"Oh my! I’m doing this for your own good! Why do you think I’m doing this, huh? Guaranteed to surprise you."
Qingxin nodded firmly at him, yet Yichen looked at her rather unhappily, "What exactly are you up to?"
After a while, Yichen returned to the bedroom, bringing water to Qin Mu’s bedside, "The temperature is just right!"
Qin Mu leaned against the headboard, sipping water while looking at him, "You seem preoccupied with something."
Yichen finally glanced at her and then casually slid his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants, "What preoccupations could I have? Oh! It’s nothing but Qingxin, that girl, always causing trouble!"
Yichen said this and swept another glance at her.
While Qin Mu continued sipping her tea and watching him, Yichen turned around, casually informing her, "I’m going to freshen up!"
Qin Mu responded slowly, continuing to hold the cup and sip water, lost in thought.
After breakfast, Yichen went off to work. Strangely, Qingxin was also absent.
And there she was, reduced to staying at home to look after the kids, thankfully the housemaid was there to help, so the housemaid was looking after Qingxin’s son while she continued with her drawings.
"Miss Second has been all secretive today."
The housemaid was gently patting the little one, mentioning this in passing.
"Really? I think so too!"
Qin Mu stopped her drawing to reply.
"Yeah! This morning she was mumbling something with the young master in the kitchen, but they came out after only a little while."
Qin Mu just listened, her eyes flickering slightly as she remembered Yichen’s actions this morning, which seemed a bit off?
"Oh well! Maybe it’s just siblings having a little private family chat. They haven’t always been together, but blood is thicker than water, it’s really nice."
The housemaid began to get sentimental on her own, and Qin Mu involuntarily smiled, thinking to herself that it was probably Qingxin teasing Yichen! That girl loves to play pranks on people.
As Qin Mu returned to her drawing and the housemaid took the child behind her to watch, Qin Mu’s hand, holding the pen, moved naturally and freely across the paper, prompting the housemaid to exclaim in admiration without even realizing it.
"Did you study fashion design abroad, Young Mistress? I’ve only heard that you were trained by renowned masters, but we laypeople don’t understand any of it."
As she immersed herself in her design, she hardly had time for anyone else and responded reflexively.
Seeing her so engrossed, the housemaid took the child to the nursery.
Qingxin went to their apartment, bouncing up the stairs.
Sitting down at the desk in the study, she gently pulled out the chair next to her.
The two red marriage certificates were indeed quietly lying inside, Qingxin, feeling as if she had found treasure, held them joyfully in her hands.
"Ha! Why does this feel so thrilling?"
She muttered to herself, then took out her phone to snap a photo of the marriage certificates.
The people in the photo seemed...
Qingxin couldn’t help frowning, "This definitely looks forced! Oh my, my brother really! Well done!"
After taking the photo, Qingxin put their marriage certificates back in the drawer, closed it properly, and left, contacting her friend in the media on the way out.
"Yuanyuan, it’s me! Qingxin! How about a cup of tea together?"
Qingxin wandered around the ground floor, feeling bored, and after making the call, she left the building.
She bumped into Wang Mingyu who was driving back, but Qingxin didn’t recognize him; she only thought he was a good-looking man and then cheerfully walked away.
Wang Mingyu, however, couldn’t help but laugh. He actually had some recollection of that girl.
Qingxin met up with the girl named Yuanyuan at the tea house, Qingxin put her phone in front of her.
"This should be an exclusive, right? No one else has had such solid evidence, have they?"
The girl named Yuanyuan was excited to see the photo on Qingxin’s phone but also appeared to be nervous.
"Do you know that a few days ago, a newspaper made trouble at Qin Mu’s studio and then was put on ice by the newspaper because your brother pulled some strings?"
Although Yuanyuan really wanted the scoop, she was more afraid of jeopardizing her career over this.
"What are you worried about? If I’m giving it to you, it means I have someone’s approval, right?"
Qingxin winked at her.
"What do you mean by that? ’Someone’ implies—"
"Well, I don’t need to say it outright, do I?"
Qingxin gave her a meaningful look again.
"If something goes wrong, you have to protect me!"
The girl said as she took out her own phone.
"Of course! But you must write up this sensational news beautifully for me, can you guarantee that?"