His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu didn’t say anything more, just walked to the sofa and sat down, also bowing his head and mindlessly flipping through a magazine next to him.

Actually, his heart couldn’t calm down at all.

He walked over and sat by the bed, and as he saw the kid looking at him with big eyes, he couldn’t help but mutter, ”Occupying your old man’s spot, you must be pretty pleased, huh?”

Qin Mu reflexively looked up at him, his eyes slightly more alert.

Mu Yichen felt Qin Mu’s gaze and reluctantly raised his eyebrows, ”But you just keep it for now, it’s better than letting someone else take it, make sure to keep your mom happy for me.”

He reached out to grab his son’s little hand, wanting to use the child’s hand to pat his own face, but it seemed like the little one’s hand was too short, not able to reach.

And Qin Mu quickly noticed, putting down the magazine and asking unhappily, ”Mu Yichen, what are you doing?”

”What else can I be doing?”

Letting go of Mu Chengyang’s hand, Mu Yichen stood up.

If he couldn’t stay longer, then it was time to go.

Yet Qin Mu felt a sting in his eyes when he heard the sound of the door closing.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were still watching TV downstairs. When they saw him coming down, they mumbled, ”Leaving again?”

”Yeah!”

Mu Yichen responded, but he wasn’t in a rush to leave, so he sat down on the sofa and leaned back against it, resting his neck on the top, staring up at the ceiling.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao both doted on their son deeply, but they were powerless to persuade their daughter-in-law, feeling a bit aggrieved.

”Did the Zhuo Family send someone over?”

Mu Zihao asked.

”Yeah! The old master of the Zhuo Family and the eldest brother of their family came.”

Mu Yichen said.

Mu Zihao nodded, ”Have you met them?”

”Yeah.”

”What did they say?”

Mu Zihao asked again.

”They said they wanted to take Zhuo Wen away!”

Mu Yichen answered truthfully.

”Zhuo Wen is miserable enough now, let her elder brother take her away. I heard she might have some mental issues?”

Feng Fanghua inquired, she was really fed up with the trouble this woman had brought to their family and just wanted the matter to be over quickly.

”So, she can’t leave now, she’s got to spend a few years in a mental hospital.”

And it had to be one in Rongcheng.

Mu Yichen said, his voice lacking strength, but it made the listeners somewhat worried.

”What do her family members say?”

”No one dares stand up for her.”

When Mu Yichen said this, his eyes immediately hardened.

Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua didn’t ask any more questions, but Feng Fanghua said, ”That woman almost caused Qin Mu and my grandson harm, she indeed deserves to pay a price.”

Mu Zihao nodded.

The living room wasn’t as lively as usual; now, the family of three sitting together somehow seemed a bit gloomy.

After a while, Feng Fanghua said, ”Stay the night, just take the guest room, or go to Huanhuan’s room.”

Mu Yichen looked up at his mother, touched in his heart. At the critical moment, it was still his mother.

”If your daughter-in-law finds out about this, you’ve only just repaired your mother-in-law-daughter-in-law relationship not long ago, have you thought it through?”

Mu Zihao reminded his wife.

”Oh! Well, you should go then!”

Feng Fanghua said as she stood up and then went back to her room first.

”I won’t see you out. Come back when you’ve coaxed your wife back into a good mood; there’s no hurry!”

Mu Zihao also got up and, before leaving, gave Mu Yichen some instructions.

Mu Yichen...

It took him several minutes before he scoffed, thinking to himself that he now had absolutely no status in this family.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He was pondering how to get his wife to accept him again.

Should he resort to a tactic like playing the sufferer?

She was even beginning to struggle at work, running red lights when driving; if their relationship didn’t improve, she was sure to have an accident.

And yet, he fell asleep with such ease, on the couch.

In the middle of the night, Mu Zihao came out to drink some water and, seeing Mu Yichen asleep on the couch, went to fetch a blanket to cover him, and looking at Mu Yichen’s pitiful state, said, ”We want to help you too, but right now, in this house, you’re not as important as your wife.”

Mu Zihao shook his head and returned to his room.

Feng Fanghua also woke up and asked, ”Has he not left yet?”

”He’s fallen asleep!”

Mu Zihao replied and lay down in bed.

After turning off the light, Feng Fanghua asked, ”Should we make him leave?”

”Can you really be so heartless?”

Mu Zihao asked her.

”What choice do we have? Qin Mu has stopped producing milk. If she sees him tomorrow and gets so angry that her milk dries up, my grandson is far more important than he is,” Feng Fanghua said as she turned over and gently leaned against Mu Zihao’s shoulder.

”Humph! You’ve certainly changed from back in the day. You used to be unable to bear to see our son in any distress.”

”Back then I looked forward to having him home every day! Now, he just irritates me.”

Mu Zihao laughed so hard he nearly shook, but in the dead of night, he tried his best not to laugh out loud.

And in the living room, finally, there was no sound at all.

As for his breathing, normally above millions, it now seemed utterly insignificant.

This living room was too large, so large that lying alone on the couch felt somewhat lonesome.

In truth, he had only wanted to stay a little longer here because it was too cold outside and even colder in his apartment.

Moreover, she hadn’t been to the apartment in a long while, making it seem as if her scent had faded away.

He had fallen asleep hugging her clothes the night before, but he still didn’t sleep well.

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Qin Mu woke up in the morning with a severe itch in her throat. She checked the time on her phone and it was just past six. Seeing the little one still soundly asleep, she approached, couldn’t help but curl her lips into a slight smile, and gently wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth before quietly getting out of bed.

She closed the door softly as she left the room.

She had expected the downstairs to be bustling by now, but she was surprised to find it eerily quiet.

The old couple must not be up yet, or they were getting up.

The old man hadn’t come back from the countryside, so that was one person fewer.

Usually, the maid would be cleaning at this time, but not today.

She went to the kitchen to pour herself a drink, but for some reason, she suddenly glanced towards the living room.

It felt like there was someone lying on the couch, so she walked over to it.