His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1191: Chapter 334: Finally Stopped Tossing and Turning (Part 4)

Mu Zihao asked Mu Yichen, both consulting and requesting.

”Don’t worry about it!”

Mu Yichen suddenly felt an overwhelming fatigue, said this, then took a throw pillow, placed it under his head, and lay down.

Mu Zihao frowned even more deeply, looking at his son with concern. This refusal to open up made people even more anxious.

Later, the two of them, one watched the news, the other fell asleep.

Mu Yichen opened his eyes close to midnight, the living room lights were off, but Mu Zihao was still sitting there. Unconsciously, he asked, ”You’re not going to sleep yet?”

”I can’t sleep!”

Mu Zihao spoke with uncharacteristic irritability.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, then turned towards the sofa: ”Go to sleep!”

Mu Zihao glanced at his back, thought for a moment, then turned off the TV and went back to his room.

After he left, Mu Yichen didn’t move for a long time.

The entire house went quiet; he could even hear his own breathing.

After Mu Zihao returned to the room, Feng Fanghua woke up: ”That kid is still downstairs?”

”Yes! Leave him be! He says he’s leaving early tomorrow morning, he probably really doesn’t intend to meet her.”

When Mu Zihao lay down, Feng Fanghua sat up.

Worried.

”And you didn’t say anything to him?”

Feng Fanghua asked anxiously.

”I’ve said all I should have, but he didn’t listen to a single word.”

Mu Zihao gave up.

If even Mu Zihao gave up, although Feng Fanghua was troubled, she felt even more hopeless, so she lay back down to sleep.

In her heart, if Mu Zihao’s words had no effect on their son, then anyone else...

would be even more pointless!

Qin Mu wasn’t asleep; the housekeeper said he was downstairs, Feng Fanghua said he was downstairs, everyone said he was just downstairs.

Yet, he was only downstairs.

During such a deep night, she slowly endured the torment of insomnia, slowly scrolled through every possible page on her phone, even going through every single comment on some news posts.

Apparently, this is what people mean when they say being together is more torturous than being apart.

This was exactly how she felt at that moment.

He was no longer the Mu Yichen of the past, who would fly over to see her at any time, even if just to say some unpleasant things, but he would appear in front of her, making her look at him.

She still remembered that time when he was waiting in his car outside her school. When she climbed into his car, heart full of excitement, thinking how joyful it was to finally meet, he suddenly poured cold water over her head: ”You act so recklessly every day. Other than looking like a girl, there’s nothing girlish about you. Can’t you be a little bit more like other gentle girls?”

At that time, Qin Mu was already in college, and being told she wasn’t like a girl certainly made her unhappy.

”So you don’t like me this way?”

At that time, Qin Mu rarely got provoked by him and dared to ask him, as she quickly turned to look at him, believing for a moment it was all an illusion.

Back then, Mu Yichen stared at her for a long time, but later, when he started the car to take her to get something delicious, he still threw a line: ”I don’t like it!”

Since childhood, he had always been like this, always so stubborn with his words.

Thus, from a young age, she had already confirmed that saying about thin-lipped men being the most unfeeling at his expense.

But so many years had passed since then.

After that, they had a relationship and had Huanhuan.

Later, they got married and had Chengcheng.

Afterwards, she thought they were already growing old together in mutual care.

She was no longer afraid of love, no longer afraid of marriage, and embraced a family as perfect as theirs.

Even if they occasionally fought, they quickly reconciled, and at most, there might be some physical passion, as there was nothing a session of that couldn’t solve.

But this time...

He had been there for several hours, even got a doctor to check her injury, but hadn’t once come in to see her.

Those few hours were complete torture for her; she didn’t have the impulse to rush downstairs to see him, but she was constantly waiting for the door to be opened.

Even if they didn’t speak, just a silent glance.

Yet, nothing! Nothing at all!

What she received, besides the housekeeper, were elders, and then their two beloved children.

She knew she was only fulfilling the promise she had once made, that he wouldn’t come to see her.

But she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, experiencing what’s known as insomnia.

Until the door was quietly turned open from the outside, in the silent space, on that cold bed, she finally stopped the endless turning.

Even her pounding heart quieted down quietly!

The room was too dark to see anything.

Her hand, uncontrollably, clenched the quilt tight.

She even felt the pain from her own feet, but she didn’t dare move, restraining even her breath.

She heard footsteps, the kind of footsteps that only belonged to him, so light, yet so heavy!

She felt it grow even darker before her eyes, pretending to be asleep, while the hands under the quilt clutched tightly, and the cool sweat in her palm felt chilly.