But she was just quietly excited, from her gaze to her very soul, yet she wouldn’t jump for joy.
"This uncle must be almost sixty this year, right? But even after so many years, he still has such a good figure."
Qingxin also pressed her chest, and at that moment, she lowered her voice as if these mature male actors, despite their age, deserved even more respect.
"Don’t know how old he is, but every character he interprets, no matter what identity, is done to perfection."
Qin Mu whispered, with two male stars over forty coming on stage next, but their applause was not as loud as the previous one.
"Suddenly I thought of someone!"
Qingxin turned to look at Qin Mu, and when Qin Mu told her not to speak, she closed her mouth.
"But, wasn’t she sent abroad by the Jing Family?"
Qingxin still couldn’t help but ask afterward.
"She couldn’t possibly be really dead, could she? If she were really gone, would the Jing Family let Jing Feng and Helian Hao have their wedding so soon? It just doesn’t fit the old man of the Jing Family’s character."
Qingxin muttered to herself.
Yichen was walking indifferently inside, pondering certain things after hearing his sister’s comment.
Even Qingxin could notice such things.
He looked up and saw the displeased expression on Qin Mu’s face and suddenly felt that this little sister of his was truly...
Qingxin looked over at Qin Mu and then suddenly stopped talking.
Yichen walked over to Qin Mu, took her hand, and helped her stand up from the couch.
"You two are going to bed so early?"
"If we’re not sleeping, should we stay here and listen to you ramble?"
Yichen looked at her with a slight reprimand in his eyes.
Qingxin had to close her mouth and say no more. Yichen led Qin Mu upstairs, and only after leaving the couch did Qin Mu snap back to reality, turning her head to Qingxin and saying, "Qingxin, we’re going to rest first!"
Qingxin acknowledged, then upon realizing Qin Mu was back to her senses, she couldn’t help but let out a wordless laugh, thinking: "This girl really is..."
However, the blow Jing Qing dealt seemed quite significant to Qin Mu; after some reflection, Qingxin felt she really knew too little about the art of speaking.
She then took a few photos of her favorite male actors and posted them on her social media. Yes, it was to make sure a certain someone would see them.
Qin Mu didn’t go to work for two consecutive days, and on the third day, as soon as she arrived at the studio, she saw the blue-and-white porcelain vase worth millions, gifted by Yichen, filled with lovely starflowers.
Xiaomei stood at her office door and said, "Li Yu had the flower shop send them, I put the card on the side for you."
Xiaomei left to get busy with other things, and Qin Mu, standing behind her desk, picked up the card and glanced at it.
Just two words were written, signed by Li Yu.
Li Yu’s handwriting was actually quite good; he must have practiced especially hard.
Qin Mu put the card aside, then played with the flowers a bit, in quite a good mood.
Later, she didn’t get much work done and went downstairs to see her colleagues drawing, taking the opportunity to have a chat with them. The morning passed quickly.
In the afternoon, Li Yu called her, "Miss Qin, did you see the flowers?"
"I saw them, thank you."
Qin Mu liked to express her feelings simply.
"I’m glad Miss Qin likes them! They’re not any valuable species, but Miss Qin isn’t the type of vulgar person."
Li Yu stood in his lounge, looking out the misty window as he spoke to her.
"Actually, I’m just an ordinary person!"
"If Miss Qin is ordinary, then wouldn’t everyone in the world be unbearably vulgar! I have to go to an event later, but when I’m free, I hope to invite Miss Qin for a meal."
"Actually, you can call me Mrs. Mu; I’m fine with that, too."
Qin Mu added after a moment’s thought, providing a reminder.
"In the studio, you’re Miss Qin, there’s no Mrs. Mu, right? I have to go, bye!"
Li Yu promptly ended the call after speaking, let out a long sigh, and then continued staring down from the building.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but frown unconsciously.
Before, she truly would have been unhappy if someone called her Mrs. Mu, but now, hearing people insist on calling her Miss Qin, she actually found it headache-inducing.
At noon, Xiaomei was forcibly kept by her to share the pregnancy meal that AM had brought; the rest went out to eat more flavorful food, and the two were chatting in the dining room when suddenly they heard someone else approaching from behind.
The two stopped talking and turned their heads to look in that direction.
Jian Yan, dressed in black trousers and a light blue shirt, stood there, smiling gently at them.
Xiaomei mumbled, unable to move for a long time.
It was indeed like a dream!
Jian Yan’s eyes gazed at the expression on Qin Mu’s face, then slowly shifted downward.
Qin Mu slowly stood up, but her abdomen had already started to show.
Jian Yan slightly smiled and then approached, "Sit down, why are you standing up? It’s so inconvenient."
As he spoke, he took the initiative to pull out a chair, "Can I have a bowl of the rice?"
He addressed Xiaomei with this question, who immediately took out another bowl, and the three of them shared the rice meal.
Since the hotel worried about them having many people for the meal, they always gave them two extra sets of utensils. As Xiaomei was serving him the rice, Jian Yan’s gaze returned to Qin Mu.
"You seem to have become haggard recently."
His voice was very low.
"You don’t know, she just got over an illness, and today is her first day back at work," Xiaomei said casually while serving the rice to Jian Yan.
"Illness? What happened?"
Jian Yan’s eyebrows furrowed anxiously.
"It was just a slight fever, it got better in a day, but Mu Yichen wanted me to rest at home for a couple more days. Why did you come over so suddenly without calling so we could pick you up?"
"I came on a business trip, was passing by and decided to drop in to see you all. My flight back is at four in the afternoon."
He looked elegant as he said those words and then began eating his meal with chopsticks.
Xiaomei asked him, surprised.
Jian Yan said and continued eating gracefully.
He evidently wasn’t able to eat much.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but look at him several times, before stopping herself from speaking.
Xiaomei watched Jian Yan eat and felt worried; ever since his surgery, he seemed to always eat very little and very delicately.
After the meal, Xiaomei immediately went to grind some coffee for Jian Yan, knowing his taste, and considering she hadn’t taken care of him in a long time, Xiaomei was especially diligent in making the cup.
Outside the upstairs office door, Xiaomei stood poised to push the door open directly, but then she paused, thinking.
A man’s gentle voice was heard from inside.
"Just take a look at your wedding dress, there are only some small details left."
It was already shaped on a mannequin; Qin Mu looked at it and simply nodded, "Very nice."
Xiaomei raised her hand to knock on the door, knowing that Jian Yan would do his utmost for Qin Mu.
Qin Mu said, turning her head to the door.
Xiaomei entered and saw Jian Yan sitting in Qin Mu’s office chair, while Qin Mu sat in the outside chair, but both of them were leaning towards each other.
"What’s going on? Since when do you need to knock to enter my office?"
Qin Mu asked, seeing the discomfort on Xiaomei’s face.
"Well, because the big boss is here!"
Xiaomei said softly, placing the coffee in front of Jian Yan.
Just by the smell, one could tell it was Jian Yan’s preference.
Jian Yan looked up slightly at Xiaomei upon hearing her words, the corners of his mouth curling up faintly, but his eyes bore no excess emotion.