"Am I finding a house for you now just to create trouble for myself?"
Thinking back on their past, Mu Yichen had always regarded Jian Yan as a big friend. Finding a house was a trivial matter, even gifting a house wouldn’t be an issue. However, he was uncertain whether he should let Jian Yan live here regularly.
Jian Yan responded with a light laugh.
"Did something happen?"
Mu Yichen asked again.
"No, I just want to spend more time with my apprentice."
Jian Yan’s eyes were always looking outside and had never glanced at Mu Yichen.
"Then you should find someone else to look for a house."
"Then I’ll ask Mumu. I’m afraid she’ll let me live directly in the studio. Think carefully about who will really benefit from the proximity when that happens."
The car started moving again, Jian Yan’s words sounding like both a threat and a confession.
"I really regret going to look for you back then."
Mu Yichen sighed in response.
Jian Yan still smiled lightly, her face showing indescribable sorrow.
After returning to the studio, Jian Yan went inside first, while Mu Yichen stood by the car, watching his woman’s car approach slowly. He walked over to help her open the door.
When Qin Mu stepped out, her expression was somewhat gloomy, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Was the conversation unpleasant?"
"Indeed, it wasn’t very pleasant!"
He said blandly, his gaze remaining on her.
Xiaomei felt too embarrassed to get out of the car, so she quietly stepped out, gently closed the car door, and scampered inside stealthily.
Afraid of disturbing the couple.
As soon as Xiaomei entered, she saw Jian Yan standing by the window, looking outside. She felt a complex mix of emotions but simply walked over and curiously looked on, feeling a bit awkward. She didn’t understand why Jian Yan was so engrossed, almost as if lost in himself.
Mu Yi was by the car with Qin Mu, talking softly with his eyes lowered.
In Jian Yan’s eyes, they had stood by each other in their youngest days, possessing each other at their prime. They were still so young, still somewhat childish, yet they couldn’t be apart from each other.
He recalled the first time he encountered Qin Mu; Mu Yichen had come to him with a very tempting proposal, but his feelings towards Qin Mu...
Every time Qin Mu smiled and chased after him, the moment he turned around and saw the dazzling light of her smile, it felt like a needle prick to his heart.
Back then, he thought: How sad must this girl’s heart be to wield such a genuine, brilliant fake smile?
He was really annoyed, annoyed that he knew too much.
Now, she was being cornered by the once naïve young man, and although they had known each other for over twenty years, they still seemed so fresh to each other. Her ears blushed with shyness, despite the sharp and disdainful look in the young man’s eyes.
"If you can’t even handle this small matter, are you even my man?"
She pinched his arm with her hand.
Mu Yichen glared with a childlike fierceness, holding his pinched arm but still glaring at her: I don’t care.
Qin Mu was speechless and unconsciously looked towards the window.
She pushed him out of the way and then ran inside with her bag on her back.
Mu Yichen, still covering the pinched area, watched her run inside with a child-like sense of loss.
When he suddenly chuckled mischievously upon turning his head towards the window.
Jian Yan couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the man outside, almost thirty and still so childish.
Does his role as a master require him to watch his apprentice flaunting affection? Would he even mind adding a little bit more to that?
After Qin Mu went in, she saw the two people by the window and stopped by the reception area: "Xiaomei, what are you looking at?"
"I look at whatever the master looks at."
Xiaomei pushed the question back onto her master.
"The master can look, you cannot."
Qin Mu awkwardly insisted.
"Because ’once a teacher, always a father.’ What are you?"
Jian Yan left the window to sit on an individual sofa, not wanting to give Qin Mu another glance.
Once a teacher, always a father!
Did she really regard him as her father?
All these years, whenever she smiled at him greedily, she didn’t consider him an outsider but regarded him as a father instead.
He smiled unconsciously. Because he was facing away, Qin Mu couldn’t see his emotions.
"Mumu, how old is your father this year?"
He lowered his head, deep in thought.
Qin Mu was startled, glanced at Xiaomei subconsciously, only to see Xiaomei immediately lower her head and pretend not to know anything, scampering away.
"I forgot! Over fifty?"
Qin Mu remembered Qin Haiming, but she couldn’t recall his age.
"And what about your master?"
After Qin Mu finished speaking, she realized the implication. It seemed the master was resenting her for making him seem old. She had thought he wanted to quarrel about Qin Hai, which startled her.