His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1190: Chapter 334: Finally Stopped Tossing and Turning (Part 3)

Mu Zihao whispered to him.

The maid carried the meal from behind him to deliver it to Qin Mu. When Mu Yichen looked up, the maid had already walked out of the dining room, letting out a silent sigh.

In his pitch-black eyes, there was clearly a concern for her, a distress at being unable to see her despite wanting to.

”Playing ball isn’t her forte, if you want to play, find a better place when we return to the country.”

Mu Yichen said.

”Hmph! You’re just jealous, aren’t you?”

The old man immediately revealed the truth.

Mu Yichen looked up at him.

”Just because our family is happy here, while you’re suffering in Rongcheng with nowhere to vent, you used Qin Mu’s injury as an excuse to kill her joy, didn’t you?”

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao looked at the old man in confusion and then curiously at their son.

They still thought Mu Yichen was worried that Qin Mu would get injured again.

”So what if I am?”

Mu Yichen asked, with an attitude that was provoking yet made them reluctant to hit him.

”So what if you are? I’ll educate you once I’ve finished eating!”

The old man threatened, gritting his teeth and glaring at his beloved grandson.

Mu Yichen did not refute, he bowed his head and started eating.

Feng Fanghua was somewhat worried as she glanced at her father-in-law, afraid he might really hit her son.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao thought that after dinner, Mu Yichen would go to Qin Mu’s room to sleep, given there was no other bed in the house.

But...

After he helped his son bathe and coaxed him to sleep, he surprisingly carried a blanket to the living room.

At ten thirty, everyone returned to their rooms. Mu Zihao was there smoking, watching the news, and upon hearing very soft footsteps, Mu Zihao looked up and saw his son approaching.

He tossed the blanket gently onto the longest sofa, walked over, sat down, and picked up the cigarette pack on the coffee table, pulling out one and lighting it.

”Are you planning to sleep here tonight?”

”Since Grandpa’s fine, I’m leaving early in the morning.”

Mu Yichen inhaled deeply once the cigarette was lit, then slowly spoke.

”Leaving? Just like that? Without even seeing your wife?”

Mu Zihao frowned, not understanding.

”Hmm! Nothing to see!”

Mu Yichen said.

”Nothing to see? Wasn’t it once a life-or-death love?”

Mu Yichen said nothing, just took another drag from his cigarette.

”Yichen, this way it makes Dad mistakenly think your feelings for each other aren’t as they used to be. Tell Dad honestly, have your feelings for your wife faded? Or have you found someone better?”

Mu Zihao suddenly recalled rumors circulating in the city recently.

”Your son doesn’t have so many emotions!”

Mu Yichen said, flicking the ash into the crystal ashtray on the table.

”So the feelings have faded?”

Mu Zihao asked again.

Mu Yichen said nothing, just irritably raised his hand to lightly touch his lips.

”It’s been months, hasn’t it? You’ve never gone so long without seeing her before.”

”She’s not a child anymore!”

Mu Yichen said, half-narrowing his eyes.

”So then? What are your plans for the future? Just continue separating like this?”

”If Grandpa’s health is fine, you should return to Rongcheng!”

Mu Yichen said, then leaned back on the sofa, pinching his brow in mild discomfort.

”Yichen! This isn’t like you, tonight you must give Dad some reassurance, let Dad know what you’re thinking, okay?”

Mu Zihao leaned forward, earnestly staring at his son.

”I’m not thinking about anything! This is just how it is now!”

After Mu Yichen finished speaking, he couldn’t help but scoff, something sharp in his pitch-black eyes gradually softening.

”Between a married couple, misunderstandings can’t exist. Separation just makes your feelings worse, don’t you understand? Like why you followed her to Paris back then? Weren’t you afraid she’d forget you? So why now, would you leave her here?”

Mu Yichen didn’t respond, nor was he willing to, just arrogantly leaned back on the sofa smoking.

Anxiously, Mu Zihao took a harsh drag as well.

”Son! The men in our family are devoted, I know this better than you, but let me tell you, devotion doesn’t give you the right to bully your wife.”

Mu Yichen slightly raised his eyes, noticing that his father was quite persuasive.

”Back then, I watched as your grandpa and grandma quarreled all the time, caring deeply for each other yet never saying words to make each other happy. When your grandma passed, how regretful your grandpa was..., Yichen, Dad hopes you won’t be someone who speaks against their heart, okay?”