As soon as Qin Mingzhu saw Qin Haiming’s expression, she sensed something bad, and immediately raised her voice.
"I’m asking you mother? The things you’ve been doing behind my back, you’d better come clean tonight. If I have to find out for myself, you won’t get off so easily."
Qin Haiming, already beside her, looked at his daughter with disappointment, seeing her scared to death and still trying to argue.
"What are you and your daughter up to? Why was it so noisy just now?"
The person who hurt their bones from a fall finally decided to get out of bed and stood on the steps, asking while unsteadily holding onto the side.
By then, Qin Mu had also finally stepped out of their house.
The driver waited beside her: "Miss, let me take you back."
"No need, thank you!"
Qin Mu softly declined, nodded, and began to walk away.
Mu Yichen’s car was already heading over, and she had just taken a couple of steps when she saw his vehicle turning her way, so she stopped in her tracks.
And so the Qin Family’s driver drove back into the estate.
Mu Yichen got out of the car, saw her disheveled hair, her face somewhat beside itself, and her clothes all wrinkled. He frowned unconsciously, stepped forward, and grabbed her hand: "Who hit you?"
Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile, thinking about all the tough situations she had faced abroad, and yet she was rendered helpless by that girl pulling her hair.
Qin Mu held him back, she was very calm at this moment, and not even joking with him, but earnestly said, "With Qin Mingzhu’s temperament, it’s easy to get back at her. It’s fine to wait until we meet her outside next time to take revenge."
Mu Yichen looked down at her, then reluctantly glanced over at the Qin Family’s house again.
Once in the car, Qin Mu said, "Can we go to the apartment first?"
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly. He couldn’t let this incident slide, but understanding Qin Mu’s intentions, he nodded and immediately drove in the direction of the apartment.
In the apartment, she took a shower and then immediately used a hairdryer to dry her hair. Mu Yichen was waiting for her outside, and when she came out again, she was wearing clean, tidy clothes. She walked past the sofa and saw him leaning back into it, and so she went straight over and sat down on his lap: "Let’s go. Don’t make mom and dad worry."
"I should have arrived earlier."
"The situation at that time was not suitable for you to see," Qin Mu said, holding back her laughter.
Her eyes showed such composure, as if the whole affair was just a trifling matter of no great consequence.
"Mrs. Mu, it’s my obligation and my responsibility to protect you."
"You’ve already protected me well enough," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders: "Now let’s hurry back home. Mom, dad, and Huanhuan are waiting for us to come back for dinner."
"I’m not going back!"
He said irritably. He had rushed over to the Qin Family as soon as he received her message but still missed the action.
Seeing his handsome face fall, Qin Mu couldn’t help but sigh softly, coaxing him: "Don’t you want to see mom and dad, or miss our daughter? We didn’t go back last night, and if we don’t go back today, Huanhuan might get sad, thinking we don’t want her anymore."
"So you didn’t want her before?"
In his anger, he could say hurtful things, and Qin Mu found herself at a loss for words.
Yes, she had often left Huanhuan and Xiaomei at home when she was traveling on business with Jian Yan. She had been irresponsible.
"Starting today I want to be a good mother. Take me home, please!"
She had no choice but to act coy.
In the quiet living room, the two gazed at each other, and then Mu Yichen wasn’t in the mood to go home at all.
"Let’s go back later. Tonight let our daughter sleep with us."
The very next moment, Mu Yichen reached under her freshly worn shirt with his hand, his eyes intensely electric as he looked at her, a reminder both of negotiation and of his intent to possess.
She felt her heartbeat quicken, and she knew what was about to happen as soon as he reached out. She soon melted in his arms.
They didn’t even have time to turn off the living room light before he stood up straight, carrying her toward the bedroom.
Because they hadn’t returned for dinner, they were both chided upon their return, and Qin Mu couldn’t argue any points, even enjoying the scolding at that moment.
On the other hand, Mu Yichen seemed a bit impatient: "Has Huanhuan gone to sleep? Let’s go see her."
"You’re already annoyed after just a couple of remarks? Are you thinking of moving out again after having moved back in not long ago? Don’t you want to live with us old folks?" Feng Fanghua sat on the sofa, discontentedly placing her teacup back on the table, her expression increasingly stern.