His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1417 - 400: What Do You Think of Me? Tell Me!
"No, nothing at all!"
Qin Mu, flustered, stood behind the cupboard, thinking that it was fortunate the cupboard door was closed.
Mu Yichen looked at her frantic appearance and sighed helplessly, but Qin Haiming chuckled lightly and said, "I thought you were going to help cook! You scared me!"
Qin Haiming said this and then turned away, but Qin Mu...
Hurt her pride, her dad actually said such a thing.
How much was he looking down on her cooking skills?
Who did she take after for being unable to cook a decent meal?
After dinner, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen didn’t stay much longer and left. Qin Haiming reminded them, "Take it slow on the road, and send me a message when you get home."
The two nodded in agreement and drove away from the Qin Family’s house, while Qin Haiming stood in the doorway for a long time.
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"I’ve signed the share transfer document!"
On the way, Qin Mu mentioned to Mu Yichen.
"Okay!"
Mu Yichen didn’t want to ask much about this as he didn’t think it would affect their life.
"Oh! Seeing you so calm, I don’t even know what to say! Feels like I’ve turned from a Cinderella into a rich lady all of a sudden, what do you think?"
Qin Mu sighed softly, holding onto half of his arm, and looked up at the person focused on driving.
"You’re not Cinderella!"
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly. His wife never had a Cinderella-like life at all.
"Then what am I?"
Qin Mu asked him softly, her eyelashes fluttering.
Mu Yichen turned to glance at her, "Little rascal!"
Qin Mu...
Mu Yichen chuckled, happily serving as her dedicated driver.
Qin Mu couldn’t help but move her lips, not really swearing, just making a displeased expression.
Her husband called her a little rascal, so a little rascal she was. Surprisingly, she didn’t get mad at all when her husband called her that.
Back home, the little ones had already bathed and gone to bed. Qin Mu went to Zifeng’s room, and he was still waiting for her with a storybook in his arms. She smiled softly, then took out the gift she bought him by the roadside, "Aunt bought you a little car. I wonder if Zifeng will like it?"
Qin Mu walked over, sat by his bed, and Zifeng, seeing the red toy car, immediately grabbed it, exclaiming joyfully, "I like it! Thank you, Aunt!"
"No need to be polite! We’re family, after all!"
Qin Mu patted the little guy’s head and playfully explained.
Outside the door, a man leaned against the wall, shaking his head helplessly, thinking how she and that little guy became family, while he still had to wait like an outsider.
Before Mu Yichen returned to the room, Feng Fanghua called him into her room.
"Your father-in-law knows about your wife holding the pharmaceutical shares now, right?"
"Qin Mu told him!"
Mu Yichen lowered his eyes, recalling what Qin Mu told him on the way back.
"What did your father-in-law say?"
Feng Fanghua asked him curiously.
"They didn’t discuss it in front of me. I heard it from Qin Mu on the way back, why?"
Mu Yichen asked with a hint of confusion, seeing his mother rather concerned about this.
"No reason!"
Feng Fanghua glanced up at her son, not pressing further, but thinking that Qin Haiming must be pleased.
"Just by thinking a little, you can figure out what your mother’s scheming. But it’s been a while since I last saw your father-in-law. How’s his health?"
Mu Zihao came out from the bathroom after washing up, walked towards the bed in loose pajamas, and spoke to Mu Yichen.
"Okay!"
Mu Yichen replied, instinctively glancing at Feng Fanghua again, then smiled wryly, about to leave, but suddenly turned back: "Mom! Ask Mu Qingxin when she’s coming back, is she taking care of her son or not?"
"It’s just having your wife babysit a few days for him! It’s rare Zifeng likes Qin Mu’s personality, aren’t you happy about that?"
Feng Fanghua teased him.
"You may not find my wife good, but I do. In my eyes, she’s an angel."
"Hmph!"
After a brief exchange, once Mu Yichen left, Feng Fanghua muttered, "Look at him, as if afraid the world doesn’t know how much he cherishes his wife."
"I cherish my wife too. Loved her most of my life!"
Mu Zihao told her.
After getting into bed, Feng Fanghua said no more, but Mu Zihao commented, "Our son takes after me! Don’t you agree?"
"Huh! Who knows whom he takes after!"
"Don’t you think he’s more like me?"
In terms of personality, Mu Zihao conceded, he isn’t much like him, although there are indeed some areas quite alike.
For instance, not liking umbrellas, not befriending random people, and no soft spot for outsiders.
