His Beloved Treasure

Rui Sen had one hand in the pocket of his trousers and waved to her with the other.

Rui Sen in Paris must have been the type chased by many girls, always wearing trousers with a white or blue shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit to show his wrists, looking sunny, tall, and handsome; yes, the legendary tall, rich, and handsome!

”Heading home!”

Upon departure, Qin Mu raised her arm and shouted happily, eager to go back to hold her dear little ones and shower them with kisses, but...

”Why rush home? You can talk about going home after you come out from the grove, it’s not too late.”

Qin Mu said it casually, but it really slipped her mind afterward; she was naturally joking and didn’t mean it seriously.

But, what kind of person is Mu Yichen?

No need to mention his cleverness; he acts swiftly and decisively.

Qin Mu was so scared she almost hugged herself, muttering quietly: ”I was just saying, didn’t I spend the whole afternoon feeding you?”

”You think I’m so easy to dismiss?”

Mu Yichen slightly turned his face to glance at her.

Qin Mu crossed her arms, pretending to be fierce: ”Mu Yichen, do you want to kill me?”

Starting to complain.

Mu Yichen, however, didn’t look at her, just seriously drove, occasionally gazing at the scenery outside, his eye corners subtly lifting.

It was warm inside the car, amidst the chilly, shivering winter outside.

The car ultimately didn’t reach the grove, stopping briefly at the home entrance scared Qin Mu almost to death.

Mu Yichen turned towards her, resting one hand on the seat behind her head: ”Owe me a grove visit?”

”Yes, I owe you! Now drive home quickly!”

Qin Mu couldn’t resist him and had to promise, but she couldn’t help but pat his arm.

Mu Yichen got the answer he wanted and then started the car again, driving inside.

Qin Mu was craving a peek at Chengcheng and Huanhuan; Mu Yichen didn’t stop her, just followed along.

Standing at the door like a bodyguard, patiently leaning against the doorframe waiting.

Qin Mu watched beside her son’s bed for a while, then turned to Mu Yichen and softly asked: ”Why don’t we take Chengcheng to sleep in our room? He looks so lonely on his own, especially in this winter!”

”Another ten visits to the park?”

Mu Yichen smiled lightly, seeming accommodating.

Qin Mu immediately shut her mouth, left her son, and exited with him.

Qin Mu then went to Huanhuan’s room; Huanhuan was already asleep snuggling her toy peacefully. Qin Mu thought of waking her; perhaps Huanhuan would kindly take her in?

Ever since Huanhuan started liking other boys, especially Jian Yan, Mu Yichen hasn’t been as distant with Huanhuan as before, acting like a warm-hearted father.

So he would definitely agree to Huanhuan’s requests.

But, but...

She ultimately obediently lay beside him in the same bed, especially after having bathed together in the bathroom.

However, later that night, Mu Yichen wasn’t as beastly; after just half an hour, he relented.

Then, they slept exceptionally well, waking up only at dawn without even dreaming.

The next day.

After six thirty in the morning, dawn was just breaking, the old man had already risen to practice Tai Chi, the butler accompany the practice, the kitchen was busy preparing breakfast, and the aunt began cleaning.

Feng Fanghua had already risen, took a vitamin pill after getting up, then went to find her grandchildren, those two little ones were still asleep. Feng Fanghua first went to Huanhuan’s room; Huanhuan usually woke at seven ten, then she headed to her grandson’s room, with Chengcheng sitting up, rubbing his eyes, looking sleepily at his grandmother.

”Grandma!”

The soft call melted Feng Fanghua’s heart.

”Good morning, darling! How did you sleep last night?”

Feng Fanghua walked over, sat by his bed, and gently touched his little nose.

”Uh-huh!”

Chengcheng nodded, continuing to look blankly at his grandma; he wasn’t fully awake yet, hazy and like he could still doze off again, but he was reluctant to sleep more, eager to play as soon as the day brightens.

Mu Zihao, after washing up, went to Chengcheng’s room: ”I’ll carry Chengcheng downstairs, you go check on Huanhuan to see if she should get up.”

Mu Zihao saw Chengcheng dressed already, so he coordinated tasks with Feng Fanghua.