His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen...

What the hell is ”picking up early”?

Picking up before school ends?

After arriving home, Mu Yichen asked, and Feng Fanghua, standing next to him, helped Huanhuan take off her jacket: ”Yes, we all pick her up half an hour before school ends!”

Mu Yichen...

Qin Mu had just found out too, she was almost crushed to death when she went to pick up that day, alright?

But she ran fast, amongst so many people, like a Young Pioneer racing to be the first at the classroom door, even giving the teacher a fright because she was slightly red-faced from running and barely maintained her composure without gasping for air.

So they all pick up early.

”Now that they’re not learning much anyway, and we also didn’t want Huanhuan to stay at school for dinner, so we just decided to pick her up early.”

”Then why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Mu Yichen was a bit annoyed.

”We thought you knew!”

Feng Fanghua said casually.

Mu Yichen, feeling helpless, sat down on the sofa and forcefully pulled Qin Mu into his arms for a hug.

Qin Mu struggled hard, but without success.

”Daddy, don’t hold Mummy like that, it’ll hurt her very much.”

Huanhuan reminded him kindly, very seriously.

Her big eyes watched her Daddy’s arms embrace Mummy, and as soon as Granny helped her take off her jacket and straightened her hair, she immediately ran over, knelt beside Mummy, and removed Daddy’s hand from Mummy’s shoulder.

Qin Mu was suddenly moved, her precious daughter had become so sensible, knowing to care for her.

Mu Yichen...

”Mu Chenghuan, there are some things you may not know, your Mummy actually likes it when I hold her tightly like this.”

Mu Yichen chuckled, hugged Qin Mu again, but watched his daughter’s reminder.

”Mummy, is that true?”

Huanhuan asked her Mummy, very genuinely.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, just slowly shook her head.

Huanhuan then looked at her Daddy, her eyes seemingly saying: ”See, Mummy said she doesn’t like it.”

Mu Yichen leaned down to whisper into Qin Mu’s ear.

Qin Mu shuddered all over.

Feng Fanghua couldn’t stand it: ”In front of the child, enough is enough, otherwise you two can just move out.”

Lately, Feng Fanghua really couldn’t bear it anymore, these two lovebirds flaunting their affection all the time without any sense of propriety.

Qin Mu, with a wronged look: ”Mom, don’t blame me, let him move out alone.”

Mu Yichen reluctantly let go of Qin Mu, but his dark eyes kept staring at her, as if to say: you dare repeat that?

During dinner, Mu Zihao said: ”You two should find time to pick up Grandpa, okay?”

”Hmm! This weekend then!”

Mu Yichen agreed, then turned his head to look at Qin Mu: ”Will you come with me?”

”Sure!”

Actually, Qin Mu also wanted to visit the countryside.

Seeing her so cooperative for once, Mu Yichen was very pleased and continued to eat his dinner attentively.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao felt at ease watching the two of them chatting so pleasantly.

It’s just that Huanhuan felt a bit unhappy, feeling like she was being overlooked again.

”Can I go too?”

Huanhuan asked, holding her little bowl.

”Huanhuan better not go, the countryside isn’t as nice as here, and aren’t we going swimming this weekend?”

The thought of swimming immediately excited Huanhuan: ”Then I won’t go, but you two better not fight again! And don’t come back too late.”

”You sure have a lot of rules!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but mutter.

”Hmph! Someone has to keep you in check.”

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that she was also well-managed by her son and daughter.

Never backed down to anyone in her life, but rendered helpless because of her children.

After dinner, Qin Mu went to breastfeed her son, and then Mu Yichen took her out.

”Where are we going this late?”

Qin Mu asked.

Mu Yichen glanced at the moon outside, then lowered his head and stretched out his hand to her.

Qin Mu lowered her gaze, understood his gesture, and slipped her hand into his, as he said softly: ”Just a walk.”

Just a walk.

Mu Yichen held her hand and walked on quietly.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao held little Chengcheng and watched from the window: ”If only your son had been this sensible earlier, he wouldn’t have had such a long cold war with Mumu.”

”Don’t keep saying ’your son’, isn’t he our son?”

Mu Zihao reminded her.

”Hmph! As if you’ve never said that. Don’t you often say ’your son did this and that’?”

Little Chengcheng didn’t understand anything, but still couldn’t help but perk up his ears to listen.

He tried hard to reach his mouth with his little hand, but Granny restrained his hand, so he was very upset and fidgeting.