"If she liked Jian Yan, would she still be in Rongcheng?"
Mu Yichen spoke with a lack of enthusiasm, his distinct facial contours extra cold.
"Look, aren’t you still upset? Am I not worried for you? You’ve chased her for so many years, and it was not easy to win her heart, yet her heart isn’t with you—can’t I at least be suspicious?"
"You can doubt whether she loves your son, but you really can’t insult her. Say what you want to me, but it’s best not to mention a single word in front of her, not now, nor in the future."
After Mu Yichen finished speaking, he stood up and went upstairs to his daughter’s room.
Feng Fanghua remained seated in the living room, the warm light shining on her head creating a beautiful halo, but her mood was not beautiful, despite her good intentions.
After he entered Huanhuan’s room, Feng Fanghua sat alone on the sofa, sipping tea. She couldn’t help but scoff, thinking that unless it was praising Qin Mu, he never seemed happy.
Mu Yichen gently closed the door and looked at his daughter who was sleeping with a Peppa Pig plushie, watching her for an extra moment, wanting to take it away but hesitating when she immediately clutched it tighter.
Beneath thick lashes, a pair of pitch-black eyes quietly observed the sleeping form of his little daughter, his lips involuntarily curling into a slight smile.
He knelt quietly by the bed, gazing at the sleeping Little Huanhuan, feeling as if his heart was filled with cotton candy—soft, sweet, and exceptionally comforting.
Even his usually cold gaze became tender. She didn’t love him? Yet she gave him such a precious gift.
Thinking back to when he first met Huanhuan, those pure big eyes looking at him, even calling him ’daddy’...
All those beautiful moments from the past, though lacking at the time, seemed so wonderful in retrospect.
Perhaps because he was with his daughter, he later sat on the carpet beside the bed, his hand gently stroking his daughter’s hair, looking every bit the immature boy.
When Qin Mu came back, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao had already gone to bed. She went straight upstairs and, finding no one in her room, was about to check her daughter’s room when she saw him coming out of it.
"Have you been with Huanhuan all this time?"
He hummed lowly in response and then wrapped his arms around her, intending to head to the bedroom.
"I want to see her too."
They stood face to face, Qin Mu blocked by his embrace could only move backward, "Hey, Mu Yichen, aren’t you being too domineering?
Just because you looked at our daughter doesn’t mean I can’t, you can’t take my place in this."
"First, take a good look at me, and then it won’t be too late to go see our daughter."
The bedroom door closed.
Some say that whether two people love each other can be known in bed. She didn’t know whether they were in the know or not.
In any case, they had always cooperated well, whether made love gently or roughly.
Later, after they both changed into pajamas, Mu Yichen went to Huanhuan’s room and carried her from her bed. With the Peppa Pig plushie in her arms, she was placed in the middle of their big bed.
Mu Yichen covered her well with the blankets, his dark eagle eyes glanced at the woman across from him, and the next moment he walked around to her side.
Qin Mu didn’t get angry, just gave an exasperated smile, and scooted over.
As her hand gently stroked Huanhuan, she too was embraced tightly from behind.
"I heard Jing Qing and Qin Mingzhu came to the house this morning?"
He asked in a low voice, in the quiet space.
She didn’t say another word, feeling the moment was peaceful and warm, their family of three together, nothing could be more beautiful.
"They are all unimportant people, no matter what they say, don’t get angry. It’s not worth upsetting yourself, and it would hurt me too, alright?"
"I know what they are thinking, there’s no use getting angry with them, I’d never win. I’m saving my energy to deal with them."
After saying that, she couldn’t help but laugh involuntarily, and Mu Yichen let go of his worries seeing she didn’t take it to heart.
"What should I do? I’m thinking about it again."
His voice, filled with an allure too magnetic to express, was simply captivating.
Qin Mu reflexively turned on her side, falling right into his expansive embrace.
"Stop it, Huanhuan is here!"
As the night deepened, she didn’t know how she fell asleep, only recalling the next day that she vaguely felt him leave the room for a moment.
That probably wasn’t an illusion?
Qin Mu subconsciously thought, and then she opened her eyes.
Seeing her husband and daughter were still asleep, she quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to make sure she was unharmed.