"Yichen, maybe you pushed her too hard!"
After a long thought, Jing Feng decided to voice out the problem concerning Mu Yichen.
"You should understand her temperament better than anyone else, so when you first pursued her, didn’t I tell you to think it through? But what did you say?"
Jing Feng looked at Mu Yichen, his gaze very restrained.
"Even if it kills me, I must hold on to her."
Mu Yichen could not forget how Jing Feng had advised him more than once to leave Qin Mu, but he stubbornly refused to let go of her.
Actually, Mu Yichen always felt that he was the loneliest person; it was his lonely soul that yearned to entangle with that stubborn girl, Qin Mu.
When Qin Mu and the others returned home, Mu Yichen was not yet back, so Feng Fanghua made a call to him, then told Qin Mu: "You go ahead and put Chengcheng to sleep; he’s out dining with Jing Feng."
"Okay! You guys should rest early too."
Qin Mu nodded, then looked at Huanhuan who had fallen asleep on grandpa’s shoulder. Since she couldn’t manage both, she carried her son, who was still wide-eyed, upstairs.
It wasn’t until after Qin Mu had put Chengcheng to bed and taken a shower that Mu Yichen came back.
Seeing him return, Qin Mu asked, "Why did you suddenly go out for drinks with Jing Feng?"
Mu Yichen ignored her, simply tossing his coat aside and then going to look at his beloved son lying on the bed.
Chengcheng was sleeping soundly; Yichen lay beside him, watching, then raised his hand to gently stroke Chengcheng’s hair.
Qin Mu stood by and watched, guessing that he was probably ignoring her because she had taken the elders out to eat, so she didn’t ask any further questions.
If it had been before, he would have had someone take Chengcheng away, but tonight he didn’t say a word and just lied down next to Chengcheng after his bath and fell asleep.
Qin Mu wondered, were the two of them becoming indifferent towards each other?
But it didn’t matter, she was still making full preparations.
Qin Mu questioned her own heart, though she didn’t dare to look too deeply inside.
She really was timid as a mouse.
She couldn’t help but look at him, but he was turned away from her.
Qin Mu lowered her head to look at Chengcheng, her hand gently caressing his face.
Was Mu Yichen this tender when he was a child?
As the night deepened, it finally became quiet.
Her own breathing seemed undetectable as well.
Gradually, she lost consciousness and slowly fell asleep.
If they woke up tomorrow and were no longer beside each other, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Because, with the current situation, they often did things deliberately to upset each other.
So, in their hearts, they still understood each other and held their own persistence.
It was not yet six in the morning when Feng Fanghua came into their room to take Chengcheng away.
When both of them opened their eyes to find Chengcheng gone, they instinctively sat up and looked around, then looked at each other foolishly.
Once they came to their senses and realized that Chengcheng must have been taken by Feng Fanghua, they lay back down in unison.
Both let out a soft sigh, simultaneously looking towards the same direction on the ceiling, and then drowsiness hit them again.
Qin Mu turned away from him: "I am not going to work this morning; don’t wake me up."
She placed one hand under the pillow and the other by her side, lying on her side with one leg slightly bent upward, then prepared to sleep.
It was the same for Mu Yichen, having only fallen asleep in the middle of the night, feeling weary despite not having done much.
But suddenly, the air between them became subtly different.
Later, not knowing how, as day broke outside, they turned back to each other and embraced.
Groggily, they sought out the warmest body.
Qin Mu had a second of doubt, but then gave up the struggle for the sake of the warm temperature, sleeping in his arms.
Mu Yichen opened his eyes for a moment and felt that the person he was holding was very fragrant.
Without any will to resist, he hugged her and fell back into a sound sleep.
Downstairs, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao left the house with the two kids, instructing the butler before leaving: "Don’t disturb them."
The butler nodded; as servants, they naturally didn’t want to bother their young master and mistress. Those two bickering lovebirds finally hadn’t gotten up all morning, almost wishing they could stay in their room all day.
So, by the time the couple woke up again, it was almost eleven o’clock.
They snuggled together, blinking drowsily, pretending to be calm, and silently gazed into each other’s eyes.
Someone’s heartbeat rhythm went awry.