Mu Yichen didn’t leave the house until after dinner, and Qin Mu didn’t know why. After he left, Feng Fanghua, curious, asked Qin Mu, "Why is he going out so late again?"
"I also... probably to meet Jing Feng for a drink," Qin Mu guessed, thinking it inappropriate to say he didn’t know or that it wasn’t suitable to discuss.
"Is he on good terms with Jing Feng?" Feng Fanghua immediately latched onto the mention of Jing Feng as Qin Mu retracted his gaze from the outside and nodded, only to see the anxiety on Feng Fanghua’s face.
"His relationship with Jing Feng won’t change just because of the old master of the Jing Family," Qin Mu reassured somewhat subconsciously.
"That would be best; as long as those two get along, the Jing Family can’t do much against Yichen no matter what they try. Eventually, Jing Feng will be the one calling the shots for the Jing Family," Feng Fanghua immediately found a new lead to discuss once Qin Mu mentioned Jing Feng, and Qin Mu, aware that she was planning for the future, just nodded, trying to smile but finding it somewhat difficult.
Feng Fanghua looked at her granddaughter, who was falling asleep in Qin Mu’s arms, and asked, "Have you two been avoiding pregnancy recently?"
The abrupt change of topic startled Qin Mu, making her dark eyes sparkle exceptionally.
"Don’t get mad at me for being blunt, though you two haven’t had a wedding, you’ve registered your marriage, and Huanhuan is already three years old. Don’t you want to give her a little brother?" Feng Fanghua sat on the sofa, looking at her adorable granddaughter and then at the woman holding her.
Qin Mu clearly hadn’t considered giving Huanhuan a little brother, but the thought of having another child had crossed her mind. She didn’t care whether it would be a boy or a girl.
Mu Yichen had never mentioned having a preference for a boy or a girl either, just that he wanted another child with her.
"You’re still young now, and this is the best time for your body to recover quickly after having a baby. Don’t wait until you’re twenty-seven or twenty-eight to have another one. It’s harder to recover after giving birth, and it’ll be harder to maintain your figure," said Feng Fanghua, encouraging her.
Qin Mu wasn’t certain if she was right but suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
"Today, I even asked Huanhuan if she wanted a little brother. She does want one! If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself tomorrow morning," Feng Fanghua said with a laugh, as if it were true.
"Uh, okay!" Qin Mu could only weakly agree.
"You’ve been taking care of your body recently. Once it’s better, you should try for a baby, okay? While your father-in-law and I can still help out," Feng Fanghua suggested.
Qin Mu nodded with a smile after a moment, letting her glance fall as she hid the hesitation in her eyes.
"The best news your father and I could hear right now is that you’re pregnant and are giving us another grandchild. Then, I’ll have nothing more to ask of you, and you can do as you please," Feng Fanghua continued, holding her cup of tea gently.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but chuckle involuntarily; she understood Feng Fanghua’s meaning now.
In other words, as long as she had another son, whatever trouble she or Mu Yichen might cause with the Jing Family or anyone else, Feng Fanghua wouldn’t care.
Looking down at her sleeping daughter, Qin Mu didn’t take Feng Fanghua’s words to heart, but suddenly thought, perhaps it was indeed time to give her daughter a brother or sister?
Just like how she herself had been alone outside since she was little with no one to care for her. Would it have been less lonely with a brother or sister?
And with Huanhuan being so adorable, how could she let her feel lonely?
The feeling of not being loved or cherished, she thought it best not to let her daughter experience that. So, yes, it was time to have another child.
After tonight, she was very certain about wanting a second child.
However, she didn’t rush to tell Mu Yichen; she simply stopped drinking coffee and so on.
While Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua were discussing the possibility of a second child, the Qin Family was in high spirits.
"Mom, look at me. The doctor said it’s an allergy. It’s been killing me," Qin Mingzhu complained as she rubbed her itchy skin.
"Let me see! How did this happen? You’ve never had allergies before, and I don’t have allergic reactions either," her mother replied.
Even though medication had been prescribed, the welts on her body took a while to dissipate and still itched. Qin Mingzhu, arriving home and seeing her parents sitting and drinking tea, immediately went over and began to act coquettishly in front of Zhang Rujia.
Qin Haiming, however, couldn’t help but lift his gaze, recalling his past: "I’m allergic."
Mother and daughter both curiously looked at him, Qin Haiming offered a slight smile: "I’m allergic to kiwifruit, and Qin Mu has the same issue."
"What?" Qin Mingzhu asked with curiosity, thinking it odd since they never ate that fruit at home.
"Looks like all three of us in the family have this problem. It must be hereditary," Qin Haiming said with a bit of pride, but the pleased expression on his face was faint.