novelraw Chapter 1312 - 363: Careless (Part 3)
Chapter 1312 - 363: Careless (Part 3)
Chapter 1312: Chapter 363: Careless (Part 3)
Mu Zihao’s deep voice spoke to her, hoping she wouldn’t shoulder the responsibility.
"Right! If anyone’s involved with our family, it’s this kid here, bringing back a bunch of messy romantic entanglements every day. We only stayed in Paris for a few months, and you, kid..."
The old man clenched a small teapot in his hand. If it weren’t so valuable, he might have actually thrown it at Mu Yichen.
"Dad!"
Feng Fanghua tilted her head back, seeing the old man’s stance, and was frightened, truly worried that he might smash the teapot on her son’s head.
Mu Yichen was even more stunned, thinking to himself, luckily, the teapot was worth more than him, otherwise, he’d be getting a cracked head.
Qin Mu and Mu Zihao were also startled, while the two little ones playing with toys over there had no idea what was happening.
"Even if Yichen is at fault, talk about it. Don’t just raise your hand at every turn; you’d feel the heartache if you broke it, wouldn’t you?"
Feng Fanghua’s voice grew softer as she spoke, but the old man was quite angry.
"Heartache for what? If he dares to bring another woman into this, I’m not as good-tempered as Mumu; I’d break his leg."
"Grandpa! If you break his leg, won’t the burden fall on me later?"
Qin Mu tried to smile, seeing Feng Fanghua’s pale face from fright, she gently reminded her grandfather.
The old man, seeing his granddaughter-in-law protecting his grandson, sighed helplessly: "You really love shielding him in front of me."
Qin Mu smiled and moved over to sit by the old man’s side, pressing his shoulders with both hands: "This can’t be blamed on Yichen. Wu Jiaojiao is the one who thinks too highly of herself. Yichen never intended to have anything with her; she’s always thinking of ways to cling to Yichen, isn’t she?"
Mu Yichen’s eyebrows twitched slightly, thinking it’s true you know so much!
Thinking about those days when she was so composed, not even willing to say a word to him, she probably understood everything from the start and was deliberately making things difficult for him, wasn’t she?
Alas!
If I dare ask about love, why is this word, which looks so easy to write, so complex?
After hearing his granddaughter-in-law’s words, the old man lost all his anger, besides, how could he really bear to raise his hand against his own grandson: "But don’t think too much for him in the future, lest he truly embarrasses you. This kid shouldn’t be treated too well, or he could easily become arrogant."
"Dad, listen to yourself, is that how you teach your granddaughter-in-law?"
Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but stand by her son’s side; when the whole family sided with Qin Mu, she stood by her son even more. Mu Yichen said nothing, sitting there gloomily, which always made her feel this child was too pitiful.
"So you both side with your son, and I’m not allowed to side with the granddaughter-in-law? Our family is an equal family."
The old man snorted with a lot of swagger.
Qin Mu could hardly suppress her laughter, spoiled by her grandfather to the point she almost forgot her surname, well, it was about to be Mu.
"Grandpa, is your friend satisfied with his outfit last time?"
Qin Mu changed the subject with concern.
"That time! How could he not be satisfied? This morning he even sent me a video, saying that people over there all praised his outfit, it was unexpected that an old man from China could be so full of energy."
The old man raised his eyebrows, conveying his friend’s morning words to Qin Mu.
"That’s good! Tell him to come to our shop if he needs anything in the future, we guarantee great service."
Mu Yichen sat on the long sofa, thinking, getting great service here, great service there, but he, uniquely, hadn’t been served well. However, she mentioned at Zhao Huai’s apartment that she was helping him design a fall coat, Mu Yichen thought about it and held back his grievance.
Later, the two of them took separate turns for showers; Chengcheng playing with the rubber duck in the bath, squeezing it to make it squeak, accidentally sprayed water, and it splashed into Mu Yichen’s eyes as he was bending over to scrub his back.
"I didn’t do it on purpose!"
Chengcheng was startled, quickly hugging the little yellow duck to hide it underwater, his big eyes warily staring at his dad as he managed to say those words.
Mu Yichen had his shirt sleeves rolled up, initially looking quite clean and neat, but now...
Mu Yichen wiped his face with his sleeve, then sighed helplessly, thinking, of course you didn’t do it on purpose, otherwise you’d still be sitting nicely inside.
Mu Yichen never thought he would be bathing a little one, and quite often at that.
But when those jet-black eyes stared at the little one, he had no choice but to smile slightly at the corners of his eyes.
One day, he suddenly became a father, adding a new role for himself, which he has always been adjusting to and working hard at. Having Huanhuan initially made him feel like he’d scored a great treasure, and then with Chengcheng, this little guy, he acted a bit stricter.
But this kid, though seemingly cautious, didn’t seem to actually fear him, and was mischievously playful inside.
When Mu Yichen returned to the room, Qin Mu was already showering in the bathroom. He had been feeling down, but upon hearing the sound of water inside, his mood lifted a bit, his chin slightly raised in a gesture of his unique pride.
Later, as they lay in bed, Mu Yichen couldn’t help but ask: "Are you really designing clothes for me?"
"Hmm?"
Qin Mu hadn’t caught on, as he suddenly changed the topic.
So when Mu Yichen saw Qin Mu’s reaction, he felt utterly heartbroken, as if torn to shreds.
"Mrs. Mu, you really are my Mrs. Mu, right?"
Mu Yichen cupped her face with his two hands and asked her.
Qin Mu was squeezed until her face was almost deformed, trying hard to maintain her composure: "Well, actually, it’s true!"
"Go get the design sketch for me to see!"
Mu Yichen said suddenly upon hearing her vague voice.
"Now? Like this?"
"Can’t get it out? Lying to me?"
"Huh? No! It’s in the office!"
Qin Mu immediately concocted an excuse, feeling panicked, her expression a bit unsettled.
"Hmph!"
Mu Yichen suddenly chuckled lightly, then turned around, leaving her with just his back.
Qin Mu just saw, that as he turned, his expression was quite cold.
"Mu Yichen, Mu Yichen? Turn around! Turn around, please!"
Qin Mu softly called out to him, gently poking his back with each word.
Mu Yichen, annoyed, didn’t want to deal with her, so he endured the itch and didn’t move.
"I’ll do it right away, I won’t sleep tonight, I’ll design it for you, alright?"
Qin Mu’s voice grew quieter, she truly realized her mistake, knowing she shouldn’t just brush off Mr. Mu like that.
"So, I’m leaving?"
Qin Mu, seeing he remained unmoved, slightly raised a glance to see his side profile, seeing his indifference, then had to get up.
"Then I’m really leaving, huh! You sleep slowly by yourself!"
Qin Mu, feeling wronged, got up to go, starting to count silently: one, two, three...
"For so many years, I’ve waited. What’s one more night?"
Mu Yichen suddenly turned around.
Qin Mu turned back to look at him, seeing his serious expression watching her, immediately became docile like a little cat: "Honey, I really know I was wrong! I won’t ever lie to you again, and I promise, from now on, every year, I’ll design all the clothes you wear myself, absolutely won’t just take from the store for you, I promise!"
Qin Mu raised two fingers, swearing!
"An oath is made with three fingers; I suddenly remembered that when we had our wedding, you also used two fingers, right?"
Mu Yichen was getting increasingly upset because now anything Mrs. Mu did made him think of unpleasant things; every time she swore, she used two fingers.
"Uh? Does this really matter?"
Qin Mu glanced at her pretty fingers, blinking her eyes.
"Mrs. Mu, are you trying to make your husband die young?"