That night, President Mu had succumbed to his wife’s tender advances, despite his initial anger.
"Boss, Qinqin is pregnant!"
On that day, Jian Yan received a call from Xiaomei, who still ended up telling him about Qin Mu’s pregnancy.
His rational first reaction was to find Qin Mu’s number, call her, and tell her not to come over; but after only two seconds, he put down the phone.
Because he knew all too well, they needed such a legitimate reason just to see each other—one meeting he had been longing for far too long.
The sunlight fell on his somewhat slender back as he silently gazed at the lush scenery outside the window.
Not long after, he picked up the phone to call Qin Mu again, but this time it was Mu Yichen who answered.
Qin Mu wasn’t feeling well and hadn’t gone to the studio; Mu Yichen was taking care of her at home. While tidying up the room, he saw her phone ringing and answered it for her.
"President Mu? Where’s my apprentice?"
Jian Yan’s heart tightened at first, then relaxed as he asked.
"Your apprentice is drawing downstairs, is there something you need?"
Mu Yichen’s sharp gaze fell on a piece of underwear beneath a cup; having looked for it for a while, he finally found it, went around to pick it up, and put it in the laundry basket while continuing to talk to Jian Yan.
"She didn’t go to the studio today?"
Jian Yan asked again.
"Yes, she’s pregnant!"
Mu Yichen thought about it and decided to be direct.
As he expected, there was silence on the other end for a few seconds, followed by a voice saying, "Congratulations, take good care of her."
"The day after tomorrow, I will go to Paris with her."
Mu Yichen later pinched the bridge of his nose, standing by the window while talking on the phone.
Jian Yan chuckled and asked.
"Indeed, I am worried, especially since Jian Yan is no ordinary figure."
Mu Yichen teased in response.
"Thanks for the high regard; you can be at ease!"
Jian Yan certainly didn’t want to see Mu Yichen, but there wasn’t a way to stop it.
"I’d rather keep an eye on things myself to be reassured."
"Alright then, you’re welcome to come!"
Jian Yan had nothing else to say, and the two swiftly ended the call, as the conversation was not particularly engaging.
Afterward, Mu Yichen took the phone downstairs and, sitting next to her, told her, "Jian Yan just called you."
Qin Mu looked up at him, her pen gently resting on the drawing paper.
"I told him you’re pregnant and that I would accompany you to Paris."
Qin Mu didn’t find anything amiss and just hummed in acknowledgment.
"He seemed a bit unhappy! Do you want to call him back?"
Qin Mu looked into his dark eyes and wondered, call Jian Yan back? She feared President Mu would chop her to pieces.
"Hehe, no need! My master is probably busy with something else."
Qin Mu shook her head in response.
"Okay! You continue with your work; I’ll go cut some fruit for you."
Mu Yichen was quite satisfied with her response and stood up to go to the kitchen to cut fruit for her.
Qin Mu was scared but thought it was a good thing she had responded that way.
Otherwise, President Mu would certainly get angry and then question her loyalty again.
Alright, she was as loyal to her Yichen as Xiaomei was to hers.
Feng Fanghua heard they were taking Huanhuan to Paris and immediately refused, "You two are going, so why take my granddaughter with you? I disagree!"
"Then you ask Huanhuan’s opinion. If she’s willing to stay home with you, that’s fine too."
Mu Yichen and Qin Mu mentioned going to Paris to the Mu Family when they picked up Huanhuan that evening, which was met with strong opposition from Feng Fanghua.
Feng Fanghua immediately looked toward her granddaughter playing nearby, then walked toward her parents, looking as though she was afraid of saddening her grandma, yet she resolutely leaned on her parents’ side.
"I don’t care what she says, she’s so young, what does she know? You two will be busy in Paris, who will take care of her?"
Feng Fanghua continued to argue stubbornly.
"I’ll take care of her in Paris just as I do here."
She knew her son was stubborn, but she couldn’t help but feel anxious thinking of him taking care of the older and the younger ones.
"Can you manage? Taking care of your wife, your business, and still have time for Huanhuan?"
Qin Mu, listening to Feng Fanghua speak, always felt like a burden.
But when she thought about how willing Mu Yichen was to be with her, she felt like a fortunate burden.
"Anyway, I disagree!"
Feng Fanghua stubbornly looked away from him.
When the two of them returned from a trip outdoors, they arrived home to find everyone in the living room apparently of differing opinions on something. After sitting down, the old man asked, "What’s going on? Is everyone upset?"