But then she established a relationship with Mu Yichen...
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were actually at the café near the airport; when Qin Mu drove to the airport, both of them saw her car.
Feng Fanghua felt a chill in her stomach unconsciously. Mu Zihao saw she was having a hard time digesting the news, so he took out his phone and went to the restroom. Soon, Feng Fanghua’s phone rang.
She looked down and saw the word "brat" flash across the screen, her heart leaped, and she immediately answered the call.
Her son didn’t often call her out of the blue.
However, she still subconsciously glanced in the direction of the restroom, thinking why her husband was taking so long in there when she answered the call, then she heard her beloved son’s voice on the other end.
"Ms. Feng, I saw a nice sheep; is it okay if I buy it for you and Huanhuan to play with?"
Australia isn’t short on sheep, is it?
"Are you trying to hoodwink me? Your dad must have called you, right? Did he tell you to pacify me?"
Feng Fanghua guessed as much right away, still sharp-tongued as ever.
"Nothing gets past Ms. Feng, does it? I told my dad I’m not good at this, but he just wouldn’t believe me."
"Hmph! I can’t be bothered with your matters. If Qin Mu really ends up with her master, then you do whatever you want, just bring my granddaughter back to me, and I’ll thank you."
Feng Fanghua hung up after speaking. That kid actually wanted to buy her a sheep?
There are plenty of sheep in our country, okay?
He only knows how to sweet-talk that woman, but not how to please his own mother, Feng Fanghua thought, growing angrier by the minute.
Mu Zihao came out of the restroom after she finished the call. He didn’t sit down but said: Let’s go; our old buddies are already here, we need to get on the plane too.
Feng Fanghua gave him a glance: You guys go ahead, I’m not going!
She used to be interested in hiking, but now she just wanted to stay home, enjoy the air conditioning, drink bird’s nest soup, watch TV, and gossip with the house staff—that was more comforting than traveling thousands of miles to climb a mountain.
When Mu Zihao heard her say this, he looked down at her. Feng Fanghua picked up her fancy handbag and walked out proudly. Mu Zihao...
If his lady wasn’t going, why would he?
He had to use his phone to let his friends know that he and his wife were canceling the trip.
On the way back, Feng Fanghua said, "When she gets back, if she’s starved my granddaughter a little skinnier, see if I don’t give her a piece of my mind."
Qin Mu and Huanhuan were in first class. Huanhuan was like a little girl flying for the first time, constantly looking outside at first. Then, as the plane took off, her expression suddenly became exaggerated.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, the child’s excitement as if she had never flown before. Those pure, big eyes were filled with childish wonder, and her little mouth moved as if all her hair was standing on end.
"Mommy, the plane is moving!"
Huanhuan suddenly turned her head and exclaimed.
"Then we must sit tight!"
Qin Mu instructed before letting Huanhuan snuggle into her seat.
Huanhuan leaned in, looking out the window as they flew higher and higher, her mood becoming more and more exceptional.
Meanwhile, Qin Mu wondered what it would all be like when she returned.
When they arrived in Paris late at night, Qin Mu didn’t disturb her colleagues or friends. She had someone send the luggage to a taxi and took Huanhuan back to the apartment.
After thanking the driver for moving the luggage to the doorstep and him leaving, she unlocked the door carrying Huanhuan with one arm and dragging the luggage with the other. Once inside, she closed the door and placed Huanhuan on the bed in the bedroom before turning on the air conditioner.
Because she was afraid of Huanhuan catching cold, she didn’t dare to change her completely, but knelt on the bed to help the little girl remove her jacket. After covering her with the blanket, she went to adjust the airflow of the air conditioner.
Having been away for too long, there was only instant noodles left in the kitchen cabinet. Even though she was exhausted from the flight, she couldn’t sleep and boiled a pot of instant noodles for herself. Just as she was about to take a bite, her phone rang.
Picking up the phone from the table, she saw it was from President Mu, and she felt warmed inside: You’re still up this late?
The voice on the other end asked, sounding tired.
"Yep, back at the apartment, Huanhuan’s asleep!"
She mentioned her daughter unconsciously, stirring the noodles with her chopsticks.
"And you? Don’t go to the hospital so late, wait until morning."
Qin Mu knew he was worried about her and sighed softly: I know, you rest early, I’ll eat a little then go to sleep too.
"Didn’t you eat on the plane?"