Mu Yichen couldn’t help but give a pensive hum, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose.
When Mu Yichen got back, Qin Mu asked him, "Back so soon, huh?"
"If I’m late, I’m afraid Mrs. Mu will start worrying unnecessarily," he said as he walked over.
"Why does it always feel so surreal?" Qin Mu asked, her long lashes fluttering.
"Do you wish she had stayed?" Mu Yichen asked her, his dark, eagle-like eyes staring intensely at her.
"Am I that foolish?" she retorted sharply, her eyes piercing as she looked back at him.
Mu Yichen reached out to touch her hair, but Qin Mu immediately held his hand in her arms: "Don’t mess with my hair again."
"Then whose hair are you preparing to let touch?" Mu Yichen asked, his gaze drifting from her neck downward, to the place where his palm rested.
Qin Mu quickly let go of his hand: "Hey! Be serious!"
Mu Yichen let out an unconscious sigh: "Finally got through this ordeal! But you owe me a wedding, are you ready to prepare for it?"
"Mm! But we have to get Jian Yan to help fix the wedding dress!" Qin Mu raised her eyebrows, thinking it over before reluctantly admitting the fact.
That evening, as they lay together on a hospital bed, Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh.
In the pitch-black space, his gentle voice was particularly infectious.
"Finally, no more competing with that kid!" he murmured, kissing her warm forehead.
"If Mu Chengyang knew his dad hated him this much... hey, didn’t you go to see him with me just yesterday?" Qin Mu suddenly sat up, turning on the lamp beside her, staring straight at the man in front of her.
Light suddenly flooded the room, and their voices weren’t very loud under the dim lighting.
"So what if I did? He made you suffer so much; do you still expect me to see him?" Mu Yichen questioned.
"Hey! You feel sorry for me, but how can you truly not love your son? I’m getting angry!" Qin Mu huffed, her hands restlessly pinching at him.
"How could I not be angry?" Mu Yichen gritted his teeth as he asked.
"Think about it, I love him so much, how could you not love him?" Qin Mu looked up at him, continuing to be upset.
"I swear! Let’s not have any more children in the future," Mu Yichen declared, cupping her face, looking fragile in the dim light.
He had been so worried these past few days; he put all company matters aside, stayed by her side, wanting only to watch her slowly get better.
Before having their son, she had weighed a hundred jin, but in just the few days after giving birth, her weight had already dropped to eighty-five, given her height...
Mu Yichen had not expected her to be so strong, or so magnificent.
Pregnancy, turned out, could make a woman go through so much hardship.
He couldn’t help but recall the days when she was carrying Mu Chengyang, when Chengyang would squirm around in her belly every day, sometimes kicking her till she cried, but even then, she would scold through tears without ever complaining about the pain.
The moon quietly appeared after midnight.
Two days later, Qin Mu was discharged from the hospital.
Helian Hao had to go to the operating room and didn’t see her off; he just called her: Jing Feng said that Zhuo Wen’s work here had finished a month ago.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao had taken their little one onto the Mu Family’s car and left early.
Qin Mu and Mu Yichen were behind, just stepping out of the hospital when they received such a call from Helian Hao.
Qin Mu suddenly stopped walking, her mind going blank.
Mu Yichen had one arm around her, the other hand pressing down on the hat on her head, afraid that she’d catch a cold.
"But it doesn’t matter now, she’s gone!" Qin Mu said after a moment of thought, continuing to walk forward with Mu Yichen.
"Who’s gone?" Helian Hao asked.
"Zhuo Wen!" Qin Mu replied as she and Mu Yichen got into the car, mentioning it to her in passing.
"Didn’t she move to a hotel from the Mu house? Our department had dinner at AM last night, and I ran into her. Didn’t she move out because her fiancé came over?" Helian Hao emerged from the restroom to his office, asking Qin Mu with confusion.
Zhuo Wen hadn’t left?
"Did she tell you she had left?" Qin Mu...
"I understand! Let’s talk when I’m free!" Qin Mu hung up the phone, then slowly fastened her seat belt.
Mu Yichen turned to look at her, asking before he started the car: "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing!" Qin Mu turned to look at him, giving him a faint smile.
Mu Yichen knew she simply didn’t want to talk about it, so he started the car to head home, not pressing the matter further.
Yet, on the way home, Qin Mu kept thinking about what Helian Hao had said.
It seemed like the bright moon had come out last night after all.