Mu Yichen also looked up but only gazed at the steaming cup of milk tea in her hand.
"I don’t need it, give it to Miss Qin. Besides, since you seem to have so much free time, why not make one for everyone?"
President Mu lowered his eyes, his reminder cold and indifferent.
Qin Mu’s keen eyes quietly fell as doubt rose in her heart, yet she turned back to her work.
Yang Qianxi looked somewhat troubled as she glanced at the milk tea in her hand and then turned to look at Qin Mu, her expression filled with disappointment and difficulty.
"I don’t need it either, you drink it yourself!"
Qin Mu’s indifferent reply came as she buried herself back in her work.
Holding the milk tea, it suddenly seemed to her like a hot potato, unsure of how to deal with it. Looking at how everyone was looking at her, she almost burst into tears of grievance.
Yang Qianxi wondered why everyone turned so cold towards her just because she made a cup of milk tea for Mu Yichen. Wasn’t she just trying to show her support because the big boss was staying overtime with them?
But now, everyone looked at her as if she had committed a crime. Recalling the ostracism she faced when she first came here, she felt a wave of panic.
Later, Mu Yichen found an unoccupied sofa, casually moved the clothes aside, leaned back comfortably, and fixed his gaze on Qin Mu’s face as she worked. He couldn’t help but smile, pulling out his phone to take a photo of her.
When everyone was so tired they were nearly paralyzed, Qin Mu looked up and saw Mu Yichen sleeping on the couch. Her heart stirred. As she tried to sit up straight, she suddenly heard her back and joints crackling, her neck so stiff it took a while to lift, and she had to rub it forcefully with one hand.
She glanced at her watch; it was three o’clock in the middle of the night. She couldn’t help but call it a night: "It’s late, everyone go to sleep. Have an early lunch tomorrow, then come back here to gather."
Realizing that they had almost finished their work and needed to be fresh for tomorrow, everyone put aside their tasks and left.
Qin Mu sat down next to Mu Yichen on the sofa, which was still cluttered with fabrics and discarded clothes. She turned her head slightly, and Mu Yichen conveniently rested his head on her shoulder.
Qin Mu dared not move, but a rare expression finally crossed her usually stiff face.
She couldn’t help smiling faintly, Qin Mu lowered her gaze to the ring on her finger, her eyes suddenly sharp. Thinking back to Yang Qianxi, and having neglected her until she looked up and saw Yang Qianxi cleaning, Qin Mu’s heart softened.
"Qianxi, you should go back too!"
Qin Mu said with a weak voice.
"What about you guys?"
Yang Qianxi was sweeping the floor and turned to look at the man and woman when she heard Qin Mu— him leaning on her shoulder asleep, her looking somewhat tired but still composed.
"We’ll be heading back in a bit,"
Qin Mu said softly, smiling at her.
"Alright then, take it slow on your way back."
Yang Qianxi said as she placed the broom aside gently, then took her coat from the hook by the door and left. When she reached the door, she couldn’t help looking back. At that moment, Qin Mu was already facing sideways, focused once again on Mu Yichen, gently tapping his nose with her finger.
Yang Qianxi felt her heart stir, a sting in her chest as if compelled by a thorn.
Deep into the night, Qin Mu intended to wake him so they could drive back together, but somehow, she ended up lying with him on the not-so-large sofa.
Late into the night, the whole house quieted down, two people lying inside, one of them unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Qin Mu knew in her heart, Yang Qianxi couldn’t stay. This woman had taken a liking to her husband, that look of a young girl adoring a grown man, seemingly harmless but in reality a potential threat if she allowed Yang Qianxi to stay around.
If Jing Qing was her rival, then Yang Qianxi would become her greatest hidden danger if she continued to linger.
Since she abides by the principle of doubting those unworthy of trust, and having already given a chance that led to issues, she couldn’t continue playing the good person.
A bit later, Qin Mu suddenly felt chilly and burrowed forcefully into his embrace, barely opening her eyes and seeing the dimly lit sky before realizing she was outside and being held by Mu Yichen.
Battling the mercilessly cold wind, she couldn’t help but sniffle.