’t help but laugh and explained to him, ”Actually, I meant, could there be something wrong with my body?”