The two happiest people that night were probably Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu, with Huanhuan taken away by Feng Fanghua, the couple had dinner and then went to take a mandarin duck bath.
Mrs. Mu was extremely embarrassed and resistant, but...
Mr. Mu had a great time.
"Why isn’t the ring back on your finger?"
After they were done, Mr. Mu cuddled with Mrs. Mu for a heart-to-heart talk, their fingers entwined, and seeing his own hand wearing a ring while hers was not, he felt sad.
"How about I wear it tomorrow?"
She rolled her eyes and then coaxed him sweetly.
Mu Yichen glanced at her subconsciously, only to hate himself for being so stupid earlier, he should have engraved the words "married" onto the surface of the ring.
That way those idiots wouldn’t think they were only wearing couple rings.
It was too late for regrets now, but hearing her say she would wear it, no matter what her intention was, he was already happy enough.
When would her purpose be simply because she cares about him?
As Mu Yichen toyed with her hand, he couldn’t help but think, surely he wouldn’t wait his whole life, right?
He actually felt fear, like in some movies where some people love each other all their lives but don’t end up growing old together.
Forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, that kind of nonsense would never happen to him.
"Mrs. Mu, are you tired?"
"Is Mr. Mu tired? Mrs. Mu is in charge of accompanying you to sleep!"
Qin Mu completely felt that Mrs. Mu was a derogatory term, but having gotten used to him calling her that, it seemed alright.
Quite smooth, Mrs. Mu!
"So well-behaved tonight?"
His deep gaze rested on her bright, sparkling eyes, his voice low and soft.
"Aren’t you always hoping I’d be a bit better behaved? I happen to be in a good mood tonight."
She laughed so enticingly in his arms.
Mu Yichen suddenly wanted to freeze this moment, so he kept looking deeply into her eyes.
"Was it the bath tonight that satisfied Mrs. Mu, or just now?"
"Stop talking about that, let’s sleep!"
Qin Mu’s smile immediately faded, and with a look, she told him she didn’t like to hear that, then she hid in his arms in embarrassment and mumbled.
Mu Yichen’s voice was very gentle, or perhaps it was that suggestive look?
Qin Mu would willingly die for him, feeling like she could survive a lifetime under the threat of his devastating handsomeness.
After all, besides being unrestrained in that area and wanting to expose their marriage, he was indulgent and tolerant towards her.
The night was serene, bound to be a good time for rest.
The next morning, Qin Mu wore his oversized shirt downstairs, and on the last two steps, she gracefully hopped down.
Mu Yichen had just finished cooking breakfast; he watched her wearing his shirt which seemingly concealed black shorts underneath, too short to be seen clearly because the length of his clothes reached her knees.
She approached cheerfully to greet him, her hands gently lifting to embrace his sturdy waist.
Mu Yichen didn’t speak but watched her attire with an uncontainable smile.
His hands gently swept from her shoulders to her waist, to her legs, and he couldn’t help but gaze at her, mesmerized: how could she be so sexy?
"You little seductress!"
Qin Mu blushed and before she could think of a reply, he had already lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Where are we going?"
Qin Mu, feeling the change in his lower abdomen, thought they should head to the bed, or the sofa would do as well.
Qin Mu’s arms hung around his neck: wouldn’t that be too exciting?
She was genuinely afraid she couldn’t handle his moves, even though she felt her own flexibility wasn’t too bad.
His voice seemed to surround the environment, making her irresistibly fascinated.
She allowed him to press against her in the kitchen.
The stove was still on, he turned off the one warming the milk but didn’t stop kissing her.
"What suddenly made you want to wear my shirt?"
She didn’t know herself; she just saw many female leads in TV shows walking around the house wearing the male lead’s clothes and thought it looked beautiful, then put his on after her shower.
"Wear it for me to see every day from now on!"
"Don’t get sick of it!"
Sweet nothings, followed by a tender kiss.
Lost in love, all because of a glance, a breath, a kiss, all because the other person was the one they most desired.
That night, Qin Mu still wore a black dress, her hair loosely bundled at the back, as she lifted her skirt tail and stepped out of Mu Yichen’s car to go to the studio to fetch the ring.
Xiaomei was about to lock the door and was startled to see her dressed like that: weren’t you not coming today?
"I forgot, the ring is upstairs!"