His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1189: Chapter 334: Finally Stopped Tossing and Turning (Part 2)

The doctor stood in front of her bed, staring at her leg, with a thin blanket covering it.

Qin Mu was too lazy to lift the blanket, so she just pulled it up from the bottom, revealing one beautiful foot. No, only one foot remained beautiful; the other was wrapped in bandages. The top of the foot was fine; the sole had been treated, and there was a bit of padding.

”Has there been any bleeding since you went home?”

”I don’t think so?”

Qin Mu instinctively tilted her head to look at the arch of her foot.

The doctor looked down at her foot as well, but Mu Yichen’s expression made him reluctant to glance at the woman too much. It was only after Qin Mu’s small movements that he reflexively took a quick look at her, smiled slightly at her cute demeanor, then lowered his eyes, focusing on his own thoughts.

”It shouldn’t be anything serious, but if the fever persists tonight, you must go to the hospital for another checkup tomorrow!”

”Alright! Thank you!”

”Then I’ll take my leave! Here’s my business card!”

Before the doctor left, he habitually left his contact information.

”Thank you for your trouble!”

Qin Mu politely said to him.

The doctor nodded with a slight smile, and then left.

After he left, Qin Mu still felt that his expression was a bit strange but couldn’t figure it out, so she decided not to dwell on it.

Instead, she bent down again to cover her foot with the blanket, then slowly leaned back against the headboard, looking down at the business card he left behind.

”Lin Xiangxi!”

Wow! Such a unique name!

Qin Mu placed the business card aside, then picked up her book to continue reading. But after glancing at it, she remembered someone mentioned the young master just now.

He really came here.

Just didn’t come to his own room!

He still remembers that phrase, right?

He won’t come to find her, so either she goes back on her own, or otherwise...

Forget it!

She focused on her book again. As for Mu Yichen, he has his own choices; anyway, the elders wouldn’t let her downstairs in her current condition.

This way, they avoided a meeting downstairs, or rather, avoided a meeting in Paris.

Dinner was ready quickly, and when everyone sat down, Feng Fanghua pulled Mu Yichen outside: ”Go call your wife to come down for dinner!”

”How should I call her?”

Mu Yichen asked, as if he couldn’t manage it.

”How do you call her? Her foot is injured and she can’t walk. Can’t you just carry her down?”

Feng Fanghua looked at her son, truly making her anxious.

”Haven’t you often taught us to restrain ourselves in front of elders?”

”What? You! Then you better restrain yourself for this lifetime!”

Feng Fanghua was so angry she almost couldn’t speak. She turned back to look at him after she walked in: ”Why didn’t you behave like this before? Always flaunting affection in front of us. Now you’re pretending to be a good boy? If she doesn’t come down, then you better not come over!”

Feng Fanghua said, then went to her seat.

”Grandma, why aren’t you letting Dad have dinner?”

Huanhuan, sitting in a chair, listened for a while and felt sorry for her dad.

”When did I stop him from eating? I can’t control him!”

Feng Fanghua said.

Huanhuan blinked her eyes, holding a big bowl, looking outside the dining room, at her poor dad.

The old man chuckled: ”This kid will be the death of me one day.”

”Better start eating! Our family hasn’t had a meal together in a long time!”

Mu Zihao regretted that his son flew all the way over and couldn’t even enjoy a meal.

However, just as he said this, he looked up to see his son had already found a seat and sat down. Mu Yichen, feeling awkward, raised his eyes to look at everyone: ”Let’s eat first! I haven’t even had a sip of water all day.”

Dealing with Ms. Feng, he could only use this tactic.

Feng listened, her chest tightening, but because she was angry, she didn’t ask him to quickly eat.

”Take time with the children’s issues; now that they’re here, you’re afraid they won’t see each other?”

Mu Zihao whispered to Feng Fanghua.

But Feng Fanghua was worried, worried that the young couple wouldn’t meet for a proper talk.

If things escalate, what then?

”Young man! Did you hire someone to pull up the grass and replace it with a basketball court at the door?”

The old man looked up at his grandson and asked.

”Yes!”

Mu Yichen didn’t lift his eyes, just served himself soup and replied, then seriously drank his soup.

”Why did you do that? What does her injury have to do with the court? Everyone liked exercising there.”

Feng Fanghua asked, puzzled.

”It was nice! Nice enough for endless bleeding!”

Mu Yichen said, lifting his eyes to glance at his mother.

Feng Fanghua was instantly at a loss for words.

”This will only make your wife angrier. She finally found some joy.”