His Beloved Treasure

”Go call them down!” Feng Fanghua ordered in passing.

”Yes!”

The auntie grabbed her coat, about to go call them.

”Hey hey hey, don’t go! Don’t disturb them.”

Mu Zihao immediately raised his hand to stop her.

”Why? Your son has a fever right now, what if he infects Qin Mu?”

Feng Fanghua asked anxiously.

”Isn’t that a bit exaggerated? Your daughter-in-law isn’t made of clay, leave them alone!”

Mu Zihao probably thought they were sleeping and couldn’t bear to wake them up, so he pulled Feng Fanghua to sit down on the sofa.

”Go make a pot of tea for me, and freshly squeeze a glass of juice for Huanhuan, she’s been saying she wanted apple juice on the way here.”

Mu Zihao instructed the auntie.

”Alright! I’ll go right away!”

The auntie didn’t really want to disturb the couple either, so after she put Feng Fanghua’s coat and bag away, she went to the kitchen to get to work.

Huanhuan also trotted to the kitchen, following behind the auntie: ”Grandma Wang, I don’t want apple juice anymore.”

The auntie looked down at the little girl and asked softly, ”Then what would our little princess like to drink?”

”Orange, the big orange one!”

Huanhuan specifically reminded her.

The auntie laughed and agreed, ”Okay, Grandma Wang will make you orange juice right away.”

”Mm! Thank you, Grandma Wang!”

Huanhuan stood on the side, her little hands resting on her small pockets around her waist.

Sitting down, Feng Fanghua was still a bit anxious: ”Now is a critical time for that girl, if she gets a headache or a fever, she will be the one to suffer, do you think I had them live separately for nothing?”

”I know! It’s fine! Just relax!”

Mu Zihao of course knew what his wife was thinking, but he knew even better what his son was thinking.

He believed his son would never willingly let his wife catch a cold.

By the time Mu Yichen woke up, it was almost dark. The first thing he saw when he turned his head was Qin Mu lying beside him, watching him with those beautiful eyes like bright stars in the night sky, the corners lifted slightly, so beautiful that he felt at peace.

”President Mu must not have slept well last night, right?”

Qin Mu asked him, barely holding back a laugh.

”I’m not like someone, who said she couldn’t be without me one minute then only remembered to play chess with the old man the next.”

He looked at her reproachfully, moved forward, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his forehead against hers: ”I didn’t call and just went to look for you at the studio, but to no avail!”

Qin Mu felt a pang of emptiness in her heart, feeling that he must have felt really bad at that moment, and then she pressed her forehead against his reassuringly, ”The fever seems to have gone, can I kiss you now?”

Mu Yichen was startled, then a soft pair of lips was pressed against his, breathless for several seconds until her lips parted from his.

Qin Mu looked up at him: ”If we don’t go down soon, it might not be so good! The elders have been back for quite some time!”

Qin Mu had been wanting to get up, but he held her so tightly, only willing to let her go just before he woke up.

Mu Yichen, though touched, heaved a resigned sigh after hearing her words: ”Couldn’t you let me enjoy it a little longer?”

”What?”

Qin Mu asked.

”Being confessed to by you!”

Mu Yichen replied, unable to help laughing again.

”Did I? I don’t remember doing that.”

Qin Mu lifted her eyes slightly, thinking hard about their recent conversation. When had she confessed to him?

As the two of them went downstairs, Feng Fanghua saw Mu Yichen settle into the sofa and asked, ”Didn’t you say you were staying in the apartment?”

Mu Yichen lifted his gaze, awkwardly scratching his hair: ”I was just passing by!”

Qin Mu sat beside him, hearing him say ’just passing by,’ she couldn’t help but move a little away from him to look.

President Mu was such a terrible liar! Ms. Feng was too shrewd.

When Mu Yichen turned his head, he saw his wife looking at him with an unusually critical eye and glared back at her.

”Just passing by? Where were you going that you just happened to pass by our house? It’s not even in the city center.”

Feng Fanghua looked at him with disdain, her straightforward nature piercing through his pretense.

Qin Mu, trying not to laugh, shared the same thoughts as her.

”Enough, enough! Does a son need to pick a time to come home?”

Mu Zihao, unable to watch any longer, rounded off the conversation for his son.

Mu Yichen was slightly embarrassed but that didn’t stop him from sitting there.

”Right! Why hasn’t Grandpa come back?”

Qin Mu noticed the old man was not there and quickly seized the chance to change the subject.”

Mu Yichen thought, I knew you couldn’t just leave me be.

”Oh! He’s having a get-together with a few old comrades, won’t be back until after dinner.”

Mu Zihao immediately responded, also successfully steering the conversation elsewhere.

”If you ask me, you should call Dad later and tell him to come home early—Old Master Jing is also there, and I’m worried they might end up fighting.”