His Beloved Treasure

”Then Jian Yan must personally teach them!”

Qin Mu thought to herself, she certainly wasn’t going to teach her own son.

But she hoped Jian Yan would teach them, whether it was Chengcheng or Huanhuan, she’d be delighted if either of them took over her role.

”Isn’t it a bit too much for JY to teach every generation of yours? People have begged for generations and still can’t have him as a master.”

As Xiaomei handed a paper crane she’d folded over to Chengcheng, she mumbled.

But Chengcheng took the paper crane, gave it a glance, found it boring, and tossed it onto the sofa, then leisurely started tearing the paper into a mess.

”Wow! This kid is exactly like his sister was! But he seems a bit more patient!”

Xiaomei was startled by his actions.

”That’s actually good! I think Huanhuan’s temperament is a bit lacking in steadiness, but I hope her brother can be a bit more composed, and it’s good for boys to be more steady.”

Qin Mu thought of Mr. Mu, with a bit of a sly glint in her eyes.

”Hehe! Are you hoping he’ll be like his dad?”

”Forget it! I don’t want my future daughter-in-law complaining to me all the time!”

Qin Mu thought to say, is Mr. Mu considered steady? That’s just being shrewd and deep.

Mr. Mu, that sly fox, hehe!

”You speak as if you’re living a difficult life, everyone in Rongcheng knows Mr. Mu pampers you so much he’s forgotten who he is, the whole Mu Family treats you like the lady of the house, even Chengcheng’s grandparents wouldn’t dare look down on you, they praise you to high heavens in public.”

Xiaomei teased.

Qin Mu: ”...Where did you hear such baseless rumors?”

”On the internet, of course, they’re everywhere online.”

Qin Mu...

”But lately, people are saying that you’ve become overly popular in Rongcheng in just a few years, it might be a sign of a downfall, pretty much every woman is eyeing your husband now, if he has another cold war with you, I’m afraid...”

Qin Mu’s neck stiffened, Xiaomei’s words made her feel uneasy, were those women going to try to steal her husband?

”If they can take him, that’s their skill! I’m just afraid they can’t even get near Mr. Mu!”

Qin Mu grumbled a bit displeased.

Seeing Qin Mu was about to get temperamental, and noticing Chengcheng was truly bored in the room, Xiaomei picked up Chengcheng: ”Auntie will take you downstairs to find other uncles and aunties to play with, they have lots of delicious food!”

Chengcheng didn’t actually know what delicious food meant, in fact, Chengcheng wasn’t a kid who loved snacking.

After they left, Qin Mu sent a message to Mu Yichen: ”Mr. Mu, I heard there are quite a few butterflies around you lately?”

Mu Yichen was still in a meeting, but seeing the four characters of his wife’s message, he pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and casually picked up his phone.

Dear husband: ”What makes you say that?”

Dear Mrs. Mu: ”The internet!”

Dear husband: ”Mrs. Mu believes what’s on the internet? Perhaps it’s a way of showing care for your husband?”

Dear Mrs. Mu: ”...”

Dear husband: ”Rest assured, Mrs. Mu, even if there are butterflies everywhere outside, your husband won’t see them!”

Dear Mrs. Mu: ”You can shut up now!”

Dear husband: ”In a meeting!”

Qin Mu immediately typed a series of ellipses, but deleted them before sending.

Since he’s in a meeting, she’d better not disturb him, otherwise if others heard it might seem like she was trying to cause chaos.

Dear husband: ”They’re used to it! Go on, keep talking!”

Dear Mrs. Mu: ”Mr. Mu, are you joking with me? Do I often send messages when you’re in meetings? How come I don’t know that?”

Dear husband: ”Because you’re not on site!”

Dear Mrs. Mu: ”...”

In the future, during his work hours, especially in the morning, she really should send fewer messages.

Work, work, she decided to start with designing supporting characters’ outfits, once designed, she’d switch out several colors, usually, supporting characters’ costumes are much fewer than the main ones, so Qin Mu decided to quickly get these supporting roles done for Wen Runuan to see.

Later, when Xiaomei went off to work, Qin Mu put on a music concert in the office for Chengcheng to listen to while she continued drawing.

Chengcheng sat on the sofa, glanced at it a couple of times, then with a baffled look, his pure eyes looked at his busy mom.

His eyes seemed to be saying: Are you sure your son at this age can understand such elegant concerts?

But Chengcheng couldn’t speak, so he just lowered his head and played by himself.

Feng Fanghua, after attending an activity at noon, went to her studio, Xiaomei politely invited her upstairs, then opened the door to the sound of a cello playing, as she got closer and saw the TV screen, she immediately looked at her poor grandson.