"If you believe that!"
Qin Mu was still focusing on massaging Feng Fanghua’s waist where she knew it hurt badly when it was twisted.
In her subconscious, although Feng Fanghua was overbearing and even somewhat selfish, she was certainly not unreasonable.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have stopped wanting Jing Qing as her daughter-in-law later on.
"You really know how to leave me with a mess, talking about ’if I believe,’ ugh..."
Listening to Qin Mu’s stubborn low reply, she got angry subconsciously. Then, turning her head, she pulled a muscle in her waist, causing pain again.
Qin Mu was also startled, her big eyes suddenly staring at her.
However, Feng Fanghua quickly lay back down and sighed angrily, "If you don’t have an ambiguous relationship with him, don’t get so close. A woman should learn to keep herself clean."
The attitude of a wronged daughter-in-law was showcased perfectly by Qin Mu.
"You say you know, yet such things are caught on camera. Could there be no media at Jing Qing’s birthday party? Why doesn’t she ever have negative news? Isn’t it because of her relations with major media outlets? Although her methods are not the most upright, you should sometimes learn from her."
Qin Mu couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, thinking that Feng Fanghua was still taking the time to lecture her even when in so much pain, but she dared not say any of it aloud.
"Madam, look how good the young madam is to you. It would be even better if she could live here with you."
The aunt brought out tea and couldn’t help but comment seeing Qin Mu kneeling there, massaging her waist.
Everyone at home hoped for a new addition to the household. Otherwise, every day they face the same people they’ve been seeing for decades, which really lacks freshness.
And since Qin Mu was a designer, occasionally helping them with their clothes made them feel beautiful too.
Feng Fanghua didn’t respond, only raising her head and asking after a long while.
The aunt, knowing she didn’t like to hear such talk, promptly and skillfully slipped away.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh quietly, finding these older people amusing.
"Do you also want to move back in?"
Qin Mu replied subconsciously; the question was so sudden that she answered according to her own wishes without considering whether it was appropriate.
"Are you saying you don’t want to move here? Are you looking down on our family?"
Feng Fanghua turned her head to look at her again, although she didn’t dare to turn too much because of the pain in her waist, so she couldn’t see clearly.
Such a grave misunderstanding.
As soon as Mu Yichen came back, he learned that Feng Fanghua had twisted her waist. He had just gone to his room to have the doctor check it out, and by the time he reached his parents’ room, he saw Qin Mu holding Huanhuan’s little hand standing by Feng Fanghua’s bed with the doctor on the other side.
Today they had called a female doctor, but that wasn’t the important thing; his gaze shifted back to his wife and daughter.
The important part was that in the past, when Feng Fanghua was sick, it was he and Mu Zihao accompanying her, plus the household staff.
But now, there were two more family members in their home, and the feeling was so wonderful that he didn’t want to stop.
He walked in slowly with his hands behind his back, curiously asking.
"No major issue, just a twist, and this young lady here took immediate measures. She should be fine after resting for the night," the doctor explained kindly as she tucked her sleeves back down her arms after finishing the check-up.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Since she was a middle-aged doctor, Mu Yichen was especially polite.
After the butler saw the doctor out, Feng Fanghua sat up and suddenly noticed there were so many people in front of her bed, the corners of her eyes flashing with a sense of strangeness that had become unfamiliar to her.
"Can you get up and go to dinner?"
"Should be no problem."
As soon as Feng Fanghua said that, she got out of bed on Qin Mu’s side. Qin Mu immediately stepped forward to help her stand up carefully.
"It’s much better now, let’s go!"
Although Mu Zihao was not home for dinner that night, they slowly started feeling like a full table of family. In the hot summer, Feng Fanghua lifted her eyes and saw everyone present, her eyelids drooping slightly.
The staff began to serve the dishes, and Qin Mu, who usually wouldn’t do these things, now understood that while under someone else’s roof, she had to stand up and help with setting the plates.
"You just sit down, you’re not the cook or the virtuous wife and mother, and honestly, it makes my eyes dizzy seeing you stand up," commented Feng Fanghua with her usual sharp tongue.
Qin Mu quickly put down the plate in her hand and sat down.
Huanhuan, holding her little bowl, ate her rice, feeling sorry for her mother. Then she looked at her grandmother with pleading eyes, hoping her grandma would be nicer to her mommy.
Feng Fanghua didn’t see Huanhuan’s pleading look and felt somewhat confused inside.