His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1788 - 502: All I Want Is to Walk Through Life with You
"Oh! My son has learned to eavesdrop now?"
Feng Fanghua teased while looking at the figure upstairs.
"Your son has had this ability since childhood, but you don’t seem to have much faith in your son!"
Mu Yichen said casually as he walked down the stairs.
Qin Mu sat quietly on the sofa, listening to the mother and son’s banter without interjecting.
"If I were too trusting, I wouldn’t be your mom!"
Feng Fanghua replied.
"Hmm, I can feel it, but aren’t you worried that educating your daughter-in-law like this might make her so anxious she can’t work?"
Mu Yichen walked into the living room, took his long strides to the sofa, sat down beside Qin Mu, and effortlessly put his arm behind her back, gently grasping her slender shoulder.
"I’m not that worried. You’re not a little boy who can’t tell right from wrong."
Qin Mu heard this but disagreed with Mu Yichen’s words, thinking, you can’t possibly think I’ll be worried to the point of losing sleep, do you?
That would be way too self-important!
Mu Yichen turned to look at her with a sly smile, then held her closer: "Isn’t that so?"
Qin Mu...
"You two, stop flirting in front of me!"
Feng Fanghua watched for a while and grumbled when she couldn’t take it anymore.
Mu Yichen finally turned his gaze to Feng Fanghua, released Qin Mu a bit, but his hand remained behind her back.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
Two little ones ran out from the kitchen, saw the scene in the living room, and couldn’t help but giggle, covering their little mouths.
"What are you two laughing at?"
Qin Mu, hearing the laughter, helplessly sighed inside, then leaned her body lower, looking past Mu Yichen to the two cheeky kids a bit sternly.
The two little ones immediately ran off, and Feng Fanghua said, "Don’t be so harsh on the children."
Qin Mu immediately shut her mouth, not daring to utter even half a word of rebuttal.
Mu Yichen lowered his head again to look at his wife’s deflated expression, finally couldn’t help but chuckle at her.
In this house, someone could always keep his wife in check.
——
At Zhang Hongyun’s small shared apartment with her friend, breakfast time.
Zhang Hongyun came out of her room dressed simply and neatly in a suit skirt, ready to eat some delivered breakfast.
Her friend also came out of her room, yawning: "Did you get me steamed buns?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Hmm! I got them for you!"
Zhang Hongyun replied, heading to the dining table, taking out their breakfast from the plastic bag, and opening the boxes inside.
"By the way, where did you go last night? I was working overtime until eleven, came home and didn’t see you, called you and you didn’t pick up."
Zhang Hongyun asked her while placing the items.
"Where else could I go? Company gathering, went drinking!"
The girl said.
"I thought you might have lost all will to live after getting discouraged at JY Studio yesterday!"
Zhang Hongyun commented, also sitting down to start eating.
"But seriously, are you really going to compete for a husband with that Qin woman? I Googled her profile and found she’s not just a designer. She does well in every role, and among us women, she’s quite capable."
The girl picked up a steamed bun with her chopsticks, placed it in her hand, then looked at Zhang Hongyun across from her and said.
"There’s never been a shortage of excellent women in this world. Besides, her father is the head of Rongcheng, and her husband is Rongcheng’s commercial emperor. Tell me, what woman with such strong backing couldn’t succeed?"
Zhang Hongyun sipped some soy milk, looked at the girl opposite her, and countered.
The girl thought about it, felt Zhang Hongyun’s words weren’t entirely without reason, but still felt a bit uneasy inside.
"Though you make a good point, I still think what you’re trying to do is reckless. As those two male classmates said, don’t play with fire too much, or you might get burned yourself..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I can’t stand you people being so pessimistic! I’ll be careful, don’t worry."
Zhang Hongyun couldn’t listen anymore, all too meddlesome; if she wanted to do something, she liked to act immediately, even if the process was slow. But she wouldn’t do nothing at all, because not acting means no chance. She understood this deeply since college.
"Alright, since you don’t want to listen, I won’t say more. After all, you’re a lady yourself too!"
The girl said, then took small bites of her steamed bun, thinking to herself, people have their own ambitions, and it’s better for friends not to meddle too much.
