Early that morning, several wealthy ladies were queuing up at the Qin Mu’s studio, waiting to pick up their orders, and a colleague opened the door to let them in.
"Today, if anyone’s clothes don’t fit, we’ll alter them right on the spot. The fitting room is over there. Would anyone like to come with me to try on their garments?"
Xiaomei called out to everyone, and hearing that immediate alterations were available, several ladies followed her to the fitting room.
Whether designers or assistants, apart from Xiaomei’s sewing work being slightly lacking, everyone else’s skills were beyond question.
After a morning of hectic work, when the ladies had left, Qin Mu removed the pins from the shirt and laid them aside, while the others sprawled exhausted across the sofa.
Qin Mu stood in front of the glass screen looking out. After a while, she turned to her colleagues and said, "Until the factory issue is resolved, we’ll only accept high-end custom orders, and by the way, we’re taking a two-day break!"
The cheers quickly faded as everyone hurriedly packed their things to go home and rest, and she received a call from President Mu.
"Are you still working overtime?"
"We’re off for two days. President Mu, you don’t have a mole in our studio, do you?"
Qin Mu smiled and asked him.
"You just realized? I’ll come to pick you up. You can’t sleep in the studio these two days."
Qin Mu let out an involuntary sigh as she looked around the now empty space, suddenly feeling a bit lost.
Her wonderful plan to head upstairs to sleep was thus thwarted; she packed up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and came out. It wasn’t long before his car arrived.
"I’m so lucky, aren’t I?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist in front of his car, trying to charm him.
Mu Yichen looked into her suggestive eyes without responding, but simply helped her open the car door.
So Qin Mu got into his car. On the way to the apartment, she leaned to one side and fell asleep. Mu Yichen glanced back and gently shifted her head resting against the glass onto his shoulder, then continued driving attentively.
Qin Mu felt his shoulder and gently nuzzled it, then went back to sleep.
Perhaps there wasn’t another man in the world who could make her feel so secure.
But how many good years could they really have together?
She woke up as they reached the apartment’s parking lot. Looking up, she saw him watching her and instinctively smiled: What’s up?
Seeing the darkness in his eyes, Qin Mu suddenly didn’t know what he was thinking.
Mu Yichen gave her a slight smile: Let’s get out of the car.
Qin Mu didn’t react immediately, but she instinctively reached to open the door.
Standing side by side in the elevator, the atmosphere was subtle.
She didn’t know what he was thinking and couldn’t help but keep looking at him.
Later, after she had showered and was ready to go to bed, he called her from the doorway: Let’s go eat first.
Qin Mu instinctively turned around to look at him, and then followed him downstairs for dinner. The simple tomato and egg noodles warmed her heart.
Her expression was somewhat smug with satisfaction: The noodles are so nicely made, you must be my Mr. Right, right?
"You should be grateful that heavens sent you someone as perfect as me, given how lacking you are."
"Eat up, it’ll get mushy and less tasty if you wait too long."
Of course, she intended to eat. The gap in her heart from being teased needed to be filled in her stomach.
After dinner, she playfully prevented him from doing the dishes, insisting on sitting on his lap and demanding that he carry her upstairs.
Mu Yichen didn’t know why he indulged her, but as he picked her up, he realized she had lost a few more pounds over the past few days.
His eyebrows twitched involuntarily. Although he didn’t speak, the look he gave her as he laid her on the bed was indeed one of reproach and inquiry.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Startled, she instinctively shrank back.
"You need to gain back the weight you’ve lost in these past two days!"
"Uh, you’re saying I’ve lost weight again? But that’s a good thing."
"Good how? You’re mine, and every single bit of you is mine. You can’t just lose what belongs to me."
Qin Mu shut her mouth, realizing she couldn’t win the argument with him.
That night, she slept well while Mu Yichen lay beside her, buried in work.
Mu Zihao called them to come home for dinner. After speaking with Mu Yichen, he told Feng Fanghua. Feng immediately said: Is it really appropriate to keep inviting her over? Are you sure you want to give up the Jing Family over this girl?
"If she’s the reason I lose the Jing Family as a friend, then just as my son said, they’re not worth befriending."
"But we’re already at this age."
"What’s the big deal about having a meal? The Jing Family already knows Huanhuan is our granddaughter. Do they still expect Jing Qing to marry Yichen? Not to mention Jing Xianzong wouldn’t agree, even the old man of the Jing Family wouldn’t allow it."