Qin Mu still couldn’t believe it.
"I’m a businessman, I don’t go easy when it comes to interests. If that piece of land was so good, I’d never allow it, and the Jing Family isn’t as capable as you think to block my businesses."
"Did your parents say something to you again?"
He suddenly stepped forward and asked.
Qin Mu instinctively avoided his gaze, "No! It’s just something I thought of myself."
"The old man from the Jing Family has been retired for many years. Even if he had many connections, as a businessman, they can’t trouble me. As for Jing Xianzong, with the financial and material resources the Mu Family has created for this city today, he wouldn’t dare touch me."
His eyes were so calm and uncompelled, Qin Mu felt like the distance between them was growing ever larger.
"You might as well think of your husband as the sole king of Rongcheng. You don’t have to worry about him getting hurt because of you."
As he said this, his hand rose up, and his fingers gently touched her cheek.
"Hmm, it seems I was overthinking it!"
He laughed too, and his eyes slowly began to shine.
"I’m going to prepare dinner."
He said with a smile, giving her sly look a deep glance before turning and heading to the kitchen.
Qin Mu watched his figure disappear at the kitchen entrance and sighed unconsciously.
Then she turned and walked to the sofa, gently sitting down.
It had been a long time since she had been here, and a long time since she had seen him cook. She looked towards the kitchen but didn’t feel like going over to watch; instead, she quietly sat on the sofa like a well-behaved guest, flipping through a magazine from last month.
She thought, he probably hadn’t been back in a while either.
He seemed to be living at the Mu Family’s house most of the time now, and she heard that he often kept Huanhuan company.
He made soup, and while waiting for the soup, he sat on a single sofa dealing with emails, looking like a queen on the long sofa, supporting her head with her hand and watching him thoughtfully.
Once again, she was captivated by his stunning beauty.
And that men at work, when they calmed down and concentrated, were really damn attractive.
During the meal, she was also very polite. Mu Yichen couldn’t help but raise his eyes and watch her for several seconds before he frowned and said while setting up the bowls and chopsticks, "Do you plan to keep acting with me?"
"We’ve slept together, and we have a daughter, and now you act all polite with me?"
With bewildered almond-shaped eyes, she looked at him for a while before smiling faintly, "Although I thought about drawing boundaries with you, I’m clear in my heart we can’t truly draw them. If I run into trouble, I’ll still need to ask for your help."
"Since you know that, what’s all this for?"
He looked down at her, his hands gently resting on the table, waiting for the host to take the first bite.
Qin Mu instinctively followed his gaze down to herself, then immediately picked up her bowl and chopsticks.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, "In front of me, you don’t have to be so prim and proper because I know what you’re really like, and no matter how polite you are to me, I’ll never be polite to you."
He spoke earnestly, rigorously, and his face was expressionless.
Qin Mu felt like she was being reprimanded like a child.
Then he quite disrespectfully dropped a sentence and stopped paying her any attention.
Dissatisfied, Qin Mu started eating her meal. It had been a long time since she had eaten food cooked by President Mu, and she really missed it.
Moreover, she felt like crying from the first bite but held back, and instead, she laughed.
She used her smile to hide her urge to cry, thinking her acting skills weren’t bad.
"Can you ask your family to bring Huanhuan over? I’ll stay for the night to keep you company!"
"You want to stay with me for the night and yet you want to call for our daughter?"
She suddenly asked while he was cleaning dishes in the kitchen after dinner.
"I’ve already called home."
"Mu Yichen, I knew you’re the best to me, mwa!"
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, raising his hand to rub his brow.
This woman, she’s really going to be the death of him.
The Mu Family wasn’t actually too domineering to keep Huanhuan away from her; they just wouldn’t let Huanhuan live with her anymore. Qin Mu felt the Mu Family was actually saving her effort in this way, so that was why she hadn’t forcibly fought with the Mu Family for Huanhuan.
The elders had many reservations about her, but they acknowledged their granddaughter and treated her very well.
When Mu Yichen finished reading emails and returned to the room, he saw Qin Mu and Huanhuan sprawling on the bed and playing. Huanhuan had been at the daycare for a few days and couldn’t wait to show off her new skills to her mother.