The door wasn’t locked, she opened it easily, and then slowly poked her head in to look inside.
As expected, he was lying on the bed reading a book, and upon seeing her enter, he gave her a cold glance before returning his gaze to the book.
Qin Mu closed the door behind her and walked forward, saying as she saw his expressionless face, "How about I satisfy you first, and then we go downstairs to eat together?"
Mu Yichen still ignored her.
"Anyway, I don’t care if your mom misunderstands me even more, as for the delay in dinner time, if she blames me, I’ll just bow my head and accept it without blaming you!"
"Do you think I care about you?"
He tossed the book aside and, after a cold remark, immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed.
She felt her waist hit by the bed, but the next moment, he was pressing her down.
By the time the two of them came downstairs, it was almost half an hour later. Feng Fanghua was feeding her granddaughter and had no mood to care about them, but Mu Zihao whispered, "Hurry up and sit down to eat."
Qin Mu felt a little weak, but obediently sat next to Mu Yichen.
Brother Chen’s face might still be cold, but it was obvious he had indulged in the ultimate pleasure.
Feng Fanghua couldn’t bear to see her son , and when Huanhuan was almost done eating, she asked, "What’s this? Is our young master planning to challenge his own mother with this attitude?"
Mu Yichen lifted his eyes, his voice lackluster yet stubborn.
"Hmph! Is there anything you wouldn’t dare? You even went and handled such a big event as marriage all by yourself."
Feng Fanghua continued to ask, and as for the delicious dishes below her eyelids, she had no interest in them tonight.
"So what? Should the two of us go and get a divorce now to satisfy you?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but turn to look at him, and Mu Yichen immediately turned to look at her, too. Upon noticing the uncertainty in her eyes, he immediately said to her, "You might as well give up that idea, you won’t be getting a divorce in this lifetime!"
"I can’t eat this meal!"
Feng Fanghua couldn’t stand her son being good to Qin Mu in front of her and immediately put down her chopsticks.
Just as everyone was worrying and thinking of comforting her, Huanhuan took a spoonful of vegetables and stood up to feed it to her mouth.
Feng Fanghua’s heart of stone instantly softened.
"The only good thing you two did was to give me such a precious little one."
Feng Fanghua lifted Huanhuan onto her lap, her entire demeanor softening.
Qin Mu thought to herself with relief: Thankfully, thankfully, there is at least one thing that satisfies you.
"In the future, they’ll do one or two more good deeds one, don’t be angry anymore."
Mu Zihao personally served her soup, hitting Feng Fanghua’s heart.
Qin Mu listened by the side, her insides trembling with fear, but still she couldn’t help but stand up: "Let me do it!"
Mu Zihao saw his daughter-in-law offering help and immediately gave her the opportunity.
The meal eventually finished quietly, but everyone ate well.
After dinner, the family watched gossip news together. Mu Zihao saw a female celebrity being rumored with a male star and remarked, "The entertainment industry these days is truly different from before."
"You seem to know a lot, don’t you? What? You were very familiar with the entertainment industry back then?"
Mu Zihao was choked by Feng Fanghua’s comment and swallowed his frustration.
Their son chuckled indecently, finally lightening the heaviness that had lingered in the house all evening.
"Mom, what did you say to our young madam that made her leave so easily without a word to your son?"
"I told her that I didn’t want her to drag our family down, and I said I wanted you two to divorce. What about it? What are you going to do to your mom?"
Mu Yichen leaned back in the sofa, his smile faintly subsiding as he straightened slightly but remained silent, his dark eyes glancing at the woman beside him.
This time mother and daughter openly discussed the matter. There were no fights, just casual conversation as if discussing household matters, though the atmosphere still went cold for a minute or two.
Afterward, Mu Yichen placed Qin Mu’s hand on his knee. She instinctively looked at him, but his eyes were on the television, not on her.
However, Qin Mu couldn’t shake the feeling that he felt sorry for her.
So she let him hold her hand without pulling away.
Feng Fanghua was soon out of sight and out of mind, going to cuddle with Huanhuan to sleep.
Late into the night, only the two of them remained in the living room. The auntie warmed up two cups of milk and brought them over: "Do the young master and young madam have any other instructions?"
"No, that’s all. You should go rest early," said Mu Yichen, looking at the TV, speaking in a low voice.