He must have just taken a shower, Qin Mu looked at the man with still damp hair in the video, his cleanliness emanated a crisp freshness, mixed with a bit of youthful vigor and the robust scent of health, and she couldn’t help but laugh, laughing at herself for surely having hallucinations.
She actually felt he was filled with an aura of abstinence.
All she had switched on was a dim floor lamp, yet his dark eyes truly locked onto her slim neck as if screaming to tear her clothes apart.
Unfortunately, while he seemed so close, the screen barrier was something he could never penetrate no matter what.
Dressed comfortably in a silk pajama set tonight, Qin Mu had the seductively eerie feeling of her exposed collarbone, as she held her phone and chuckled unwittingly, then turned the screen toward her daughter: "See that? Are you sure you want to proceed with discussing the topic of taking off clothes with me?"
Zihao, deeply hurt, suddenly sat up; she saw him lower his head for several seconds without another move, then all of a sudden he stood up from the bed: "How about from now on you don’t move, and watch your husband perform, how does that sound?"
Before Qin Mu could speak, her eyes involuntarily widened, because the person in the video was giving a sleepwear stripping performance.
"I’m telling you, it’s okay to take care of him, but leave the personal care to the care workers there, after all, they’re also paid, understand?"
He continued to undress while talking, his gaze particularly sharp as if fearing she wouldn’t remember his words clearly, so he became serious.
Qin Mu didn’t speak, just pretended to watch him calmly.
"There’s no need for me to explain further which details you’re not allowed to take care of, since you’re a smart person, right?"
The way he was looking at her now was rather contemptuous, very annoyed.
Qin Mu licked her dry lips and said with a smile, "You’d better explain a few more things to be sure, otherwise I’m afraid I might carelessly do something you wouldn’t be happy with!"
"You... Qin Mu, I’m telling you, don’t push me too far, or else I’ll chase you to Paris and you won’t see him for the rest of your life, believe it or not?"
He’s still angry? After droning on for so long, Qin Mu couldn’t be bothered with him.
At that moment, when he suddenly stood up, she couldn’t see his face, and after he lay down again, although his hand was aimlessly moving over his abdomen, she finally got a good look at his face and promptly hung up the video call.
The man on the other end of the video who called himself the young master was burning with desire, almost wishing he could pass through the screen to pull her over to the bed.
Too bad he was unable to.
Then, frustrated, he punched the bed.
He refused to believe she hadn’t felt anything just now, imagining in his mind she was also coming to him, and he felt significantly more relaxed in an instant, quickly finding the spot to log on to.
After relieving his frustration, he texted her calmly: "The hospital care workers are very professional, rest assured, okay?"
Qin Mu sent him a three-word reply, then placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to embrace her daughter to sleep.
She didn’t want to continue seeing his messages about this.
Does she look foolish?
She knew better than to hire a male caregiver; there’s a clear distinction between men and women.
Even if it were her own father who got old and was hospitalized in the future...
She suddenly realized she no longer had that blessing; her dear father had his precious Mingzhu, no need for her.
The next morning, after washing up, she went downstairs with Huanhuan to find that Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were not home; the butler told her they had gone hiking and would not be back for a few days.
Qin Mu nodded in thanks and then took Huanhuan to her studio, where she had a few matters to arrange that morning, and the staff were also happy to see Huanhuan again; she then focused on her work.
In the afternoon, mother and daughter drove themselves to the airport, parked the car, and headed straight to the VIP lounge, watching her daughter having a great time made her smile unconsciously.
Qin Mu knew why Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua were not home early in the morning; Mu Zihao wanted to avoid further conflicts with her, and Feng Fanghua was probably protesting in that way.
She was afraid too, fearing their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship might not be good and fall into crisis again.
But what she feared even more was not being there when her master needed her, fearing that she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Actually, it was a very simple matter; her master was having surgery, and she as his disciple just needed to take care of him for two days.
If it were before her marriage, there would be no need for any concerns or to think so much.