Qin Mu felt restless. After taking care of Huanhuan and putting him to sleep, she returned to the bedroom but stood at the doorway, not wanting to go in: "Mu Yichen, I really don’t want to go."
Her voice carried a tone of lethargy, truly expressing her aversion.
He lay on the bed and replied with a voice that was light and indifferent.
Qin Mu slowly walked in and sat at the edge of the bed opposite him, her head lowered.
Looking at the ring mark on her finger, she had left the ring in the drawer of the bedside table in her studio. She didn’t dare to wear it again, just as she didn’t dare to let others assume they were a couple.
She suddenly had the depraved thought that it might be better to be seen as the kind of lovers who hide in the shadows, letting people think of her as that shameless woman who clings to wealth.
Even though she was only twenty-three years old, she didn’t have the luxury of enjoying her youth.
Let everyone think of her as a bad woman, so she wouldn’t owe him anything. And when the day came where they both found someone suitable, how wonderful would it be to part ways and lead their own joyful lives?
But for now, they were together almost every day.
She gently lay on the bed, turned her head to look at his back, and raised her hand lightly to tap on his shoulder: "Mu Yichen!"
Mu Yichen didn’t move, so she moved closer and hugged him, lifting her upper body to look at him.
"If you have something to say, just say it." He spoke flatly, not shoving her away.
"Don’t you want to... tonight?"
"Are you going or not?"
He turned his head, finally making eye contact with her.
"I’ll go! Aren’t you afraid that the Jing Family’s patriarch will be angry when he sees me? Aren’t you afraid he will make it difficult for me again? I don’t want you to fall out with the elders you used to be close to because of me in front of so many people."
She spoke with her gaze lowered, yet still rested her head on his shoulder.
He knew she really wasn’t interested in going, but it was decided that he must make her go with him.
Mu Yichen finally turned to face her, rolling over to lean against the headboard and drawing her into his chest: "There won’t be any elders at their birthday parties, just siblings."
Qin Mu had never attended and didn’t know.
"Yes, and none of the things you’re worried about will happen. Dad told me yesterday that they had already informed the Jing Family that Huanhuan is a child of the Mu Family."
Qin Mu looked at him in disbelief. The Mu Family had actually discussed such a matter with the Jing Family?
"It means that mom and dad have resigned themselves to the fact that you, you are the Mu Family’s daughter-in-law."
Qin Mu was puzzled. Given the things Feng Fanghua had said to her, how could it be possible for her to be the Mu Family’s daughter-in-law?
What she didn’t expect was that while Feng Fanghua was reluctant to accept her, she was actually also unwilling to accept Jing Qing anymore.
"So you must go with me that day. Moreover, it’s at AM, your turf."
He gave a shallow smile, then reached into her nightgown: "Now let’s talk about the question you just asked."
"The question of whether you want it tonight."
Thinking about tomorrow’s issues tomorrow, tonight Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh out as he touched her, wrapping her arms around his neck and petulantly making demands underneath his body: "Can’t you stop giving me the cold shoulder from now on, okay?"
"I like it when you smile."
"And when I don’t smile?"
She confessed involuntarily, then burst into laughter again. Suddenly, he propped her up and sealed her lips, blocking all of her delightful emotions within her mouth.
"Baby, if you like me that much, let me make our marriage certificate public."
Last night, the two of them tangled for more than an hour before finally letting each other go, of course, Qin Mu did not agree to let him make their marriage certificate public.
This morning at nine o’clock, Qin Mu had just arrived at the studio with Huanhuan when she received a call from Jing Qing. Although she didn’t remember the name, the frequent calls made it recognizable.
Qin Mu didn’t want to answer, so she took Huanhuan inside first. Then she heard a car horn outside the window. She told Huanhuan to find Xiaomei, then turned to look at the approaching red car.
"Qin Mu, let’s talk."
Jing Qing took off the black sunglasses she was wearing and spoke to her.
She had been there early, waiting even before making the call.
Qin Mu stood at the door without approaching, because if an award-winning actress like Jing Qing was coming to see her, then it was up to the actress to make the first move.
Jing Qing had arrived at half-past eight, waiting in the alley nearby, and only after seeing Mu Yichen leave after dropping her off did she drive out. She had intended to greet Qin Mu first, but didn’t expect her not to answer her calls, so she confronted her at the door.
Getting out of the car, she stood in front of her in an eight-centimeter high heel: "Let’s find a place to have tea and talk properly, okay?"