Feng Fanghua immediately issued a warning with her words.
Qin Mu knew she was distressed for her granddaughter, and thus she didn’t say much, even though she harbored different thoughts in her heart.
"What you wish to do with Yichen is none of my business, and if you want to move out—, I might even say I’ve actually been looking forward to your divorce, but as for my granddaughter, don’t even think about taking her away and keeping her from seeing me."
"Then you take her home!"
Qin Mu said in a low voice.
Feng Fanghua was hardly seated long enough to warm up her seat, lecturing her until her mouth was dry, and was even more unbelievably upset upon hearing that sentence, frowning as she looked at her: What do you mean by that?
"I have to go to Paris with my master on Monday, so it would be much better for Huanhuan to stay with you rather than with me lately."
Qin Mu still stood beside her, watching Feng Fanghua looking at her with eyes full of disdain, yet she could do nothing but bow her head and accompany her.
"What are you going back to Paris for?"
"There’s an event there, and a movie’s costume design has invited my master, so I’m going to be his assistant."
Once Feng Fanghua understood the truth, most of her anger dissipated: So, you and Yichen, are you separating or divorcing?
"As long as I don’t lose the right to see my daughter."
Feng Fanghua thought this girl really had some gall.
Later, standing at the door, Qin Mu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Feng Fanghua holding Huanhuan and getting into the car, and unconsciously touched the spot where her ring used to be, then felt a pang in her heart.
The ring was long gone.
That evening, Mu Yichen was called back for dinner, and the moment he entered the living room, he saw Huanhuan running toward him: Daddy, Daddy!
He instinctively bent down and picked her up, then walked inside while asking, "Did you go looking for Qin Mu?"
"Why would I look for her? I was just looking for my granddaughter."
Mu Yichen didn’t speak to her anymore and just sat there holding Huanhuan, unable to stop himself from feeling a headache as he looked at Huanhuan’s foolish appearance and was suddenly reminded of the heartless words that woman had said to him.
Feng Fanghua glanced at him, then at her own granddaughter, holding back some words that were on the tip of her tongue.
The affairs of those two were something Feng Fanghua truly didn’t want to meddle in anymore.
After dinner, Mu Yichen coaxed Huanhuan to sleep and then took his coat and went downstairs. Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were talking about him, and they stopped when they saw him descending the stairs.
"I’m stepping out a moment!"
He said casually, grabbing his coat and heading out.
After Feng Fanghua processed what happened, she turned her head to look at his retreating figure: Where are you going, huh?
"Where else? The two of them are truly a match made in adversary heaven," Mu Zihao couldn’t help but shake his head.
"This girl is unreliable. I’ve also felt that there’s something off with Jing Qing lately. Have you noticed that among our acquaintances of a similar age to him, there are quite a few girls left?"
Upon careful thought, Feng Fanghua worried her son might have too strong a need in that aspect, and thought maybe it would be better to find him a woman to date. Perhaps after being with someone else, he wouldn’t keep fixated on his past relationship.
"What are you planning to do? Didn’t we agree not to meddle in their affairs?"
"But look at him, he had just said harsh words, and in less than a few minutes, he’s off to find her again. It’s not good for this to keep going on ."
"He has his own family now, why are you in such a hurry? Just let him deal with it."
"Who knows, maybe he’ll bring you another grandson someday?"
Mu Zihao hinted, and Feng Fanghua looked into his eyes, then immediately blushed, not knowing what to say.
Mu Zihao suddenly laughed, "Do you still remember over twenty years ago when we had Qingxin?"
"You still have the nerve to mention it?"
Feng Fanghua grumbled, still holding a grudge over Qin Mu’s actions, yet there were things she truly didn’t know how to proceed with since she couldn’t grasp them.
Those times long past, those stubborn moments of youth.
Outside, the rain continued to drizzle down, as Qin Mu had a bowl of wontons alone in a nearby snack shop, then walked back with a blue umbrella over her head.
The wind was strong, threatening to take the umbrella away at any moment. She held it tightly, completely blinded to the road ahead.
She didn’t have time to notice whether there was a car following her or not.
Just as she was about to reach the studio, she walked by a puddle and unfortunately stepped right into it.
She managed to save her foot but not the umbrella in her hand, and as the wind quickly blew it away, she could only watch helplessly. Then, she fixed her crooked shoe and limped forward.
Upon reaching the studio’s door, she promptly entered the password, and then she heard a car stop behind her — to be precise, she heard the sound of its door opening.
He had followed her all the way, watching her struggle and thinking she deserved it, but still, he had followed her.