His Beloved Treasure

It seems like I shouldn’t be too worried, after all, her parents are still alive and they love her a lot, they should always be by her side.

When Qin Mu thought of Helian Hao’s mother, he suddenly remembered the person who was forever missing from his life.

The plane that Mu Zihao went to pick up hadn’t been mentioned to Mu Yichen.

A few people got into the car noisily and headed home.

Qin Mu received a call from Xiaomei on the way and got off the car halfway through.

The driver took the rest back home.

After sitting down on the sofa, Feng Fanghua said tiredly, ”Finally home! That was quite a tiring trip.”

Huanhuan was already asleep on Grandpa’s back, and Mu Zihao said, ”I’ll go put Huanhuan down first.”

Feng Fanghua nodded her head, but the aunt came out and said, ”Master, let me put the young miss down instead.”

The family’s helpers all liked this little girl, so Mu Zihao ended up sitting with Feng Fanghua on the couch, and soon the table was full of tea and water, Mu Zihao massaged her shoulders and asked her, ”Spending so long in Paris this time, did you gain anything?”

”Of course I did!”

Feng Fanghua said, recalling the several boxes she brought back, her mood especially cheerful, rejuvenating her spirit a lot.

”I bet you didn’t want to come back, did you? Despite having two kids, you still manage to keep busy.”

As Mu Zihao continued to press her shoulders, Feng Fanghua smiled contentedly.

”I won’t lie to you, I did kind of not want to come back. As soon as I’m back, I have to take care of you, and that’s exhausting for me. Besides, these two young ones won’t cause me trouble. Huanhuan even helped me choose things.”

Feng Fanghua proudly shared that she almost bought everything Huanhuan had helped her pick out.

”Should I call your son so he can come see you? He’s lost quite a bit of weight recently.”

”Why call him? If he’s lost weight, it’s not for me. Just don’t tell him.”

Feng Fanghua raised her head stubbornly, like a child.

That evening, the kitchen was busy preparing a lavish dinner to welcome them home. Meanwhile, Mu Zihao’s cell phone started ringing in the living room. Feng Fanghua glanced at his phone and then gave him a look: ”Your son!”

”You answer it!”

Mu Zihao was reading the news and did not feel like answering the phone.

”You answer!”

Feng Fanghua thought, remember I said not to tell him I’m back?

With no choice, Mu Zihao went to answer, but before doing so, Feng Fanghua told him, ”Don’t reveal a word to him.”

Mu Zihao nodded, being powerless against the mother and son and answered the phone: ”Hello? Aren’t you coming back for dinner?”

”I’ve got an engagement tonight; I’ll be back late.”

Mu Yichen called just to let him know about this matter.

”Are you sure?”

As Mu Zihao asked his son, he heard Qin Mu’s footsteps returning and looked out at Qin Mu while asking his son.

”Yeah! What’s up? Not used to eating alone?”

Mu Yichen was still standing in his office.

”Ha! If you’re drunk, don’t come back, go to your apartment.”

Mu Zihao immediately retorted after hearing his son ribbing him.

”That’s what I planned. I’m nearby anyway, just worried about you...”

”Alright, alright, hang up!”

Mu Zihao ended the call in a hurry to greet his daughter-in-law.

Looking at his phone, Mu Yichen felt something was off about his father today. Could it be because no one was there to eat dinner with him?

Mu Yichen resignedly put away his phone and then turned to grab his coat and head out.

Mu Zihao noticed that Qin Mu had also lost a lot of weight and couldn’t help but ask with concern, ”What have you been eating in Paris? You’ve lost so much weight?”

He carefully looked at his wife and children but they didn’t seem to have suffered any weight loss.

”What else could she have eaten? She ate whatever we did! But when she was out of the house, we didn’t know. She often ate with her colleagues in the studio.”

Feng Fanghua reminded him.

”Still shirking responsibility, as a mother being there and you still let your child lose weight?”

Mu Zihao leaned in and whispered to Feng Fanghua.

Feng Fanghua...

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh: ”Dad, don’t think Mom took very good care of herself, either. When we were in Paris, she often ate unhealthy food, and her not losing weight wasn’t because she ate better than at home.”

”Cough cough!”

Feng Fanghua coughed, remembering the night when the children were asleep, and Qin Mu took her to a bar. Although Qin Mu couldn’t drink, she could; she even had a few drinks on behalf of her daughter-in-law.

After getting drunk, she could go wild too.

Qin Mu didn’t continue, but she knew that Feng Fanghua would definitely tell Mu Zihao herself, as there were no secrets between the husband and wife, and if there were any temporarily, they wouldn’t last more than a few days.