His Beloved Treasure

The two of them drove directly to Mu Mansion because the elder hoped they’d have a lively time at home, so they started to freeload off the family’s meals and drinks.

After dinner that evening, the family sat on the couch watching entertainment news when they saw a report about Wen Runuan and her boss—there was all sorts of talk.

However, the final footage showed CEO Zhang holding his son as he came out of the hospital ward, announcing to the media, ”We are indeed together, and have already registered our marriage, we are a legally married couple! Miss Wen will hold a press conference at some point to provide details. For now, please orderly leave and don’t disturb her rest, thank you!”

If a man truly loves a woman enough, he wouldn’t care about how the outside world sees them, right? As for the future and whatnot, it seems none of that is as important as actually enjoying the time together.

Qin Mu leaned back on the couch with the fruit plate, sincerely wishing them well as he watched the scene on TV.

”My goodness, the young people these days can really endure,”

Mu Zihao sighed.

Qin Mu felt like he choked on an apple.

Mu Yichen raised his eyes, and when he heard her coughing, he raised his hand to pat her back to help.

”That’s true. Your son and daughter-in-law already have a child over three years old, on their second already, and there are still many people unaware they’ve registered their marriage!”

Feng Fanghua glanced at Qin Mu and couldn’t help but speak out.

Qin Mu smiled awkwardly, and Feng Fanghua just sighed.

”Everyone’s not a fool. Seeing them living together, what else could they be if not husband and wife?”

The elder looked at his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, his eyes full of affection no matter how he looked at them.

Feng Fanghua kept her mouth shut after hearing the elder’s tone, as she would never argue with the elder.

The elder then stretched his back, acting as if he was in the right.

Qin Mu could barely hold back her laughter, and Mu Yichen sighed, ”Isn’t it good to just go with the flow?”

Mu Yichen now felt especially content because they hadn’t kept their marriage a secret from anyone anymore.

Yesterday, the hotel even called, saying that the daughter of a high-ranking official wanted to have her wedding on Christmas, and when the hotel refused, they called to have a talk. The staff had no choice but to call Mu Yichen to ask if it was alright to reveal his wedding plans, to which he agreed.

It wasn’t intentional, things just naturally happened that way, and gradually, those who needed to know would find out.

Besides, what did it matter if some didn’t know?

He felt that all those insignificant people, whether they knew about their marriage or not, was it truly important?

What’s important is that this woman is now by his side, and her heart is already with him.

When she no longer rejects marriage!

When she no longer thinks of parting!

Mu Yichen felt there was nothing more wonderful in the world than this.

”That’s right! Just go with the flow!”

The elder felt the same way.

Later, the elder changed channels, Qin Mu finished her small bowl of fruit, and then started to feel sleepy.

Mu Yichen, with his eyes half-closed, saw her eyelids beginning to battle, so he stood up first: ”It’s getting late, everyone should head to bed early!”

Qin Mu glanced up. She rarely admitted to being tired first at her in-laws’, seeing as she was the younger family member and felt she needed to keep the elders company.

At his own home, Mu Yichen, of course, did as he pleased, always indulged by Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao and acting however he wished. The young master’s mood took over, and he directly pulled Qin Mu to go to sleep.

After the two went upstairs, Feng Fanghua couldn’t resist her tart comment: ”That kid is even cool when going to sleep.”

”How is going to sleep cool?”

Mu Zihao asked her.

Feng Fanghua turned to look at him, feeling recently that her husband was always disagreeing with her.

No, everyone in the family except Qin Mu dared to sing a different tune, everyone seemed to be going in the opposite direction to her.

After Mu Yichen pulled Qin Mu into their room and closed the door, he embraced her from behind and walked towards the bathroom: ”Shall we shower together?”

”You go ahead, I’ll wait for you!”

Qin Mu said and then turned her eyes to Huanhuan.

Yes! That little girl was still sleeping in their room.

After dinner, Huanhuan had slept early, not forgetting to mutter before sleep that she wanted to sleep with her mom.

Mu Yichen glanced at the bed and sighed helplessly: I almost forgot about her!

Then he laughed, and Qin Mu laughed too: ”Do you often forget that you’re a father?”

”Not quite that, although I don’t like it when she takes up the bed, she is still our little sweetheart.”

He bowed his head, whispering softly in the hollow of her neck.

”If our little sweetheart heard you say that, she’d definitely be comforted.”

Qin Mu reached up to touch his face.