His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1467 - 413: I Will Serve You, My Wife (Part 2)

In Mu Zihao’s heart, in this Rongcheng, there was no one daring enough to even touch a hair on his father’s head. But given the current situation, it seemed some fools had grown bold enough to attempt such a thing.

"This matter requires a long explanation, I’ll explain it to you later."

Mu Yichen thought for a moment, originally it was just a simple minor accident, but it changed once the driver assumed another identity.

Mu Zihao’s expression darkened further, contemplating for a bit, then nodded: "Alright!"

Then Mu Yichen looked down and saw Chengcheng standing seriously listening beside him. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, bent over and picked Chengcheng up. Just when he intended to go inside with Mu Zihao, his phone rang again.

Once inside, Mu Zihao regretted the words he had said to the old man yesterday, so he went to apologize.

Mu Yichen, holding Chengcheng with one hand and the phone to his ear with the other, answered the call and learned that the person had gone to prison.

"Continue following him, find a couple more people to assist you."

Mu Yichen considered for a moment, added another sentence, and then hung up the phone.

Chengcheng just listened quietly, appearing to understand the situation.

Mu Yichen glanced at him, and Chengcheng gave him an understanding smile, as if aware that his dad had matters to deal with and thus behaved really well.

Mu Yichen felt a bit unaccustomed to it, though he found it quite pleasant.

It was just after three in the afternoon, yet it was bitterly cold.

After going inside, Mu Yichen asked the nanny to take Chengcheng to play at the amusement park. He then turned to see the family sitting on the sofa, the old couple quite apprehensive in front of his grandfather, especially Mu Zihao, who spoke earnestly: "If I ever upset you again, you can punish me however you wish, just don’t sulk around outside for the whole day, alright?"

"Hmph!"

The old man grunted, thinking that finally this brat knew fear?

"It was merely a joking remark, and you took it so seriously to the point of causing yourself distress!"

Mu Zihao almost fainted after hearing what the hospital’s friend called to say.

"I’ve been serious my whole life without issues, how come an issue arose the moment you threw a tantrum at me? What does that suggest?"

The old man asked his son with a long face, raising his voice.

Mu Zihao was taken aback, turned his gaze to Feng Fanghua, then responded helplessly: "I won’t say such things again, I promise!"

"Hmph!"

The old man, seeing his son genuinely realized his mistake, snorted once more.

"Go brew some tea for your grandfather!"

Feng Fanghua observed Qin Mu sitting quietly on the side, head lowered and clearly trying to suppress a laugh, promptly instructed her to do something else.

"Oh! Sure!"

Qin Mu agreed, and hurriedly headed towards the kitchen.

Mu Yichen walked over and took the place where she had just been sitting: "Since when did she become the one making tea at home? My grandfather is okay now, it’s just a minor back injury that can’t hold him down, isn’t that right, old man?"

Mu Yichen slightly straightened up and met the old man’s eyes.

"You little punk!"

The old man, understanding Mu Yichen’s point, couldn’t help but glare and curse.

Mu Yichen sighed lightly, then couldn’t help but smile.

Doesn’t this feel like a destined meeting?

As Qin Mu was brewing tea, she pondered what kind of fate this was, wondering why ever since she returned, she kept encountering people related to Zhang Rujia, and each became a problem to solve.

That driver, with his stout and clumsy appearance, turned out to be Bian Jingwen’s half-brother.

What would Bian Jingwen feel if she found out she had a half-brother?

After making the tea, she carried it out, finding the family was now sitting together as if nothing had happened.

The old man hadn’t left the wheelchair yet, but his complexion had improved.

In fact, there was no need for a wheelchair, but the old man insisted. It was known that even when gravely ill, the old man would never use a wheelchair, always calling it inauspicious. But this time, it was merely a temper against his son that led to its use, akin to the antics of a stubborn child.

Later, Mu Yichen told everyone about the driver’s background, everyone was deeply shocked upon hearing it.

"However, the follow-up is that this man went to prison again today. Although it’s unclear what he discussed with his father, I can guarantee it definitely relates to us!"

When Mu Yichen reached this point, Qin Mu’s expression also turned grim. Whether that person would use the matter to threaten them remained unknown, yet the possibility loomed ever closer.

"These few days, be extra cautious. The fear isn’t in him confronting you, but rather stabbing you in the back, understand?"