His Beloved Treasure

”She didn’t skimp on photos for her wedding!”

Mu Zihao said, and then he said to Qin Mu, ”Send that photo to my phone too! Shouldn’t we set up a family group? I see the Lis and the Zhangs have one.”

”Sounds good! I’ll create it!”

Qin Mu said as he began to add people, the old man spoke up, ”Get me an account too!”

He had always found it a hassle, so he had never bothered with a WeChat account, but now, listening to the lively discussion, he felt excited and wanted to join in with the family.

”Alright! Grandpa, would you like a screen name?”

Qin Mu reminded him.

”What screen name? I won’t change my name sitting or standing!”

The old man raised an eyebrow, not entirely disinterested, but more out of nervousness about being new to the internet, and uncertain what name to pick for himself.

”Great-grandpa is our boss!”

Huanhuan suddenly turned to everyone and spoke out.

Feng Fanghua nearly burst out laughing, explaining, ”This morning at the supermarket, she heard a friend’s family calling each other ’Big Boss’, ’Second Boss’; she must have picked that up from them.”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh as well, ”Don’t talk nonsense.”

”I think it’s great! Aren’t I the boss of the Mu Family?”

So the old man settled for the name, Boss of the Mu Family.

At first listen, you might think it belonged to the mafia!

The old man declared it had presence, and he liked it.

Mu Zihao suggested the name ’Old Taishan’, but the old man retorted, ”How old am I? Old Taishan! I am the Boss of the Mu Family.”

Agreed! Just those four characters.

Once the group was established, Mu Zihao sent a red envelope first, and everyone kept asking him to send more because the money was not evenly distributed, so Mu Zihao did nothing but send red envelopes after dinner.

”How about you send some, Zihao? Fanghua, you send a couple for fun too!”

The old man always missed out on the bigger red envelopes from his son, so he decided to switch targets.

”Dad! The person who should be sending red envelopes here is you. Besides, doesn’t it all come to the same whether Zihao or I send them?”

Feng Fanghua immediately retorted, and the old man, upon hearing her words, asked everyone, ”Is that so? I am the one who should send them? But I haven’t linked my bank card yet!”

”It’s time for your grandson to step up! Give me your phone!”

Mu Yichen, who was on the verge of dozing off from snatching red envelopes, opened his own phone and transferred a substantial amount to the old man’s account, directly claiming it for himself and then returned the phone to the old man, ”Now you can send them.”

”How many times can I send them?”

The old man didn’t know how to check his WeChat wallet, so sending red envelopes was a learn-as-you-go process.

”Send as many times as you like!”

Nobody was hurting for money; it was more a matter of envy.

Yet in the end, Mu Yichen only made transfers to his wife, and they were significant amounts.

Later on, he remembered she still owed a sum in her bank account and, taking advantage of the moment when she had no qualms asking him for money, he kept transferring funds as a game.

Later on, unable to bear it any longer, she slapped him lightly, ”Stop transferring, what are you doing? Playing the God of Wealth?”

”It wouldn’t be too late to call me ’Your Majesty’ afterwards!”

Mu Yichen, originally teasing her with innuendos, leaned forward and softly reminded her near her ear.

Qin Mu...

Feng Fanghua looked at her son’s antics with dissatisfaction, ”Stay and sleep over tonight, both of you. Huanhuan also wants to sleep with you, doesn’t she?”

Mu Yichen frowned at the thought of Huanhuan sleeping with them, ”She’s grown up too; she can’t keep sleeping with her parents.”

When Mu Yichen said this, he felt especially cruel, but he really didn’t want to sleep apart from his wife.

Feng Fanghua looked incredulously at him, ”Are you really Huanhuan’s dad?”

Mu Yichen awkwardly looked down, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

Qin Mu, holding back laughter, watched Huanhuan lying on her lap, looking up at Mu Yichen, and suddenly burst into laughter.

”I’m definitely her dad, right?”

Mu Yichen ambiguously sought confirmation from Qin Mu.

Given the presence of the elders, Qin Mu refrained from arguing with him and simply pushed him away by pressing against half of his face as he leaned in.

”Hahaha! Poor Daddy!”

Huanhuan covered her mouth with her hand, giggling uncontrollably as her natural, refreshing laughter spilled out.

”Daddy’s poor?” Mu Yichen smiled as he lowered his head to nuzzle Huanhuan’s forehead and teased her back.

”Yes! Daddy’s poor, Mommy’s mine!”

After saying that, Huanhuan left him, smoothed her tousled hair with her hand, then knelt on Qin Mu’s lap and wrapped her arms around her neck to show off.

Mu Yichen suddenly had a bad feeling.