Mo Yunchen nodded faintly and waved for the two to leave. His gaze had never left Qin Qin’s side, watching her gently feed their daughter with tender lips, a scene he could never tire of.
Qin Qin focused on feeding her daughter, looking at her tiny face with eyes as big as her brother’s staring back at her, her heart softening like water.
A familiar cool breath approached, and she looked up at Mo Yunchen, "Why do I feel like they’ve lost weight?"
Mo Yunchen sat beside her, glanced at their chubby daughter in her arms, and hummed in agreement, "Now that you’re back, they will gain it back."
Qin Qin lifted her lips in a nod, "Mhm!"
Her head rested on Mo Yunchen’s shoulder, with her daughter in her arms, satisfied and clutching her mother’s hand as she fed.
"I’ve suddenly noticed that our daughter is starting to look more like you."
It had only been a short time since she last saw her daughter, but how could she feel this way.
"Mm! Our son resembles you."
Although the two siblings looked very similar, upon closer inspection, the daughter bore a closer resemblance to Mo Yunchen, with similar eyebrows, eyes, and lips, while the son’s eyes were very much like hers.
Watching her daughter fall asleep after feeding, Qin Qin gently lifted her, patted her back, and waited for her to burp. She then turned to Mo Yunchen beside her, "Mo Yunchen, pick up our son, I plan to sleep with them tonight."
Upon hearing Qin Qin’s words, Mo Yunchen’s expression darkened, "What did you say?"
"You heard me, I’ve missed them and I plan to sleep with our son and daughter tonight."
Mo Yunchen’s expression grew even darker. His wife had returned only for their son and daughter; was he no longer important?
Qin Qin walked past Mo Yunchen, cradling her daughter toward the bedroom.
Mo Yunchen glanced at his son, sound asleep in the baby bed, and gritted his teeth as he picked him up.
Qin Qin placed the sleeping daughter and son side by side on the bed, looked at their tiny slumbering faces, and smiled contentedly.
She was about to get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower when Mo Yunchen suddenly held her tightly, his hot kiss sealing her tender lips.
"Be good, hand them over to the servants."
Pushing Mo Yunchen away, Qin Qin shook her head in rejection, determined to sleep with her son and daughter.
Mo Yunchen felt abandoned, utterly abandoned.
"Watch them, don’t let the servants take them away, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook."
After saying this, Qin Qin headed for the bathroom.
When she finished bathing, it had already been over ten minutes. Worried that Mo Yunchen might not take good care of their son and daughter, she quickly completed her own washing.
Qin Qin stepped out of the bathroom and saw Mo Yunchen sitting at the head of the bed, wearing a black robe, with his exquisite collarbones leading to a strong, bronzed body. Normally, Qin Qin would be immersed in the beauty of Mo Yunchen, but now...
She glared at Mo Yunchen, who was lazily looking at the tablet in his hand, "Where are Yanyan and Chuer?"
Mo Yunchen set the tablet aside on the nightstand, his voice somewhat husky after his own shower, "The servants took them away."
"Mo Yunchen, didn’t I say not to let them take them away?"
Qin Qin glared at Mo Yunchen, who rose from the bed and walked toward her with a compelling presence.
"Be good, they would disturb us here."
"Mo Yunchen, you’re nothing but a lecher."
She didn’t want this; she was determined to go find Yanyan and Chuer, resolved to leave him behind.
Mo Yunchen, detecting Qin Qin’s intention, reached out a long arm and swept her into his embrace.
"It’s late, they’re already asleep, let’s rest as well."
The next day, the snow had already stopped. Qin Qin woke up from deep sleep, her eyes lazily sparkling as she lifted them under familiar surroundings; her lips curved into a satisfied, tender smile.
She turned her head to look at Mo Yunchen, clinging tightly to her. At this moment, Mo Yunchen had slightly upturned lips, his beautiful features peaceful and tranquil. Even though his eyes were closed under his curled lashes, during his slumber his hands still refused to let go of her.
Qin Qin quietly watched the sleeping face of Mo Yunchen, unwilling to take her eyes off him.
A sudden recollection of Qi Tianshang’s words made her bitterly smile. Tianshang was right; even if she was prepared to face life and death with Mo Yunchen, she could not bear the thought of seeing him die before her. And when Tianshang mentioned she had a deathly fate, did it mean she was destined to die? If her death could bring back Mo Yunchen, she would rather die.
"So early in the morning, what are you thinking about? Overthinking again!"
Mo Yunchen’s lazy, sexy voice rang in Qin Qin’s ears, and she slightly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Early in the morning, Mo Yunchen looked even more sensual and languid than usual.