"From now on, call them Mom and Dad just like Yichen does, whether you’re at home or outside."
Mu Zihao lifted his head and instructed her.
"You haven’t called out yet."
Mu Yichen couldn’t wait to hear her adopt the new address; she had not called them that since the time she had offered tea to the elders.
Qin Mu thought about it, and in fact, she was afraid that Feng Fanghua would be unhappy if she called them that.
Who wouldn’t want a free set of parents?
Qin Mu’s voice was weak as she called out the word, feeling both nervous and excited.
It had been many years since she properly called a man Dad, and as for a mother...
That was really a long time ago.
"That’s right! I gave you a red envelope the last time, so I won’t this time. I’ll give you one during the holidays," Mu Zihao declared.
Qin Mu clenched her mouth shut, afraid that her toothy smile would reveal just how pleased she was.
After Mu Zihao had left, Mu Yichen’s fiery gaze fixed on her, and he immediately pulled her into his embrace: "Call me Dad again."
"Do you need to take your medicine?"
Mu Yichen was at first speechless, but then suddenly smirked mischievously: "Okay, which pill should I take first?"
He then hoisted her onto his shoulder and headed upstairs. Mrs. Mu expressed her protest when she was tossed onto the bed and voiced her opinion: "Can you not carry me next time?"
"Your shoulder is jabbing my stomach and it hurts."
"Only your stomach hurts?"
His hand slid under her shirt, caressing her abdomen as he asked.
"Yeah, stop, what are you doing?"
His hand wandered inside, and before Qin Mu could turn to protect herself, he had already tickled her into subdued laughter.
"From now on, you’re not allowed to call them uncle and auntie."
"I know, my President Mu."
Qin Mu couldn’t help but whisper in his ear as she agreed.
"It’s your husband, sir."
"Alright, my husband, sir."
She had seen shameless, but she had never seen someone as shameless as he, who was nibbling on her while teaching her.
Regarding terms of address, today he wanted her to call him husband, yesterday he wanted her to call him Yichen brother, and the day before he wanted her to call him "my heart."
Well, as long as President Mu, no, husband, sir, is happy.
The night was getting cool, but in his arms, she did not feel cold at all.
After making love, Qin Mu nestled in his arms, absorbing his body heat, and couldn’t help but mutter: "We’re warm , but I wonder if Huanhuan will be cold sleeping alone."
"The room temperature is always moderate; how could she be cold? Do you think you’re the only one who dotes on our daughter?"
Mu Yichen frowned slightly, his beautiful eyes under his long lashes gazing earnestly and warmly at the woman in his arms.
"Of course not. When we were in Paris, it wasn’t warm in autumn, but we didn’t use the air conditioner much. Yet, we always slept together, except when I was on business trips. Then Xiaomei would take care of her, along with Jian Yan."
"Hmm, so that’s why my daughter occasionally seeks out Jian Yan."
President Mu at last understood why his daughter called Jian "uncle" and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
"Jian Yan is my master, and there’s a saying, ’Once a teacher, a lifelong father,’ haven’t you heard of it? I really don’t understand why you’re so against him; he wouldn’t fancy a girl so much younger than him."
"Hmm, he won’t like you, you’re so foolish!"
How did the conversation turn to calling her foolish again?
It seemed he couldn’t help but call her foolish every three days.
"I’m so foolish, and you still want me? Everyone says I’m not good enough for you."
For some reason, she suddenly hugged him tight as she said this.
"Who says it’s not true? You’re so foolish, yet I still want you. You need to be grateful and repay me properly, got it?"
Qin Mu looked up at him, her eyes glimmering with shining light.
Mu Yichen’s heart stirred. His deep eyes captured hers and then he bent down to kiss her again.
Qin Mu felt like she couldn’t breathe, and her heartbeat seemed to stop.
Qin Mu felt she should be grateful, so she did her best to satisfy him within her means.
Later, even as Mu Yichen fell asleep, she couldn’t sleep herself. She remembered Mu Zihao asking her to call him Dad. For some reason, it reminded her of the girl who had been abandoned by her parents at the age of seven or eight, thinking she’d never be anyone’s child again, believing she had no home to return to.
But then one day, a huge pie fell from the sky, hitting her squarely. Being able to call someone Mom and Dad again, the happiness came so suddenly that it made her want to cling tightly to it.
The most important kind of love in the world must be the love of family.
When you have a warm home, love seems like something you can then afford to wish for.