"I think this matter, you and Dad and Grandpa don’t need to worry about, especially since Grandpa and Zhuo Wen’s elders have a good relationship. Let’s not let Grandpa know and be sad. Also, there have been so many conflicts between us two, this should be easy to get through."
"You’re not suggesting Yichen is meeting Zhuo Wen, are you?" Feng Fanghua listened for a while and could only think of this possibility.
"I don’t know about that."
Qin Mu finished speaking and lowered her head again.
She indeed didn’t know about this.
Feng Fanghua frowned; she was genuinely confused.
"Actually, Zhuo Wen and Yichen... the two of them are like siblings, Zhuo Wen is two months older than Yichen. Mumu, are we overthinking this?"
Qin Mu hung her head and nodded: Mmm! Maybe I am overthinking it.
Feng Fanghua knew Qin Mu didn’t believe her, but she herself couldn’t be certain either.
To say Zhuo Wen is interested in Mu Yichen, she has never seen that child express it.
To say Zhuo Wen has no interest in Mu Yichen, yet she feels that the child’s gaze towards Mu Yichen is somewhat different.
Feng Fanghua felt it was necessary to have a talk with her son, but feared her son might not feel the care from other women at all.
After all, that boy had his mind on this girl before his eyes ever since he was a child, he had long forgotten some girls he played with when he was a kid. So, how would he know if other girls liked him?
Feng Fanghua sighed helplessly.
"In the future, if you and Dad don’t particularly want to come out, don’t feel obligated to give us space. Being together as a family, it actually feels better."
Qin Mu said to Mu Chengyang after feeding him.
"Your Dad and I, it’s not just for the two of you. We, you know, have feelings for this place."
Feng Fanghua said, and looked away; every table and chair here held memories of their youth.
Qin Mu could actually see it, this was where they had worked hard before.
The office building has probably changed long ago, but the furniture here remained the same from the past.
"Back when the two of us returned to the country and first started out here, your Dad actually had a lot of girls around him. Once I even saw a girl wiping sweat off him, and he naively thanked her."
"But later I directly fired that girl."
Feng Fanghua said it as a matter of fact.
"Didn’t Dad ask why?"
Qin Mu asked curiously.
"He didn’t wait to ask; the girl went crying to find him. But after learning the truth, he had no choice but to let the girl go. Even said he couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m just amazed by him; thinking about it now, I find it so funny, such a big man, why be so considerate?"
When Feng Fanghua talked about the past, she felt a tinge of jealousy.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh: "Dad is also very considerate towards you now."
"Does he have the nerve not to be good to me? I devoted my youth to him alone, helped him establish his business, bore and raised his children, accompanied him in caring for the elderly and all that comes with it."
Feng Fanghua spoke quickly, but Qin Mu felt as if she was listening to someone’s lifetime.
"Yichen takes after me; he’s not a child who goes around flirting. Mumu, I think you can be at ease about this, I dare guarantee it to you."
Qin Mu acknowledged, now feeling much more relieved.
"If you don’t look at him nicely, starting from today, I won’t bother with him either. We mother and daughter will deal with him together."
Qin Mu laughed: "Please don’t be hard on him."
"No, that won’t do; who made him upset you."
Feng Fanghua clasped her hands together, very serious.
In the afternoon, Mu Yichen still sent Qin Mu a message: "What time are you coming home?"
Qin Mu, who was at Helian Hao’s apartment eating, replied after seeing his message: In the evening.
Mu Yichen had nothing else to say and simply called Qiao Yi and the others; by a little past four, several men gathered in the lounge, drinking.
In the hazy private room, apart from Jing Feng, everyone had a cigarette in hand.
But no one else urged Mu Yichen to look more cheerful.
So, Jiang Zhiyuan suggested, "How about we get a couple of princesses to sing and spice things up?"
Jing Feng glanced up, simply reminding him dryly.
Jiang Zhiyuan found this dull: "What’s the fun in us guys just sitting around here?"
Nothing but smoking and drinking.
Their collective social life was becoming less and less enjoyable.
"Your wedding dates are almost set; how can you be not happy?"
Jing Feng turned his gaze to Mu Yichen as he asked, ignoring Jiang Zhiyuan’s topic.