Xiaomei hadn’t expected Qin Mu to not have any objections at all.
"You won’t know if it’s suitable until you try, and besides, Zhao Huai isn’t actually Mu Yichen’s driver. He just helps out sometimes."
"Then go on a date! Our child is not getting any younger, it’s time for a proper date! Wear your prettiest dress tonight, carry your finest bag, and go have a handsome date!"
Qin Mu raised his hand to touch her hair, doting on Xiaomei like a little sister.
But Xiaomei couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of her mouth after hearing this.
What do you mean, our child is not getting any younger?
"People our age are still in school, okay? You’re the one who got married and had children early. Dare to mock me for not having been in love?"
Xiaomei pouted, but she wasn’t angry. Instead, her face turned red as if she were very shy.
"Hey! Dare I mock you? Your skin is so thick, how could I even make a dent?"
Yet Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh twice, then he touched her head and ruffled her hair.
"Ah! Qinqin, you’re just too bad!"
Xiaomei raised her hand to gently hit Qin Mu’s shoulder.
Since they had arrived at the studio just before eleven, they simply ate lunch at a nearby restaurant and the whole group from the studio walked back together.
Zhang Rujia stood at the entrance of their studio. As the group approached and everyone stopped, Qin Mu and Xiaomei, being in the front, naturally stopped as well.
Zhang Rujia was staring straight at her. Even from a distance, it was evident she was holding a sharp knife.
Subconsciously, Xiaomei moved in front of Qin Mu. Looking down slightly, Qin Mu hadn’t expected Xiaomei to have such courage, yet he didn’t want her to be in front.
Qin Mu pulled Xiaomei behind him, standing in front himself.
Zhang Rujia approached, her drooping hand gripping the sharp knife not aimed at Qin Mu, but instead at someone behind him.
Clenching the dagger tightly, she gave Qin Mu a hate-filled look from afar, grinding her teeth in anger.
Several male colleagues moved beside Qin Mu. Though Zhang Rujia had a dagger, the men, towering over one meter eighty, naturally weren’t afraid of one woman.
"Xiaomei, take Qinqin back to the studio. Leave this to us!"
The designer from Paris at the front was very responsible, giving instructions.
Xiaomei looked up at him, admiration rising within her involuntarily, and she nodded, ready to lead Qin Mu inside.
Qin Mu actually felt Zhang Rujia wouldn’t call her in, and moreover, it wasn’t in her style to disregard her colleagues’ wellbeing.
"I can’t let you take risks for me. I’m not worthy."
"You’re pregnant now, and have you forgotten? I worked as a coach in a martial arts school for two years."
The male colleagues who usually preferred not to be in the limelight were particularly calm and contained at this moment, communicating with Qin Mu in French.
Zhang Rujia didn’t understand what they were saying, so her gaze became a bit frantic.
"But are you sure you can take the knife away from her?" Qin Mu was still worried.
The male colleagues nodded in assurance, their watchful eyes on the middle-aged woman a few meters away, and said to Xiaomei, "Xiaomei! Quick, take Qinqin inside."
Xiaomei feared something might really happen to Qin Mu, especially since she had another life inside her, so she tried to pull her away. However, Zhang Rujia suddenly spoke up.
"Qin Mu, if you go inside now, I’ll die right here at the door of your studio!"
Qin Mu turned to look at her, initially thinking she was there to assassinate her. But now, it seemed she was threatening suicide?