"Mm! Basically, everything needed is already in hand, and Zhao Yan is in charge of wrapping things up."
Mu Zihao nodded while listening, his expression also a bit somber, "Our family’s pharmaceutical factory has been around for a good number of years, no matter how successful you are in other ventures in the future, but you must promise Dad, you can’t abandon this pharmaceutical factory."
"You’ve said this at least two hundred times, if not three hundred."
Mu Yichen replied seriously.
"Hmph, when I wanted you to join the military, you went off to do business instead, and now you have the nerve to order your son around?"
The old master’s head full of white hair, his criticism came with no softness in his voice.
Mu Zihao was conversing with his son, and upon hearing his father bring up the past, he immediately objected, "Dad, how many years ago was that?"
"Hmph! Why does the Jing Family want to outdo you at every turn, isn’t it because you’re in business and he’s in politics? If back then you had taken the path I laid out for you like his son did, you both wouldn’t be so far apart today, would he dare show you any disrespect?"
A bit of liverache surged within the old master at the thought of the past events.
"Dad, everyone has their own path they want to take, I..."
Mu Zihao suddenly realized that what he was saying resembled exactly what the old master had said to Feng Fanghua just moments ago, and he suddenly closed his mouth.
The old master raised his eyebrows as if he were watching a drama unfold.
Mu Yichen also raised his eyebrows, suppressing a smile as he watched his father, thinking that he would have to be more careful with his words in the future to avoid ending up like his dear dad.
Later, Mu Yichen received a WeChat message from Jian Yan asking, "Got home?"
Jian Yan did not send a message to Qin Mu, but to Mu Yichen instead, which both surprised and relaxed him a bit.
That night, Qin Mu had a dream. She dreamt that she woke up on a boat, the sea so calm it was like the quiet before a tsunami.
Only when she opened her eyes and saw his warm chest did she gently snuggle into it, "What time is it?"
"Half-past ten in the evening! Are you hungry?"
Mu Yichen looked down at her, while Qin Mu wrapped her arms around his waist, "Just let me hold you for a while."
She knew he wanted to go get something for her to eat, but she could tolerate being hungry for now; she didn’t want to endure being alone. She wanted to hold him and to feel his presence.
"Mu Yichen, should we name the baby or leave it to our parents and grandfather?"
Mu Yichen replied softly. In truth, he had already thought of several names, but he guessed that the elders had their ideas too.
"How about the elders give the proper name, and we come up with a nickname, would that be good?"
Qin Mu asked him softly.
"Mm! It can’t be Lele, right? Qiao Yi has a dog named Lele!"
Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed slightly, speaking somewhat irreverently but actually quite seriously.
Qin Mu looked up at him, nearly unable to restrain her laughter, if not for the warmth in his deep eyes that touched her heart.
In the evening, the kitchen had prepared an incredibly expensive nourishing soup for her, but the moment Mu Yichen lifted the lid, she immediately felt like throwing up, covering her mouth to hold back the sensation of nausea as she looked at him with watery, pleading eyes.
Mu Yichen’s brow furrowed, a look of disdain on his face, but...
Qin Mu didn’t know how she managed to gulp down that bowl of soup. It looked deceivingly soft and tender, but it was truly horrendous to drink.
So much so that after she drank it, she ran to the restroom and threw up twice the amount.
Qin Mu thought of the airplane meal she had eaten and really felt it was a waste.
When she came out of the restroom, Mu Yichen was already waiting for her with a cup of boiled water. The water looked very pretty in the clean glass.
Touched by his considerate gesture, she took the cup of water and quickly took a sip.
"In a bit, I’ll take a bowl to Mom and Dad’s room and let the two old folks have a taste," Mu Yichen murmured, his eyes deep.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh twice, "Why are you so bad?"
"Would you love me this much if I weren’t bad?"
"Who said I loved you?"
She said and was about to walk forward.
Her body was blocked, and Mu Yichen instantly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back, his dark eyes looking down at her slightly reddened face, "Do you love me or not?"
Mu Yichen was so irritated his teeth itched, but he couldn’t hit her. He could only lower his head and bite her shoulder through her clothes, making her wince with pain. However, she didn’t cry out, and the smile on her face couldn’t be suppressed.
"Do you love me or not?"
He kissed her neck, and he couldn’t help but ask again for some reason.
It was as if at that moment, a devil in his heart was urging him to confirm her feelings, as if without her saying it out loud, his heart would not be at ease.
Something seemed to have hit Qin Mu’s heart hard, probably a fist. It ached dully.
"What are you two doing?"
Feng Fanghua came out for a drink and saw them hugging inappropriately and asked.
Qin Mu was still holding a cup in her hand and, startled, the water in the cup swished around.
Feng Fanghua looked down and went to the kitchen, muttering, "It’s this late, do whatever you need to in your own room."
"You go back to your room first, I’m going to help Mom with the soup!"
The topic was thus interrupted by Feng Fanghua. Mu Yichen frowned as he watched Feng Fanghua’s retreating figure, then looked down at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu whispered a reminder, then went upstairs first.
Feng Fanghua also frowned when she smelled something in the kitchen.
"Isn’t it the nourishing soup you asked the kitchen to stew tonight? Just now, Mumu vomited twice after drinking it."
Mu Yichen said, and then picked up another bowl as he spoke.
"You’re going to drink it?"
Feng Fanghua sipped her water, looking at her son ladle out more soup.
"No, this is for you and Dad. Pregnant women can’t drink it, but we shouldn’t waste it. I heard it’s quite expensive, right? You’ve always been frugal."
Feng Fanghua went back to her room chuckling, "Old Mu, your son has come to honor you!"
Mu Zihao was wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper on the bed. He took off his glasses when he heard that, showing a satisfied expression, "Let’s see what you’ve brought me. I’m a bit hungry."
Feng Fanghua laughed mischievously, got into bed, and leaned against the headboard.
Mu Yichen walked over to Mu Zihao and handed him the bowl.
Mu Zihao stretched his neck to look at it and immediately sat back down after smelling it, "Isn’t this what your mom bought for Mumu?"
"But she vomits just from smelling it now, and you’re not pregnant, so don’t waste it. Go on."
The next evening, Qin Mu was at the apartment with Huanhuan waiting for Mu Yichen to come back and cook, but he was unexpectedly detained due to social obligations and couldn’t return, so mother and daughter ended up cooking a bowl of noodles for themselves. Huanhuan looked very disdainful as she watched her mother, only begrudgingly accepting the bowl of noodles upon seeing her mother’s crestfallen expression.
But it was past ten o’clock in the evening and Mu Yichen still hadn’t come home. After putting Huanhuan to sleep, Qin Mu went downstairs, took out her phone, and called Helian Hao, "Xiaohao, is Jing Feng with you?"