His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu said, not daring to admit that she hit President Mu’s car.

”Ah! How could you be so careless? And about not coming home last night, was it also because of the car?”

”Oh, that was not the case, it really was because Mu Yichen had too much to drink.”

Qin Mu’s dark eyes swiveled, her words delivered with utter sincerity.

Feng Fanghua...

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao both use Weibo, especially Feng Fanghua, who occasionally promotes her public welfare project on it, and even started following Qin Mu recently, so of course she knew about this morning’s trending topic on Weibo.

It’s just that too many things had happened over the last few days, and she hadn’t had time to process them all at once.

”Come and sit down before we talk, okay?”

Mu Zihao noticed that Feng Fanghua and Qin Mu were standing by the door, not coming inside, aware that his wife was taking things seriously again, so he quickly reminded them.

”Mom, let’s go sit down and then talk, okay?”

Qin Mu immediately grabbed Feng Fanghua’s arm, hugged her shoulder, and nudged her inside.

”Really, I can’t do anything about you two, you’re not young anymore, how come neither of you is mature?”

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but grumble.

Qin Mu had nothing to say, like a child who had done something wrong, but after sitting down, she hadn’t forgotten to massage her mother’s shoulders, hoping her mother would be merciful.

”Ma’am, should I prepare formula milk for the little master now?”

The maid asked, coming out from inside.

”Oh, no need, I will feed him in a bit.”

”Do you have enough breast milk? Maybe let’s not... Yesterday, your dad and I discussed it and decided to wean Chengcheng off breast milk.”

”Ah? But I do have milk now.”

Qin Mu blinked, caught off guard and somewhat unable to accept this.

”Having some is fine, but what’s the point if it’s only enough for him to eat once or twice a day? Better to wean him off sooner, then you’ll also be freer, right? Does it make you comfortable being like this all day long?”

Feng Fanghua glanced down at Qin Mu’s lovely chest.

Qin Mu...

Comfortable or not, it’s only for a year or so, but her son is still too young, she really can’t bear to wean him off yet.

”Just a few more months, at least maintain it for a year, or ten months?”

Qin Mu tentatively tried to persuade Feng Fanghua.

”Sigh! I’m really thinking of you, looking at you young people these days, after having a child, you all want to go back to living your own life. Are you sure you want to drag it out like this?”

”Yeah! That’s what I want, and my milk supply has gradually increased these past two days.”

Qin Mu said, a bit embarrassed, burying her face behind Feng Fanghua.

Feng Fanghua...

Mu Zihao...

”I’m going to go upstairs to change clothes.”

Mu Zihao knew that he was in the way, and quickly went upstairs.

Qin Mu waited until he was far away before emerging red-faced from behind Feng Fanghua.

Feng Fanghua was about to burst into laughter at her antics, Qin Mu was really shy.

”I’m asking you, the reason for your recent breast milk supply, is it because your marital life has harmonized again?”

Feng Fanghua suddenly asked in a low voice, finally unable to keep a straight face.

”Maybe! I’m not quite sure,” Qin Mu replied with an extremely soft voice, her eyes downcast on her interlaced fingers.

Feng Fanghua pondered for a moment, then lifted her chin towards the baby carriage: ”Then feed him quickly, your father has consciously made space for you.”

”Okay!”

Qin Mu nodded, still carrying the child upstairs.

”This child, really! Immature!”

Feng Fanghua shook her head after watching her leave, then looked up to see the maid approaching with food, and started to eat.

”Is the soup ready? Let the young lady drink more of it at noon today.”

Feng Fanghua asked.

”Yes, it is ready! The young mistress is in such a good mood today, she’s sure to have a great appetite.”

”Mhm!”

Feng Fanghua nodded at the maid’s words, thinking to herself that if she were in a bad mood again, then her role as a mother-in-law would be truly worrisome.

And her precious son, could they finally enjoy a peaceful family dinner tonight?

At noon, Qin Mu indeed had a great appetite, drinking two bowls of soup and eating a bowl of rice. Although Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao didn’t say much, they both felt more at ease.

In fact, throughout the recent cold war between the young couple, the old pair had been constantly concerned, always hoping they would reconcile, for without it, both seemed to be wilting away.

In the afternoon, Qin Mu didn’t go to work, staying home holding her computer and editing photos.

Feng Fanghua went to the study, stood there watching her work with a stern face before going behind her to take a look.

Qin Mu’s work had given her a whole new definition of fashion.

And their fashion, it all comes from the hard work of the designers, expressionless.