He held a big bouquet of roses in his hands, his tall stature leaning against the car, his dark eagle eyes fixedly watching her come out of the car.
After Qin Mu came out, she glanced at him across the car then quietly shifted her gaze away, looking towards what was in his arms, then walked around the front of the car with her bag on her back.
The setting sun was infinitely beautiful, and the weather was not too stifling. They stood at just the right distance from each other.
When Qin Mu took the flowers, Mu Yichen bent down to take her bag, but his dark eyes kept watching where her gaze lingered.
"Not bad, but not as fresh as in the morning."
Qin Mu gently plucked a petal, twirling it as she looked in the direction of the setting sun, then tossed the petal away and turned to walk inside.
The red petal dazzled in the sunlight, stunningly beautiful.
She dared not linger and walked briskly inside.
Mu Yichen gave a helpless chuckle, not as fresh as this morning?
He had put so much effort into picking these fine roses.
Roses symbolize love, yet she still found fault with them.
This woman really is...
Mu Yichen put his hands behind his back, holding her bag and slowly followed her.
But his expensive head was bowed, step by step, slowly, as if walking exactly where she had stepped.
Qin Mu returned to the room with the flowers. The old couple hadn’t come back from picking up Huanhuan, so Qin Mu handed the flowers to the maid as she played with her son, "Please help me put these in the study."
Qin Mu gave the instruction.
The maid nodded, taking the flowers with one hand while Qin Mu just then scooped Chengcheng into her arms.
"By the way, madam, the lady said over the phone she won’t be coming home tonight, she is at the pharmaceutical factory."
The maid remembered the important news.
"Okay!" Qin Mu agreed and cradled Chengcheng in her arms.
The little fellow, upon seeing her, stretched out his arms happily, patting her shoulder and accidentally hit her face.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but close her eyes, almost poked in the eye.
Mu Yichen hurried over: "How could you be so careless?"
Qin Mu, seeing his suddenly stern expression, curiously looked at him and asked.
Mu Yichen took Chengcheng and put him into a nearby stroller, then pulled her hand towards the restroom on the first floor.
Not deep, just the kind you would notice at a glance.
But his expression was very grave.
"It’s nothing! Chengcheng was just too happy!"
She hadn’t felt much pain at the moment, so she didn’t think it would leave a mark.
Mu Yichen washed his hands, his slightly cool fingers gently wiping the injured spot.
Qin Mu didn’t dare move, but because of his sudden closeness, her nose suddenly felt a bit sour.
It was always , suddenly distant, then suddenly so close.
Qin Mu thought, would one day she go mad from his torment?
After all, he had quite a knack for tormenting people.
She held her breath, letting his fingertips caress the injured spot, her eyes and brows downcast.
Mu Yichen, seeing it was not a big deal, wanted to apply a band-aid, but fearing that doing it now might hinder the healing, he didn’t apply it and said, "Be careful not to apply skin care products here for now."
Qin Mu agreed, but her voice was silent.
Mu Yichen then lowered his gaze, seeing her slightly reddened face.
His fingers traced her cheekbone down to her chin, pinching lightly and lifting slightly.
"Why are you keeping your head down?"
Qin Mu had a few retorts in mind, but ultimately she said none of them.
He had not been speaking properly to her these past few days.
The things she was doing were all opposed by him.
Mu Yichen suddenly felt like kissing her, as if it had been several days since they last kissed.
But just as he was about to do so, she suddenly dodged backwards.
Mu Yichen’s hands suddenly lost her warmth, as Qin Mu escaped from beside him.
And Mu Yichen stood dazed in the restroom, unmoving for a long time.
This woman really is very disobedient!
He had hoped for a dinner just for the two of them, but the kitchen had also prepared food for Chengcheng, and although the maid offered to help feed, Qin Mu didn’t allow it.
Actually, Qin Mu had no appetite; she had drunk two cups of coffee in the afternoon which hadn’t digested yet, and looking at him, she suddenly didn’t know how to swallow.
It wasn’t dislike! It was the lack of a method to respond.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao indeed hadn’t brought Huanhuan back; Huanhuan was super happy there.
Qin Mu thought of their cozy little home in the pharmaceutical factory and couldn’t help feeling a bit envious.
Would their apartment be their cozy little home in the future?
Or, do they not have a future at all?
At night, naturally, she was cuddling Chengcheng to sleep, while Mu Yichen lay on the sofa scrolling through his phone.