His head was aching, but he knew he was really bad.
He wanted to be even badder, to make her only dare to nod at him.
Later, as Qin Mu lay in bed, he turned his gaze to her in the dim light, which was just bright enough for Qin Mu to see his clearly defined features and the warmth of his facial contours highlighted by the light.
Such a handsome man, if only his temper were a little better, there really wouldn’t be much to criticize.
Outside, a light rain was falling, and the humidity in the room was quite nice as she listened to the sound of the air conditioner blowing.
The door was gently pushed open, then forcefully closed.
Qin Mu’s face suddenly heated up, hearing Huanhuan’s calls from outside the door.
Probably the whole building heard it, right?
When exactly did that little girl start to understand so much?
He muttered lowly, "She’ll surely be as intractable as you when she grows up."
Later, after the two of them went downstairs and saw Huanhuan, Qin Mu still couldn’t resist calling Huanhuan over to her side.
"Huanhuan, Mommy thinks maybe you really have grown up, but you need to know that there are some things children shouldn’t say."
Qin Mu was very serious, holding Huanshuan’s hand with both of hers, articulating each word clearly to Huanhuan.
"Mommie, have I grown up or not? Why do you say I’m grown up, and yet also call me a child?"
Huanhuan was also very serious, quibbling with her mom.
Qin Mu nearly spewed out a mouthful of blood. Was this really her own daughter? But she wasn’t this venomous with her words, so whom could the girl take after?
Qin Mu thought about it, then suddenly turned her head to look at the man standing beside her. Mu Yichen was also frowning, obviously taken aback by his daughter’s words.
He had no idea that Qin Mu was blaming him.
"Young master, young mistress, dinner is ready!"
The aunt came out from inside, Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua had actually gone to the dining room earlier.
The two listened to the dinner call and then took Huanhuan to the dining room; along the way, both were thinking about how to educate their daughter properly.
However, Mu Yichen was not too worried. After all, children will grow up, and in the future, they will know even more. Who knows what kinds of things might come out of this girl’s mouth.
As for Qin Mu, her mind was full of how to educate her daughter, and after having breakfast, she immediately returned to the study. She was supposed to rest at home on the weekend but could only think about her daughter.
Mu Yichen was upstairs reading the newspaper by himself, taking care of his son.
Today, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao had taken only their granddaughter out, leaving the little one at home for the young couple to look after.
When there was a stir in the baby carriage, he lifted his eyes and then leaned in to check on the little one in the carriage.
Had this little guy gotten hungry again so soon after eating?
"Auntie! Please prepare some formula milk for Mu Chengyang."
The aunt was cleaning the windows, and when she heard his command, she looked back at him: "But it’s only been an hour."
"Then what’s wrong with him?"
He kept fidgeting non-stop.
The aunt walked over, took a look, and then smiled: "My hands are dirty now and not very convenient; it looks like he has peed. You should change Chengcheng’s diaper."
Mu Yichen turned his gaze to the aunt; his dark hawk-like eyes were icy, as if saying: "You must be joking, right?"
Then he looked at the aunt’s gloved hands holding a rag and had no choice but to put the newspaper down.
It wasn’t pee; it was poop.
When Mu Yichen opened the diaper, he almost vomited, thinking how could this kid’s poop smell so bad?
However, changing diapers was actually something he wasn’t very familiar with. It had always been the elders taking care of it, and even when they were not around, Qin Mu was quite adept at it.
Thinking of Qin Mu, he immediately took out his cell phone.
The person upstairs researching daughter education upon hearing the phone ring beside them took a casual glance, saw that it was Mu Yichen, continued to stare at the computer, and casually answered the phone: "What’s up?"
"Come down for a moment, your son has pooped."
"Your son has pooped!"
He pinched his nose, nearly suffocated by the stench.
One hand held Chengcheng’s two chubby legs, not daring to let them go, because letting go now would only make more of a mess.
Qin Mu, after listening, glanced at the phone, thinking so you were at home.
She placed the phone aside and continued to look at the hard-earned information she had found.
Mu Yichen couldn’t wait for her, so he had to change Mu Chengyang’s diaper by himself.
The aunt watched from the side, thinking Chengcheng would be uncomfortable and cry, but instead, Chengcheng seemed quite happy, letting Mu Yichen fuss over him.
Later, Mu Yichen stopped being squeamish, and moreover, did quite well.
The aunt looked on approvingly: "I didn’t expect you’d be quite a quick learner."