His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu originally thought Feng Fanghua was just worried about her own son when she suddenly put on a serious face, but she didn’t expect to be told not to return to the apartment.

”What if his fever is contagious and you catch it? With your current condition, taking medicine or getting injections is bad for your health, and Huanhuan is also at an age where she can easily catch it. You two will stay at my place starting tonight, and you can go back once his fever has subsided and stabilized,”

Feng Fanghua said, hugging Huanhuan while sitting on the sofa.

Qin Mu just felt...

She just felt that Mu Yi might be unhappy!

Xiaomei was standing by, and upon hearing Feng Fanghua’s words, could barely keep her composure to appear slightly stern.

If Mu Yi knew that he was going to be forced to be separated from their Qinqin, he would probably be devastated.

”That’s settled then. I’ll take Huanhuan home first, and you come over after work. I’ll have the kitchen prepare what you love to eat,”

Feng Fanghua said as she took Huanhuan and left.

Qin Mu licked her lips, and somehow didn’t have the courage to disagree.

Actually, Qin Mu didn’t think she would catch anything from Mu Yi. Was she really that fragile?

Besides, he must have started running a fever in the latter half of the night, and they both slept hugging each other in the morning. If she was going to get infected, wouldn’t she have caught it by now?

And with Mu Yi seldom falling ill, how could she, as his wife, not be by his side?

Thinking about it made Qin Mu feel wronged.

Qin Mu was eating lunch by herself when she couldn’t resist calling Mu Yi, ”Have you eaten lunch yet?”

”Yeah! Mom has brought someone over, and she said you can’t come back tonight,”

Mu Yichen frowned, sipping the soup Auntie made for him, but his expression was a bit pitiful.

”Mom is afraid you’ll catch it from me, but I’m really not afraid of getting infected. Can you talk to her and let me come back and stay with you tonight?”

Qin Mu said, already missing the sound of his voice.

”Yes! That’s what I think, too. Can’t I just be a little careful? You’ve never passed on a cold to me before. Mrs. Feng must be doing this on purpose,”

Mu Yi frowned, looking at the soup in his bowl and taking another sip.

He seemed childishly stubborn, but he was so earnest about it.

”Then I’ll come back to the apartment tonight!”

Qin Mu said excitedly.

”No, with your special condition, you should go there tonight,”

Mu Yi, though reluctantly, had to give up.

Qin Mu felt her enthusiasm deflate upon hearing this.

”Oh!”

”Not happy, huh? You really want to be with me?”

Mu Yichen teased, hearing her flat response.

”Mu Yichen, don’t you gloat!”

Qin Mu grumbled a reminder to him but was really worried about him.

”How do you feel now? Is it any better?”

”It was awful at first, but it’s a bit better now,”

Mu Yichen’s appetite improved a bit after their phone call.

Qin Mu relaxed a little upon hearing him say that.

But in the afternoon, she quietly drove back to see him.

He was rarely home alone to rest, so she quietly opened the apartment door, tiptoed to make as little noise as possible, and found him in the bedroom, sound asleep under covers.

Without making a sound, she got into bed and hugged him from behind.

Mu Yichen felt a weight on his body, furrowed his brows unconsciously, thinking it was a dream.

But as he turned his head slightly and felt her breath, he was startled and immediately pushed her arm away a little: ”Why did you come back?”

”I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hug you tonight, so I came back now to hug you first,”

Qin Mu said, leaning in again.

”No! What if you catch a cold from me?”

Mu Yichen frowned, vehemently opposing.

”Mu Yichen, I’m getting angry!”

Qin Mu couldn’t reach his neck, feeling a bit stifled in her chest.

”If you weren’t pregnant, do you think I would fear giving you a cold? But now is a special situation, and we both have to endure!”

Qin Mu almost laughed when she heard him say ”endure.”

Mu Yichen frowned even more at her expression: ”Hey, Mrs. Mu, take this seriously!”

”It was you who wasn’t being serious, okay? If you don’t want me here, I don’t care if you guard the empty house tonight all by yourself. Anyway, I have Huanhuan and the little one in my belly,”

Qin Mu got up from the bed, pretending to be angry as if she were about to leave.

She was actually hoping Mu Yichen would ask her to stay.

Mu Yichen lay in bed, holding the quilt and watching her stubbornly act silly: ”Go ahead then, let me taste the agony of loneliness once again.”

He said so with a wry smile; in the past, he never could have said such a thing.