His Beloved Treasure

”Mom! Today, Grandma’s family came with me to visit you. We’re all doing well, and now we have Little Chengcheng. His full name is Mu Chengyang, which was chosen by Grandpa. He looks so much like his cold and distant dad.”

”Mom! Happy New Year!”

Later, Qin Mu, holding Chengcheng in her arms and followed by Huanhuan, descended the mountain again to visit the Mu Family’s graveyard.

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”Call Mumu’s dad over too; let’s celebrate the New Year together as a family.”

Before nightfall, the old man spoke to his son.

Mu Zihao nodded and stood up, ”I’ll go and bring him personally.”

As Mu Zihao finished speaking and was about to leave, he coincidentally ran into Mu Yichen returning home, which gave him quite a start.

Mu Yichen’s face was somewhat dark, whether from the evening sky or something else, Mu Zihao stared at him for three seconds, ”Where were you last night?”

”There was some business at the company.”

Mu Yichen answered, then asked in return, ”Where are you going?”

”Your grandpa said to invite Mumu’s dad over for the New Year, so I’m planning to go fetch him myself.”

”I’ll go with you.”

He just didn’t know how to face Qin Mu, so he decided to turn around and follow Mu Zihao.

Mu Zihao actually agreed, wanting to find out what had happened between his son and daughter-in-law.

Feng Fanghua stood at the window, ”Isn’t that Mu Yichen? Why did he come only to leave again so soon?”

”My brother is back?”

Mu Qingxin also ran over and then saw the father and son get into a car together.

On the way, Mu Zihao, sitting in the backseat, asked his son who was driving, ”You fought with your wife again? It’s the New Year, and you two just had your wedding, how come you’re still fighting to the point of not coming home at night?”

Mu Zihao’s voice was very calm; he was heartbroken for his son and reluctant to let him suffer.

”It can only be this way for now; it’s good enough that I can stay for the night.”

Mu Yichen didn’t avoid the question and instead responded with a hint of sarcasm.

”What kind of thing is that to say?”

Mu Zihao frowned, not understanding.

”Your son made a huge mistake!”

Mu Yichen stated.

After hearing this, Mu Zihao fell silent, suddenly realizing. It wasn’t that his son wanted to stay out overnight; it was that his daughter-in-law couldn’t tolerate his son anymore.

Qin Haiming and Uncle Wang were originally having a good New Year’s at home, but after the father and son came to pick them up and they couldn’t decline after two attempts, they followed them.

That evening, everyone got together and made a lot of dumplings, but Qin Mu’s skills were still dreadful, and where others made ten, she managed only one and a half. Ultimately, it was because she was too meticulous, even getting troubled over a few wrinkles.

Mu Qingxin couldn’t stand to watch and grumbled, ”Are you making dumplings or embroidering flowers?”

”It’s the same principle, whatever you do, you have to do it well.”

Qin Mu said calmly, after placing the dumplings on the plate.

Mu Qingxin pouted, then looked at the ones her husband made and couldn’t help but complain, ”Mr. Jiang, why don’t you go out for a cup of tea? Are you making dumplings or what kind of monstrosity?”

Jiang Yan, who had just managed to finish one, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, but he didn’t expect such a brutal critique from his wife.

Seeing Mu Qingxin’s dumplings, Qin Mu remarked, ”Do you think yours turned out any better?”

Mu Qingxin...

Jiang Yan couldn’t help but laugh, raising his hand to drape it over Mu Qingxin’s shoulder, ”Yes, wife, do you think yours turned out that well? All things considered, it’s actually big sister’s dumplings that look the best.”

”I’m going to hit you!”

Mu Qingxin lifted her flour-dusted hand as if to strike, scaring Jiang Yan into making a swift exit.

Feng Fanghua, who was rolling out dough, sighed, ”How old are you guys? Always acting like children, it’s so childish.”

”Mom! How can you dislike me?”

”I don’t just dislike you! I dislike all of you.”

Feng Fanghua also glanced at Qin Mu, who, feeling someone’s eyes on her, quickly looked up, ”Why dislike? I think they’re wrapped quite well.”

”At the rate you’re going, we won’t have dumplings to eat next year either,” Feng Fanghua told her.

The aunt came out of the kitchen, bringing a bowl of chive filling, which smelled particularly appetizing during the New Year and whet the appetite.

”Madam and the second young mistress, as well as the son-in-law, should go to the living room and watch TV. We’ll take care of things here,” the aunt suggested.

This year, two maids and a chef were kept at home to help, so the younger generation wasn’t needed in the dining area.

Before Qin Mu left, she said, ”Mom, don’t you think it’s much better than last year?”

Qin Mu said to Feng Fanghua, looking at her own dumplings.

Feng Fanghua smiled helplessly.

”Let’s go, my dear big sister.”

Mu Qingxin, who had already gone out with Jiang Yan, quickly turned back to pull Qin Mu who seemed reluctant to leave.