Mu Yichen also leaned against her shoulder watching their sleeping daughter, then whispered in her ear, "Let’s have another little sister for Huanhuan."
For some reason, her heart stirred unintentionally, and even ached a little.
She looked at him subconsciously, her dark, shimmering eyes filled with questions.
He asked her softly, his gaze serious.
She had long wanted children with him, but the question of daughters and sons...
Qin Mu suddenly remembered Feng Fanghua saying she should have another boy for the Mu Family.
"Do you like daughters?"
Fearing she might wake her daughter, and afraid to disturb her own slightly sour heart.
Qin Mu remembered that the last time she had asked him, he’d said he loved both sons and daughters, as long as they were hers, but this time he was very clear about liking daughters.
Suddenly unsure of what to say to him, she turned her face away woodenly, staring at the coffee table in front, her eyes damp with somber flecks.
Mu Yichen watched her the whole time, seeing the evasion in her eyes, the hesitation in her heart, thinking she once again did not want to have children with him, especially since they had had some minor friction recently.
In fact, Qin Mu was pondering whether she should strive to have a son, as she did not want Feng Fanghua to become even more dissatisfied with her.
"Shall I put the princess to sleep first?"
Qin Mu was startled, completely misinterpreting that the "princess" he was referring to wasn’t her.
It took her a moment to realize, "Oh! Okay!" until his gaze upon her made her scalp tingle.
Mu Yichen sighed softly and lifted Huanhuan from her arms.
After handing Huanhuan to him, Qin Mu watched his back as he carried Huanhuan upstairs, unintentionally thinking back to their time in Paris.
Back then, when they were so young...
Sometimes, when he was happy, he would call her his princess, his forever princess.
Never did she expect that the title of princess had been transferred to someone else!
Qin Mu couldn’t help but chuckle unconsciously, though tinged with sadness.
Later, when they were both lying in bed, Qin Mu instinctively held him, and Mu Yichen, startled by her sudden closeness, simply lifted his arm and then gently laid it back down.
"Nothing! Just a bit cold, wanted to hold you."
The warm breeze in the room blew gently as he held the woman in his arms, feeling as if she was under a great deal of pressure, then teasingly mentioned, "Didn’t you say you had some scores to settle with me the other day?"
Qin Mu paused, "You dare to bring that up?"
Seeing her finally show some spirit, he couldn’t help but laugh, "I just sent Secretary Xi to assist with Jian’s care."
Qin Mu struggled to lift her head to glare at him, fuming at his words.
He had the nerve to say it so calmly, so matter-of-factly.
Was this not an outright provocation?
Did he think she couldn’t fight back against him?
"No one but me is allowed to take care of you so intimately, not even your own father."
"He doesn’t need my care. But have you ever considered how Jian Yan and Secretary Xi feel about this? Letting two strangers come into such close physical contact. Do you think that’s right? Have you considered Jian Yan’s feelings, and Secretary Xi’s?"
Qin Mu finally managed to slide her head out from under his palm and looked up at him angrily, her bright and shining eyes gazing fiercely at him, and she slapped him hard.
"Ah, are you trying to kill me? Could you bear it?"
"Do you think I couldn’t?"
Mu Yichen caught her wrist as she tried to hit him again, looking at her incredulously, like a big boy.
"Stop hitting, Secretary Xi was very willing to serve him."
As Qin Mu attempted to strike him with her other hand, he caught that one too, her body twisted awkwardly as she faced him, not understanding him even after his explanation.
"Secretary Xi really likes Jian Yan’s design style and got the highest annual bonus in the whole office building."
Is money truly omnipotent?
If it were her, would she also care for a stranger she somewhat admired, just for the money?
No, perhaps just for the money, she would do it.
After giving birth to Huanhuan and spending a few days in the hospital, she would sometimes leave the ward and find herself idly standing there, watching the caregivers attend to various patients. She wondered if her designs were not recognized, if she had to struggle in her industry, and if circumstances became dire, what would she do for Huanhuan?
The answer was, for Huanhuan, she could care for those immobile patients in their beds, she could do all kinds of menial tasks. Having given birth to Huanhuan, she thought, no matter how downtrodden, she must ensure her daughter was well-fed, clothed warmly, and strive to give her daughter a better life.