She playfully lifted her hand to poke the corner of his mouth, Mu Yichen yelped in pain first before Qin Mu suddenly burst into laughter.
Qin Mu whispered to him.
"Hmm, which kind? Mine, yours, or the kitchen’s?"
"Pervert, of course it’s boiled water!"
"I’ll go with you to pour it!"
Mu Yichen, supporting her, picked her up, with Qin Mu wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her to the kitchen.
Somehow, he ended up pressing her against something in there.
He had just seemed so gentle and cherishing, but now he was wildly demanding her again.
She had no idea that a mere blink from her could throw his emotions into disarray.
She had no idea what caused his feelings to change so quickly.
It wasn’t the first time he had suddenly become impatient with her, and then all of a sudden, as gentle as water.
Later, she was carried upstairs and gently placed back on the big bed in the room, and this time he didn’t leave, lying beside her, he whispered, "Tomorrow, tell Liu Jingyuan that you can’t design the wedding dress he needs, and if he really needs a reason, just say that your man isn’t happy about it."
Qin Mu barely had the strength to look at him, wanting nothing more than to roll over and sleep.
Mu Yichen hugged her, biting her ear gently, "Did you hear me?"
She mumbled a response, actually hearing but not really hearing.
Work was work, and Liu Jingyuan hadn’t come looking for her since then; now, it was merely a designer-client relationship.
Qin Mu couldn’t figure out where his jealousy was coming from, but it wasn’t important anymore, she had agreed to him first anyway.
Qin Mu thought it shouldn’t be a difficult task.
Mu Yichen, unaware of what she was thinking, saw she was truly tired and didn’t bother her further.
Actually, he was a bit worn out too, but the most pitiful wasn’t him, it was Jiang Zhiyuan.
Jiang Zhiyuan’s leg was crippled, and by now he had probably been sent to the hospital by Zhao Huai.
The night finally quieted down, everything became silent!
He turned again, holding her in his arms.
When two people sleep, turning your back is always chilly, the whole body, even the innermost heart, feels cold.
Only by holding each other does it feel warm.
The next morning when Qin Mu woke up, her throat was terribly uncomfortable, but the person beside her had already gotten up to make breakfast.
She went to her daughter’s room, Huanhuan only awoke after hearing the door open, still reluctant to get up, wriggling in her blanket, then, with a soft and mushy voice asked, "Mommy, good morning!"
"Huanhuan, good morning!"
Qin Mu walked over, first giving her a big good morning kiss by the bed, then got on the bed and snuggled into her blanket.
"How about we sleep in a little longer? Let Daddy eat breakfast downstairs by himself, okay?"
Qin Mu suggested playfully.
Huanhuan shook her head, giggling and refusing.
This girl, still siding with her dad.
Just the thought of Daddy eating alone made her unwilling.
Wondering whether the injury on his mouth had healed or not, Jiang Zhiyuan dared to hit him, and even made his corner of the mouth bleed, Qin Mu thought, next time she saw him she would definitely teach that guy a lesson for daring to bully her Qing Mu’s husband.
Then she got out of bed with her daughter, after all, they had the perfect excuse to meet him.
Later, after she and Huanhuan had washed up and gotten ready, Qin Mu carried Huanhuan downstairs to the dining room, smiling at the sight of him carrying porridge out from the kitchen, "Huanhuan said she wants to join you for breakfast."
"And what about you?"
Mu Yichen, after setting down the porridge, leaned his hands on the edge of the table, gazing straight at her with his dark eyes.
Qin Mu quickly replied, inspired.
Mu Yichen, however, felt she looked incredibly daft in that moment.
So, he pulled out a chair for her and Huanhuan to sit and have breakfast, then went back to the kitchen to get other things.
Huanhuan, watching their antics, couldn’t help but frown, yet she looked adorably cute, with her rosy skin and round, black eyes, impossibly endearing.
"Mommy, do you still like Daddy?"
Huanhuan suddenly asked.
Qin Mu was too scared to speak, nearly petrified.
Just at that moment, Mu Yichen came out of the kitchen and glanced at her upon hearing the question, setting the dish on the table before pulling out his own chair to sit down.
"Mommy, do you like him or not?"
Huanhuan asked again, cutely insistently.
"Hehe, of course I like him, I do!"
Qin Mu nodded, smiling more awkwardly than if she had been crying.
Mu Yichen looked up at her, his dark eyes like bottomless pits, seemingly pulling her in deep.
"Then does Daddy like Mommy?"
Huanhuan then turned to ask her beloved Daddy.