Sometimes, the answer is more terrifying than death itself.
That night, the two of them tore at each other’s hearts, yet no answer came forth.
The next morning, Qin Mu went to the dressing room and wrapped a silk scarf around her slender neck, concealing several bite marks he had left, ensuring there was nothing amiss with her appearance before she dared to go downstairs.
Recalling the heart-wrenching love from last night, she actually felt that at that time, he truly hated her.
Feng Fanghua had a slight cold, so the task of combing Huanhuan’s hair fell to her.
Qin Mu sat on the sofa, combing her daughter’s hair as she sat on a little stool, while Feng Fanghua watched from the opposite side, constantly making her granddaughter look up and laugh foolishly. Qin Mu helplessly let them be, and after finishing the beautiful hairstyle, she said with satisfaction, "There, done!"
"Today I’m going to attend a charity event, and your uncle has other matters, so Huanhuan will be left in your care. Any problem with that?"
"None at all, you just go ahead with your business."
Qin Mu immediately agreed, more than happy to do so.
"Just don’t let her have any of that nutritious-lacking stuff for lunch, or else just leave her at home to play with the household staff."
"I promise, I absolutely won’t let her eat any junk food."
Qin Mu immediately raised both hands in assurance, Feng Fanghua almost laughed at how earnest she looked, but in the end, she managed to keep a straight face, "Alright then."
Mu Yichen and Mu Zihao came out of the study and saw the three generations of women together: Huanhuan playing with her toys on her own, and the two of them chatting about something. As soon as they emerged, the room fell silent.
"What are you whispering about so early in the morning?"
Mu Zihao asked as he walked downstairs.
"We’re all busy today, so I’ve asked her to help look after Huanhuan, and I gave specific instructions not to feed my granddaughter junk food."
Feng Fanghua turned slightly to look at her husband as she unabashedly repeated.
"That’s right, children are growing, they can’t eat that kind of nutritious-lacking stuff."
Mu Zihao said as he sat down.
"Just look at our young madam here, she grew up eating those things, and isn’t she tall and slender now?"
Mu Yichen didn’t sit down, instead stood with his hands in his pockets, his arrogant gaze on his wife as he ’praised’ her.
However, Qin Mu found the comment particularly awkward; when he deliberately praised her, it was clearly meant to be sarcastic. But she wouldn’t let it anger her.
"Tall and slender? If being skinny enough to show bones is what you call tall and slender."
Feng Fanghua disagreed.
"Then you should feed her well; otherwise, people might think you’re mistreating your daughter-in-law."
Mu Yichen teased again.
Feng Fanghua still sat upright but couldn’t help but lookup and glance at her foolish son.
Mu Zihao couldn’t help but laugh, "You keep bullying my wife , and I might have to beat you up."
Mu Yichen immediately chuckled, "No problem, my wife will protect me!"
Why was it that she hadn’t even spoken yet found herself dragged into his camp?
And could she protect him? Who was the beast that almost strangled her to death last night?
And the person who tortured her most was Feng Fanghua? It was clearly Mu Yichen, from beginning to end, inside and out.
Her heart was almost crushed by his cruelty.
After breakfast, Qin Mu and Huanhuan were directly driven to the suburbs by Mu Yichen, the family of three standing by the newly built factory.
Qin Mu looked at the factory, not very big yet spacious enough to accommodate the number of workers she desired, and couldn’t help but sigh; President Mu really knew how to whet someone’s appetite.
"I feel saying thank you isn’t enough to express my gratitude to you!"
Qin Mu looked up at him earnestly.
Mu Yichen just glanced at her before picking up the girl holding her mother’s hand, "Let’s go, Daddy will show you around inside."
Huanhuan happily agreed, and he carried her off ahead.
Qin Mu knew he might not want to listen, so she didn’t say more and followed them inside.
"How many machines do you want?"
Qin Mu had already started calculating how many days it would take to lay out the lines, install the machines, test them, and recruit workers. One month, it seemed rather tight, but as long as she had the factory, the rest could be easily solved, no matter how pressing.
Qin Mu wanted to discuss the price of the factory with him but hesitated, fearing he might just look at her and walk away.
The surroundings looked somewhat bleak, with several other newly opened garment factories nearby.
On the way back, Mu Yichen asked her, "Do you plan to rent or buy it?"
Qin Mu turned to look at him in surprise; could it be rented?