Qin Mu subconsciously glanced at Mu Yichen, then lowered her head and continued to remain silent.
"And you, don’t think that just because you aren’t speaking, you’re off the hook. Would he have stayed out all night if you had insisted on coming back? Rongcheng isn’t so large that one needs to spend the night at a hotel, right? Even tonight, why suddenly go to the apartment? Can’t fit in the house anymore?"
Feng Fanghua rambled on and on. Mu Yichen was getting impatient, but Qin Mu was about to burst into laughter.
Feng Fanghua saw her lips constantly moving and with no sense of seriousness, unconsciously furrowed her brows even more: "Qin Mu, I’m talking about you. Can’t you take this seriously?"
"Yes! It’s not that I’m not taking it seriously, it’s just that I really like it!"
Qin Mu finally couldn’t hold back her laughter, her eyes shone brightly as she looked at the woman sitting with poise on the sofa.
Feng Fanghua was so shocked she nearly couldn’t close her mouth—could someone being scolded not be angry or hurt, but instead say they really like it?
"Thank you for making me feel like I’m being treated as a daughter."
Mu Yichen was even more unhappy: "What daughter?"
Qin Mu cast him a glance, not caring whether he liked it or not, only wanting Feng Fanghua to express herself: "I will definitely insist on coming home early from now on, and try to have dinner with you and Dad every day. I promise."
The ignored man was feeling a bit miffed on the inside.
And just as Feng Fanghua had prepared many things to say and teach them, she suddenly became speechless, mouth agape for quite a while, involuntarily turning to her husband who had been trying to hold back laughter, awkwardly she had no choice but to turn the topic to him: "Old Mu, are you also not taking this seriously?"
Mu Zihao raised his hand, but never lifted his head, fearing that if he did, his laugh-contorted face would be observed.
"All sick, really sick!"
Feng Fanghua immediately didn’t know how to handle the embarrassment, slowly stood up while mumbling, and finally pointed at Qin Mu, and by the time she finished, she had retreated outside the sofa and then returned to her room.
"It’s getting late, I’ll go back to my room too."
Mu Zihao saw his wife leave and also stood up.
Qin Mu was still standing, obediently nodding and greeting.
"Hmm! You sleep early too."
Mu Zihao nodded and left. When it was just the two of them, Mu Yichen sat in the sofa like a young master, but Qin Mu was still standing, looking puzzled and asking him, "Why are you sitting down? Let’s go upstairs."
"You haven’t had your medicine."
The herbal medicine indeed worked, but it was also incredibly bitter to drink.
Qin Mu hurriedly checked on her daughter in her room, and then reluctantly went with him to the dining room. The maid served them the medicine before going to rest, and the two stared at each other.
"Has it been half a month already? Why don’t you try some, President Mu? You might enjoy the flavor."
Qin Mu moved the bowl slightly with both hands, gazing down into it with a look of dread, knowing just by looking that it was bitter, and sensing by smell that it was utterly noxious.
She then looked up, devilishly smirking at President Mu, urging him to give it a try.
Mu Yichen unconsciously raised his eyebrows and reclined leisurely against the back of the chair, his gaze steady as he eyed her bowl, not uttering a sound until finally he chuckled, "Good medicine is bitter to the taste, Mrs. Mu better drink it while it’s warm."
"President Mu doesn’t want to taste it? Don’t you love your wife enough to share some of her burden?"
Qin Mu rested her elbows lightly on the edge of the table, looking dissatisfied at the somewhat indifferent young master across from her, trying to cajole him.
Mrs. Mu completely lost the will to coax him further, silently sipped the medicine bowl by bowl, each sip being truly...
Mu Yichen had actually sneaked a taste before. The flavor was indeed bitter, but compared to the side effects of Western medicine, this was clearly more suitable for nourishing her body. It was bitter, yes, but considering the hardships she’d endured over the years, the bitterness in this medicine was nothing to her.
And sure enough, she quickly finished a bowl.
Qin Mu then eyed the other bowl in the thermos; Mu Yichen proactively helped her pour it. With a look of absolute resignation, she watched as Mu Yichen filled it up without saying another word, and gradually sipped it down.
After taking her medicine, Qin Mu immediately went to the kitchen and got a spoonful of honey to put in her mouth, still eating it when she was embraced from behind.
"Good medicine is bitter, but getting your body in order is more important than anything else, isn’t it?"
Mu Yichen wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and cooing softly to her, Qin Mu could only let out a hum of laughter; after all, he was right.