Qin Mu, noticing the weakness in his voice, couldn’t help but lift her gaze to him, "After finishing the meal, let Xiaomei accompany you to the hospital."
"Does Xiaomei have nothing to do today?"
He asked in a low voice, looking at the breakfast with little appetite.
"She can be free, but if you want her to be busy, then she will be."
After helping him sit down, Xiaomei stood by his side, knowing he might disdain her, her tone a bit stubborn and sad.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but give a low chuckle, "You’re free today, I know."
Xiaomei looked at her gratefully, almost trembling with her smile.
Jian Yan didn’t speak, knowing Qin Mu wanted to set him up with Xiaomei, but this kind of thing...
"I don’t need anyone here, by the way, how is your drawing coming along?"
He asked, taking a sip of the porridge.
"I finished it last night before leaving work. I originally wanted to have you check it today, but you fell ill."
Qin Mu sat down opposite him, subconsciously pushing the small pickles and steamed buns closer to him.
"Hmm, I won’t go there today, both of you should head back early and get busy."
"Can you manage by yourself? Don’t you need to go see a doctor?" Qin Mu asked him, worried.
Jian Yan looked at her intently for a few seconds before speaking again, "Might just be a cold from the sudden drop in temperature. I’ll be fine with some sleep."
Hearing that, Qin Mu didn’t insist anymore. Xiaomei, however, sat by, looking at him grievously, "You have no idea how to take care of your own health."
"How am I not taking care of myself? If I weren’t, would I stay home and rest today?"
Jian Yan defended himself, his voice weary but patient.
Xiaomei didn’t say anything more. In argument, she always lost to this master-disciple duo, unless they chose not to argue with her. So wisely, she just sat quietly.
Later, when the two of them left his home, Xiaomei was still downcast. Qin Mu, opening the car door and getting in, looked at her, "Otherwise, you could go back and say I ordered you to stay and take care of him."
"Forget it, no one but you will he accept."
Xiaomei snorted with a laugh, knowing she didn’t stand a chance.
Qin Mu, feeling helpless, tried to console Xiaomei on the way, but as they neared the studio, Xiaomei suddenly asked her, "Qinqin, can you really not feel it?"
Qin Mu looked at her curiously.
"Can’t you feel that the master’s gaze towards you is different? Can’t you see that he’s never been kind to anyone other than you?"
"Those gossip news might be just that, but is there really nothing to them, don’t you feel anything at all?"
The car slowly pulled to a stop by the road. Qin Mu turned to look at her very seriously, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"He likes you—no, maybe I should say he loves you."
"Who? The master? How is that possible? His look towards me is at best paternal love, understand?"
Xiaomei looked at her, disappointed, realizing that Qin Mu’s mind was truly occupied by only one ’normal’ man, Mu Yichen.
Why hadn’t Jian Yan dated anyone in the past few years if he wasn’t too old to move? Why?
Xiaomei said nothing more, just let out a disinterested "Oh."
Later, the car slowly got back on the road. Qin Mu, however, was thinking, what exactly did the two of them talk about last night? One was in high spirits, the other, the total opposite. It clearly looked like the aftermath of a battle.
But as soon as the two returned to the studio, their colleagues informed them that their designer had once again made the hot search news, accused of plagiarizing someone else’s design.
"I’ll make a phone call."
After Qin Mu and her colleagues finished reading the hot search in the middle of the first floor, she said that and went upstairs alone.
"Who exactly wants to ruin us this time?" Xiaomei couldn’t help but ask angrily.
After Qin Mu went upstairs, she directly called President Mu. Mu Yichen was in a meeting, but upon seeing the phone display "Wife," he immediately picked up.
"Calling at this hour—are you asking me out for dinner?"
Everyone around the conference table fell silent, the unexpected tenderness and humor in President Mu’s voice leaving them all with darkened expressions.
"Do me a favor, someone has bought a Weibo hot search today claiming our studio’s designer plagiarized. This is completely unfounded, so I need you to find the management of this media company and get to the bottom of this."
"Got it, I’ll take care of it right away."
Mu Yichen’s brow was already furrowed as he listened, and after putting down the phone, he immediately instructed the secretary taking notes beside him, "Call Mr. Gao from XK right now and inquire about my wife’s issue."
Secretary Xi hadn’t grasped the situation yet, but after hearing a few keywords, she immediately nodded, put down her work, stood up, and went to make the call.