"Fine, we’ll change!"
She suddenly flipped over, stood up after taking her hand off him, and headed for the bathroom.
Mu Yichen placed both hands behind his head, "I’ll take you to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in a few days."
She agreed readily, but didn’t even turn her head back.
Mu Yichen sighed unconsciously and picked up his phone to continue reading the news about the rankings.
She tossed her clothes aside, submerged herself in the bathtub, and then sunk deeply into the water.
Many things, you can know the outcome before they even start.
Many things, you have been living them for half your life, and still, you can’t see what the future holds.
The scene of her mother’s car accident suddenly surfaced in her mind. She forgot how long she had been holding her breath underwater until she almost suffocated. Struggling, her pale hands tightly gripped the edge of the bathtub before she finally managed to raise her head for air.
Xiaohao said or Qin Haiming really wanted to reconcile with her, asking her if she had any intention of making peace.
To have a father, to have a home.
But she was sensible when her parents’ marriage ran into trouble. Those vivid memories were too painful for her heart to bear.
She watched clearly as the couple went from loving each other to hating and fighting, and then to a bitter separation by death.
How could she pretend her mother’s death was just an accident, that her father was still her father, and the home was still home.
She didn’t even dare to go back to that house; she didn’t even dare to look back.
She had barely managed to live through this first half of her life.
She could pretend it was okay, that they had reconciled, but deep down, she knew she could never truly make peace in this lifetime.
There’s a scar in her heart, so big and deep that it twitches with pain when the weather’s bad.
That night, she fell asleep in Mu Yichen’s arms.
"Today’s breakfast is scallion pancakes, steamed buns, and nutritious porridge. What would our Huanhuan like to eat?"
Huanhuan followed her grandmother to the dining room, was lifted into the chair by her, and then drooled at the sight of the freshly steamed buns.
Mu Zihao sat at the head of the table, hearing his granddaughter say she liked steamed buns and smiling, "My granddaughter and I share the same taste."
"Oh please, like you have a say?"
Feng Fanghua couldn’t bear to burst his proud bubble.
Mu Zihao smiled and said, "That’s right, after all."
"Good morning, Mom and Dad, morning, Huanhuan!"
Qin Mu and Mu Yichen walked in together, smiling and greeting everyone.
"Morning, come on, sit and eat!" Mu Zihao said.
Feng Fanghua didn’t speak, just unconsciously looked toward her son, but Mu Yichen didn’t meet her gaze, making her feel a bit anxious.
She didn’t know whether Mu Yichen had told Qin Mu about Qin Haiming’s visit, but they couldn’t ask directly. They wanted to tell Qin Mu directly, but feared that Qin Mu might not take it well and cause unhappiness in the family.
Mu Yichen caught his mother’s look but pretended not to see and remained silent, causing Feng Fanghua to get irritated and coldly say, "Let’s eat!"
Only Mu Yichen and his precious daughter were happily eating as if nothing was wrong.
The husband and daughter-in-law were rather nervous.
However, they ended up having a full meal. Today, Qin Mu wore a new suit with a white bow-tie silk blouse underneath, carrying a blue bag as she went downstairs to work, overhearing Feng Fanghua telling her daughter to go buy toys. She subconsciously paused, "Mom, we should buy less toys for her in the future. Last time I went to the storeroom, I didn’t see anything but all sorts of her toys there."
Feng Fanghua was about to walk out with her granddaughter bent over, but she unconsciously looked up at her...
After Qin Mu finished greeting them and walked away, Feng Fanghua stood up, knowing that Qin Mu must have seen the toy placed on Huanhuan’s bed the night before, thinking it was bought by her, and sighed unconsciously.
Keeping such a secret made her particularly uncomfortable. She had lied plenty of times for her son before, but back then, her son didn’t pay her any attention, so it didn’t hurt her.
But now, seeing how Qin Mu naively trusted her, without a hint of doubt, truly made her feel a bit miserable.
The sun outside was a bit harsh, even though it was autumn, the sun was still scorching, with strong winds, or perhaps even more scorching than before.
Qin Mu drove to work, her mind preoccupied with her day’s tasks, speeding up a little.
Some might look down on her little car, but upon reaching the studio, she was immediately whisked away; her colleague drove her car to the clothing factory, the designers held a meeting together, and then each set off to start their