Listening to her grandparents speak, she blinked and then walked towards Qin Haiming, her pure, large eyes giving him a somewhat unfamiliar look as she called out, "Grandpa."
"Good girl, our Huanhuan is really cute!"
Qin Haiming raised his hand and lovingly stroked her soft hair, smiling and sighing.
Later, after Huanhuan was taken out to play, he said, "This child does resemble Qin Mu when she was little."
Feng Fanghua also nodded her head. She still remembered Qin Mu as a child, although those memories were a bit blurred now, but those eyes, that demeanor, always seemed the same as before.
"Little brother, now that you’re here at our home, I’m not treating you as a leader but as family, and there are some things I have to say to you."
Having discussed almost everything else, Mu Zihao finally started to talk seriously about some things on his mind.
In fact, Qin Haiming’s visit wasn’t just to see Huanhuan. He had heard that someone was causing trouble for Qin Mu, and as a father, he had no choice but to make the trip.
"Mumu might have some unclear ties with the Jing Family, so you need to be prepared in your mind."
"Is it the matter of the Jing Family girl hating Mumu because of Yichen?"
Mu Zihao nodded, and Qin Haiming sighed and then smiled faintly, "At our age, what haven’t we experienced? It’s just seeing the younger ones going through these things... If the Jing Family really wants to vent their anger on one person from the Qin Family, I don’t mind giving them my black gauze cap."
As Qin Haiming spoke, his eyes revealed nothing but earnestness.
"Oh, that’s not what we mean. We just need to be prepared, we might keep our distance from the Jing Family, or worse, but we won’t let our child suffer unjustly, right?"
Feng Fanghua was not sounding like her usual self when scolding Qin Mu; she was making sense with every word.
"How could I not trust you two elders? That you’ve allowed the child to stay in your home shows that you have accepted her. I’ve seen clearly over the years how you treat your own family."
Qin Haiming didn’t actually think this way, but he had to say so now in order to have them treat his daughter well.
"We also have many shortcomings, and haven’t spared Mumu from suffering, either. You deigning to visit our home to see Huanhuan shows that you really care about both of them. Let’s not talk niceties. Today, all three of us as elders are here, and we must clarify some things so that we can have a common understanding about the child’s issues in the future."
Mu Zihao continued, gesturing for Qin Haiming, who was sitting diagonally across, to take a tea cup. Qin Haiming picked up the tea cup, but no further words came out of his mouth.
Because Qin Mu had moved into the Mu Family home and then left not long afterward, Qin Haiming wasn’t really optimistic about this family. But now, hearing Mu Zihao’s words, he knew he had to think of the long-term strategy.
When Mu Yichen came home in the evening, he saw his daughter holding an unfamiliar toy with great interest and inadvertently paused on that toy.
Feng Fanghua noticed his return and that he was standing by the sofa looking at the toy in the little girl’s arms, so she immediately came out of the kitchen to his side. "Today, Huanhuan’s outsi..."
"I have some matters to attend to, going to the study."
Mu Yichen withdrew his gaze from his daughter and started walking towards the staircase.
Feng Fanghua shared a puzzled look with Huanhuan, then glanced curiously at him a couple more times.
Feng Fanghua didn’t understand, but she didn’t bother to say more.
It’s just that she couldn’t talk about Qin Mu, and now she couldn’t talk to her son either. Was this going to suffocate her?
"Your father is such a sly one."
Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but mutter to her granddaughter who then suddenly smiled and imitated, "Sly, daddy."
Feng Fanghua, at a loss, laughed and took her granddaughter’s little hand, "Let’s go to the kitchen and see what yummy things they are making."
"I want to eat a drumstick," Huanhuan looked up at her grandmother and said.
"Alright, then we’ll tell the kitchen staff that our little treasure wants a drumstick, shall we?"
Huanhuan nodded and then went to the kitchen with her grandmother.
Qin Mu, after coming back, didn’t notice anything unusual and thought that the new toy on her daughter’s bed was just another gift from the indulgent grandparents.
Once she returned to the room and saw Mu Yichen on his phone, she cuddled up to him and lazily said, "So warm."
"What are you looking at?"
"Next year, there might be some changes at the top."
He spoke in a low voice, then put away the phone and wrapped his arms around her.