Later, Mu Yichen dropped her off at the bottom of Jing Feng’s apartment building: "Eighth floor, do you need me to take you up?"
"No need, drive safely. Are we bringing Huanhuan tonight?"
Mu Yichen didn’t respond, just smiled at her. After understanding, she waved to him and ran towards the building.
Mu Yichen turned the steering wheel and reversed the car.
Jing Feng was just about to leave. When he saw Qin Mu, he instructed her: "Don’t let her move around."
Qin Mu agreed as Jing Feng, dressed in a neat black suit, left.
Helian Hao was still in pajamas, lying on the sofa like a corpse.
Qin Mu thought she was hallucinating: "What’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just got teased to death and couldn’t get any, which is damn torturous."
Qin Mu didn’t comment because she had experienced the frustration of being teased without relief numerous times herself; it was pure hooliganism and utterly tormenting.
However, last night, she was the teaser, and Mu Yi couldn’t get any.
Nevertheless, he still accompanied her to watch the sunrise. Qin Mu placed her bag down and sat beside her. Helian Hao, with sleep-filled, fluffy eyes, looked up and noticed her darkened eye sockets: "What’s up with you? Didn’t you sleep well last night?"
"It’s not that I slept badly, we went to the beach later last night. This morning when you texted, we were at the seaside watching the sunrise."
"Is it necessary to be that romantic? Watching the sunrise together!"
Helian Hao expressed envy and jealousy.
"If you went, Jing Feng would surely accompany you," Qin Mu thought without a doubt.
Just as Qin Mu entered, Jing Feng had told her to take care of Helian Hao, which made it clear that Jing Feng’s feelings for Helian Hao must be very deep.
The two of them were truly childhood sweethearts, inseparable for over twenty years.
Their wedding date had been set, and the wedding dress and groom’s suit designed by Qin Mu were nearly complete. There were some minor details to finish up, and Qin Mu would be working on them with needle and thread over the next few days.
Jing Qing looked drained.
"How did you break your arm? Does it hurt still?"
"I honestly didn’t feel it. At the time, it just felt like a shock, like the pain of a common fall. Who knew that right after you guys left and Jing Feng lifted my arm... at the hospital, an X-ray revealed it was broken."
Helian Hao shook her head in distress.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but chuckle because while she shook her head, there wasn’t a hint of discomfort in her eyes; in fact, she seemed quite relaxed.
Such nonchalance, without a strong support, would not be possible.
"What about you? Should you go get an X-ray too? What if you’re also fractured?"
Still in yesterday’s dress, Qin Mu lifted her arm, which was covered in a large, bruised patch, but she felt it was probably fine.
"I’ll pass. Oh right, Jing Feng reminded me not to forget to tell you, definitely don’t move around at home, this part here." Qin Mu gestured towards her arm.
"I know, he’s been telling me N times since last night, even holding onto me and pressing down on my arm while sleeping to prevent me from moving."
After speaking, Helian Hao suddenly realized she had said too much and immediately shut her mouth, looking guilty.
"I’m having a baby with Mu Yichen, do you think I would laugh at you for sharing a bed with Jing Feng? If two people like each other, nothing they do together is excessive."
"So, you finally admit that you and Mu Yichen like each other?"
Helian Hao suddenly changed the subject.
Mu Yichen wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Downstairs, he smoked a cigarette with Jing Feng, who talked about something that happened at home: "Xiaoqing broke my grandfather’s favorite antique vase last night."
"Her nature? Breaking a vase is nothing!"
Mu Yichen took a drag of his cigarette, never considering Jing Qing as someone easy to provoke. Although she always seemed obedient to him, he thought that breaking the vase might just be the beginning of her outbursts.
"So, did you pursue Qin Mu because you saw through my sister’s difficult personality early on?"
"Certainly not. I never had the luxury of choice from the beginning."
He watched as Qin Mu grew from wearing open-crotch pants to flowery dresses, from a tomboy with short hair to a little princess with flowing locks. Back then, he was certain that this girl should be his.
Before she turned five, she had short hair and stood under the French parasol trees in their neighborhood with a green backpack, her big, shiny black eyes looking at him. That was the moment he felt he was about to be devoured by her, as she barged into his heart forcefully.
By the time she was seven, her hair had grown past her shoulders, and she licked the cotton candy he bought for her, innocently thinking he was simply being kind. Her smile made her eyes curve, and that time, it was indeed very gentle.