His Beloved Treasure

”By the way, I bought some stuff.”

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed again.

”Just bought a portion of whatever Xiaohao bought.”

”Why?”

”Why are there so many ’whys’? If you don’t let me eat now, the one in my stomach is going to protest.”

Qin Mu felt like she was being interrogated and felt wronged.

”Fine! After dinner, you’ll explain everything slowly!”

Mu Yichen also started to eat, casually reminding her in a flat tone.

Scared, Qin Mu didn’t dare to finish her meal.

After dinner, Mu Yichen carried Huanhuan upstairs. Although Qin Mu helped Huanhuan bathe, Mu Yichen felt that it was becoming inconvenient for Qin Mu to do so and considered hiring a housemaid.

Later, it was Mu Yichen who coaxed Huanhuan to sleep, urging his wife, who he suspected was too tired, to go to their room to wash up and wait for him in bed.

After half-past ten, the two lay in bed under the blanket and chatted. Qin Mu burst into giggles upon hearing Mu Yichen talk about Qiao Yi, her body shaking with laughter as she lay on his chest.

”So, what’s Qiao Yi up to now?”

”He went out drinking with Jiang Zhiyuan tonight!” Mu Yichen said, noting that Jiang Zhiyuan had called him out, and Qiao Yi hadn’t wanted to invite him, but it was pointless—he had to go home and be with his wife.

”Qiao Yi’s got it tough too!”

Qin Mu said but couldn’t help chuckling.

First, there was Jing Qing, who loved without reciprocation and almost turned into an enemy. Then Miss Lin showed up and turned out to be bisexual.

This wouldn’t normally be an issue, but for a man who’s only attracted to the opposite sex, it posed a problem.

”So, if that’s the case, is Su Zhen bisexual or homosexual?”

Qin Mu suddenly thought of an important question.

Mu Yichen frowned—why was she suddenly bringing up that woman?

”It’s probably just homosexual,” he eventually replied, uninterested.

”But if she likes the same sex, why did she get with you... no, it must be bisexual.”

Qin Mu pondered seriously before shaking her head.

”Let’s sleep, it’s late!”

”But if she’s homosexual, why did she try to get your attention as soon as she arrived in Rongcheng?”

Qin Mu continued to ponder.

”Let’s sleep! I’m exhausted!”

Mu Yichen grabbed a pillow to cover his ears and turned away to sleep.

Only then did Qin Mu realize he didn’t want to talk about it, so she kept quiet.

”Fine, let’s sleep!”

So she also turned over, facing away.

The light went off, and the room grew dark, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats echoing against each other.

Qin Mu never closed her eyes, feeling the sudden silence in the room and began silently counting in her mind.

”Weren’t we agreed never to sleep with our backs turned?”

Suddenly he turned over, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and questioned her.

Qin Mu pressed her lips tightly, almost bursting into laughter.

She knew he wouldn’t leave her to sleep alone over such a trivial matter.

Therefore, Qin Mu turned as well, her cool hands reaching out to touch him: ”I was just waiting for you to turn back and coax me.”

”Crafty little thing!”

Mu Yichen bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

Qin Mu wriggled forcefully into his embrace to avoid his kisses.

The atmosphere in the room grew tender and intimate again, and when Qin Mu looked up, he kissed her.

Suddenly, Feng Fanghua’s words, ”you’re not allowed to sleep together,” echoed in both their minds, and they laughed together, though the kiss did not stop. A few seconds later, they were passionately kissing each other, utterly consumed.

When they finally managed to restrain their passion and were about to sleep, Mu Yichen’s phone lit up in the darkness.

”Hello?”

”Has your cold gotten better?”

It was Feng Fanghua’s call.

”Mom, it’s the middle of the night!”

”Am I not just worried about you?”

”Let’s hang up! We’ll talk tomorrow!”

Mu Yichen was truly too lazy to deal with her and sighed after hanging up: ”Feng Fanghua really is a worrywart.”

”Hahaha!”

Qin Mu was already shaking with laughter in his embrace.

She knew her dear mother-in-law would have to call no matter what.

After being hung up on, Feng Fanghua was still annoyed: ”Heaven help that he doesn’t pass his cold onto that girl Qin Mu.”

”Even if he did, it’s nothing. They’re young and strong. If you keep fussing about it, it might seem like you’re going through menopause!”

”What?”

Feng Fanghua had already gotten into bed after Mu Zihao’s remark and turned to look at him in shock.

Mu Zihao immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.

”No way, I’m suddenly so sleepy, let’s sleep!”

Mu Zihao quickly turned off the light and lay down.

Feng Fanghua sat there, unable to process, and in the darkness, she nudged the man next to her: ”Hey, did you just say I’m going through menopause?”