Mrs. Mu was just about to move when she was enveloped in Mr. Mu’s arms, "Where are you going?"
That hoarse voice in the early morning made Mrs. Mu’s voice turn soft involuntarily, "The phone is ringing, yours too."
He actually heard it in a half-awake state but simply didn’t want to deal with it.
He hated it most when someone disturbed him and her from sleeping in the morning.
The warmth of the bedding faded slightly due to a few minor movements between the two, so he turned over to fetch both of their cell phones to the bed, handed one to her, and squinted at the caller ID on his phone.
"Mr. Mu, you’ve made it to the top of the trending searches on Weibo!—But this time, it’s with Miss Qin!"
Mr. Mu’s secretary’s voice was very low as it came through the earpiece.
"Qinqin, what were you and Mr. Mu doing in the studio last night? You two are trending, and it’s number one."
Compared to him, Xiaomei’s voice was somewhat earth-shattering.
After listening, Mu Yichen didn’t say a word; he hung up the phone, rubbed his temples, and let out an involuntary sigh.
Qin Mu awkwardly licked her slightly dry lips, then turned to look at his somewhat troubled expression.
The two of them were dead tired originally, given their vigorous efforts last night.
But now both were wide awake. Mu Yichen turned to look at her, suddenly smiled, lifted her head into his arms, and said, "Is this the ’secret’ you mentioned?"
He was completely alert now; the events of last night flashed suddenly in his mind. She wouldn’t tell him what the paparazzi business was all about, but this morning...
All of Rongcheng knew!
Qin Mu couldn’t help but burst into laughter, her body shaking against his chest.
"Since Jing Qing has already declared war on me, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to you if I kept hiding behind you without fighting back, especially when you call me Mrs. Mu all day long?"
Qin Mu hooked her arms around his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and pinning him, riding on his sturdy waist, she teasingly explained.
Yichen caught her arm with one hand and lightly curled the other around her waist. His gaze was both ambiguous and insistent: "So, you did this for me?"
"Of course! Aren’t you happy?"
She suddenly laid down on his chest, asking playfully.
"Mmm! Mrs. Mu has finally seen the light!"
"Let’s get up. Later on, everyone will be coming to work! How about I ask Xiaomei to bring us some steamed buns and porridge? Maybe with some pickled cucumbers too?"
"You’ve climbed on top of me and you still think we can just get up ?"
"Now it’s my turn to reward you for cooperating with me last night, Mrs. Mu."
He suddenly silenced her with a domineering kiss and then kindly reminded her.
Only then did Qin Mu realize that he had guessed it last night, which was why he was so intense from the moment they were on the first floor...
That little rascal got the better of them, Qin Mu thought more and more angrily. Later, the two sat in the reception area, eating while looking at their phones. Qin Mu put her phone in front of him: "Look, that’s what the kid shot."
"Mmm! Good resolution!"
"I asked him to shoot it clearly, hehe!"
Mr. Mu was sighing while eating the nutrition-less dumplings, thinking how could he do anything else when he had such a spirited wife at home?
He had no choice but to let her have her way.
"It’s all because that kid got to look for so long, and you too. If you already guessed, why did you go so hard?"
"Acting, of course, requires a full performance. Don’t you, someone who has shot so many advertisements, need me to remind you?"
"Shooting ads is different from acting!"
Qin Mu had seen the script, and just thinking about those messy plots gave her a headache, not to mention those tremendously long lines. Although she heard some people in the industry say that some actors use dubbing and thus don’t memorize their lines, she couldn’t do that. She always felt that if you are an actor, you must say your lines; otherwise, what do you expect your professional castmates to do? Too awkward, so she decided to just be her diligent designer, and the money she earned from ads was all for Huanhuan. Later on, she invested in this studio.
"Really? Then, what’s the difference between being Mu Yi’s lover and his wife?"
He suddenly gazed at her intently, his voice very soft.
"Of course it’s different, a wife lives with you, and a lover just sleeps with you..."
Qin Mu realized she had misspoken as soon as the words left her mouth. He seemed not to like that sentence, so she immediately shut her mouth, her dark, glossy eyes softly gazing at him.
The rising warmth in her eyes was due to embarrassment, and because she feared making him angry and wanted to please him.
"That is, what I meant is..."
"You’re so sure I can’t do anything about you!"
He suddenly cut Qin Mu off.
With no other option, Qin Mu, like a little girl who had done something wrong, lay on top of him and bowed her head.