These three words, seemingly simple.
After getting out of the car, the two walked inside together. Upon entering the hallway, Qin Mu felt a chill, despite it being the best private hospital in the city.
"The traditional Chinese medicine doctors here are quite famous."
"I just remembered Xiaohao is a doctor; why don’t we go see her?"
By the time the two left the hospital, Mu Yichen was carrying several pounds of Chinese herbs. The traditional doctor had also said she had caught a cold during childbirth and was very weak, so he prescribed several more packets. Qin Mu just looked at the prescription, and although he couldn’t understand it, he frowned.
Mr. Mu didn’t say anything and listened carefully the entire time, heard the doctor ask her some questions, and listened to the doctor prescribe the medicine. After leaving, Mu Yichen said, "I originally wanted to have a second child later, but now it seems we can’t wait."
Qin Mu looked at him as if he were a monster.
"Health is the most important!"
The doctor actually said that to nurse her apparent deficiency in vital energy and blood, having another child for a good recuperation could completely heal her, and the big boss who always believed only in himself actually believed it.
"Last time I mentioned having a child, you said you didn’t want to."
"Mmm, now I want one!"
"That’s called being inconsistent."
Mu Yichen suddenly stopped and looked at her, the two standing in front of the car, eyeing each other stubbornly.
Later, Qin Mu thought about it, according to what the doctor said, she would have to take the medicine for two or three months anyway. By the time they were ready to have a child, it would also be about half a year later, so she didn’t argue with him further and suddenly smiled at him in a pleasing manner.
In the afternoon, she was still buried in work at the office, while Mu Yichen went to the pharmaceutical factory.
Although he dealt with Western medicine, he still did not recommend Qin Mu take it.
But the business of the pharmaceutical factory had still been expanding over the past two years, easily making its way abroad.
He spent nearly two hours in the office reviewing documents. The secretary here was a man in his fifties and could be considered an elder. He was previously Mu Zihao’s secretary and continued in this role after Mu Zihao stepped down. Mu Yichen worked in his office, accustomed to having him stand by and await orders.
The office here was also very different from the ones in the city. From the decorations to the furniture, everything was more antique, the colors aged, but there was no questioning the quality. Items that were decades old still appeared as good as new, which made the man in a Western suit and pants sitting inside seem even more imposing.
At night, when Qin Mu returned home, she was forced to drink Chinese medicine. As she drank, Feng Fanghua said, "You should have treated your illness long ago, but now it’s not too late; you are both young."
Qin Mu forcefully drank the bitter medicine and, while listening to Feng Fanghua’s words, slowed down half a beat in her thoughts. She looked up at Feng Fanghua with a dopey expression.
"I’m talking about you guys having a second child."
Feng Fanghua didn’t beat around the bush, but it caused the woman who was holding a bowl and drinking her medicine to almost choke on it.
"What I’m talking to you about is serious; why are you scared? It’s natural for women to have children. Look, I had Yichen and then not many years later had Qingxin."
Qin Mu nodded, not daring to say anything else, and obediently continued drinking her medicine.
"Probably because you didn’t eat well when you were young abroad, and then you didn’t properly do your postpartum recuperation after giving birth?"
"Actually, my job is quite relaxed."
"Relaxed? Does your thin hair look relaxed to you?"
Qin Mu felt she couldn’t argue with Mrs. Feng, so she chose to remain silent. Mrs. Feng, however, was tirelessly saying, "From now on, I will make you soup to drink every night at home; I guarantee in a few months your hair will be thick and shiny again."
"What kind of soup is that good?"
Qin Mu asked curiously, her large black eyes pure and silly.
"You’ll find out when the time comes."
Qin Mu found Mrs. Feng more and more adorable, and couldn’t help wanting to kiss her. But considering she was drinking bitter medicine and didn’t want to stink up Mrs. Feng, she decided to wait a while before giving her a kiss.
Feng Fanghua saw how obediently Qin Mu was drinking the Chinese medicine and couldn’t help but think of her own daughter: Qingxin would make a big fuss whenever she had to drink Chinese medicine. Sigh, now I don’t even know where she is, she doesn’t give me any definite news, and when she occasionally does video chat with me, she complains I nag too much.
As she talked, she lowered her head, her voice no longer as booming as before.
Qin Mu quietly observed her, not daring to speak carelessly, but she understood that Feng Fanghua really missed her daughter. But her daughter?