Qin Mu almost got himself killed last night, and his brain had long forgotten the matter of his either-or choice.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were holding Huanhuan and sitting in the dignified sofa, watching the two of them come down from upstairs.
Mu Yichen wrapped his arm around Qin Mu and approached, while the auntie came out of the kitchen holding two cups of tea, arriving in front of Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao just as they did.
"The Mu Family has a tradition, the new bride must serve tea to the in-laws the morning after entering the door."
Qin Mu turned his head to look at him as if seeing a monster, startled silly.
"Yichen, what are you doing?"
Mu Zihao looked at his son’s posture and had a guess in his heart.
"Take the little miss away first!"
Mu Yichen ordered another servant nearby.
The auntie immediately went forward to take Huanhuan away, and everyone else stood by watching, waiting.
The butler stepped forward, bringing two red marriage certificates to Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, and also delivered two red envelopes that Yichen had previously instructed him to wrap.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao looked at each other, both were so startled that they were somewhat dazed, mechanically reaching out to take the red marriage certificates from the butler, and upon opening them, they were even more disbelieving.
"This, you two... when did this happen?"
Feng Fanghua was so surprised her vision swirled, she instinctively looked up at them, her speech somewhat incoherent.
Mu Zihao, however, after inspecting the photograph and then checking the dates below, realized that they had in fact been married for some time, letting out an unconscious hum before slowly closing the marriage certificate.
"Since that’s the case,—the tea should indeed be served! Go rewrap two red envelopes."
Mu Zihao slightly turned and instructed Feng Fanghua.
Feng Fanghua looked at Qin Mu incredulously, but found herself unable to act on anything.
It was only then that Qin Mu suddenly recalled what Feng Fanghua had said to her before, and now, like a tangled mess of rope in her mind, she hung her head low to sort out her thoughts anew.
As for her brother, his head was tilted back, presumably also for Mrs. Mu’s sake.
Gradually, she began to recall the two options Yichen had given her last night. She had thought that it was just a passing remark and, since she hadn’t nodded in agreement, it was over, but now...
"Young Master, from now on we all have to change our address to Madam."
"Yes, we can’t call Miss Qin that anymore!"
"Actually, I wanted to call Miss Qin Madam the very first day she arrived!"
Then a group of people suddenly burst into a babble, disrupting the originally somber living room. Qin Mu first was shocked, then subconsciously twitched her lips at their smiling faces.
Seeing Feng Fanghua immobile, Mu Zihao himself went to the room to prepare two big red envelopes, and of course, Qin Mu did kneel to serve the tea, and so did Mr. Mu.
"Please keep this matter a secret until we announce the wedding."
Mu Yichen later stood with his hands in his pockets beside Qin Mu, instructing everyone with a tone that left some confusion. Mu Yichen merely glanced at Qin Mu with a hint of disappointment.
Qin Mu also glanced back at him, now was not the time for a quarrel, nor for a confrontation, but...
Feng Fanghua immediately got up and left, this time she held back her sarcastic and lecturing words.
Qin Mu knew that Feng Fanghua was really angry this time, but she was still not accustomed to arguing with her elders.
Mu Yichen was the happiest of them all, cheerfully escorting Qin Mu to the studio.
Qin Mu got out of the car when they arrived, not speaking a word to him, as if the two of them didn’t know each other.
Mu Yichen’s lips quirked into a mischievous grin, turned the car around, and rolled down the window, hand hanging outside: "Mrs. Mu, I’ll come pick you up tonight!"
Qin Mu, irritated, immediately turned to glare at him, those round, big eyes were indeed his greatest delight.
His defiant gaze zapped her adorably, then he drove off nonchalantly.
Jian Yan stood at the first-floor window watching her, thinking that in this life, she was probably destined to be entangled with that man. Maybe she would get hurt, but it seemed she couldn’t escape now.
Jian Yan couldn’t help but bow his head, wondering about himself.
Would he get hurt? Could he escape?
"Master, you’re here so early today!"
Upon seeing him inside, Qin Mu approached to greet him.
Jian Yan slowly sat on the sofa, gesturing to the opposite seat for her to sit.
Qin Mu set down her bag and took a seat.
"Are you okay?" asked Jian Yan, seeing her spirit was not too bad, but he couldn’t help but be concerned.
"I’m fine, that guy may be tall and big, but he doesn’t have the slightest ability to take action."
Thinking back on the almost forceful incident at the mall yesterday, Qin Mu spoke of it with an air of nonchalance.
"You actually wish he had the ability?" Jian Yan looked at her disapprovingly.
Qin Mu thought about it, then grabbed her hair and laughed awkwardly.