His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 760 - 212 After the Wedding (5)_2

Huanhuan nodded vigorously, really wanting to.

So, Qin Mu parked the car in the parking lot, with Huanhuan running ahead and the two of them following behind.

"That little girl is really lively. She’s definitely here for some snow fun,"

Mu Qingxin couldn’t help but mutter, her eyes fixed on Huanhuan’s figure.

"Yeah! Last time it snowed, she played snowball fight with Mom at home."

Qin Mu said softly.

"Really? Our mom knows how to play snowball fights? I always thought Mrs. Feng’s back was perpetually straight."

It turns out, kids have magic powers that can make even the usually very serious adults let down their guard.

"I want to play too!"

Mu Qingxin said, taking her hands out of her pockets and then calling out to the little girl in front, "Mu Chenghuan, I’m going to hit you now!"

As soon as Huanhuan heard the voice, she inmediately turned around, her little hands red with cold, holding a large cluster of snow—not a snowball, as she wasn’t strong enough.

Mu Qingxin had already bent down to scoop up a large handful of snow, which she turned into a snowball.

It was while she was making the snowball that Huanhuan ran behind her and, with a "pah", the loose cluster of snow hit Mu Qingxin on the back.

Mu Qingxin was startled at first, then immediately turned around, "You’re rebelling against me, huh! Take this."

Huanhuan immediately ran forward, laughing "hahaha".

"Hey! Mu Qingxin, don’t go too far, watch out or our mother and daughter will gang up on you."

Qin Mu saw that Mu Qingxin had solidly hit Huanhuan on the shoulder with a snowball and immediately bent down, made a snowball, and threw it at her.

"Ah! Qin Mu, you sneak attacker!"

Mu Qingxin grabbed a handful of snow and threw it back at Qin Mu. Qin Mu dodged quickly, but when she turned her head, the aunt and niece duo left her behind and went off to play.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh a little. Was it because she ran too fast that they didn’t play with her?

Then she walked on alone, bored, following the sound of their laughter.

Mr. Mu’s patience, ah!

Qin Mu actually didn’t know how long he could endure, but she knew she would keep enduring.

No outbursts, no arguments, just silently getting through this period of time.

That silence was due to disappointment!

When she thought he would understand.

She couldn’t bear to resent, yet she was deeply disappointed.

By the time they returned, it was already past five in the afternoon, and the sky was gradually darkening.

The forest was still a vast expanse of white. On the way home, the lawn was still covered with a thick layer, but there was no trace of the snowflakes on the road.

The Qin City mayor had ordered that not a single drop of snow be allowed on the roads, also for the safety of pedestrians.

Huanhuan kept peering out the window the whole time, as if she had a special fondness for the snow.

Who doesn’t, really?

It seems nobody can resist a snowfall, and very few people say they dislike snow.

Even Qin Mu, hadn’t she slowly grown to like it over the past two years?

She had never really disliked it.

It was just that she had seen her mother in the snow that year.

So for many years, she was actually afraid to face it.

Or maybe she really had grown up, and after starting an adult’s life, it seemed like her ability to withstand pressure had suddenly increased hundreds of times.

It’s just—

That night Mu Yichen didn’t return home again, and after dinner, Feng Fanghua asked Mu Qingxin to call her brother to ask when he would be back and whether he needed food kept for him.

Mr. Mu’s reply was that it wasn’t necessary.

Just after nine o’clock, Qin Mu went upstairs to bathe her son, then put him to sleep.

The Mu Family’s house suddenly became quiet, with the old master having stayed up too late the night before, he requested to go to bed after dinner.

The old couple also retired early to their room, but remained talking.

"I heard Zhuo Wen got hurt and is hospitalized at our family hotel. Could the couple’s tensions these past few days be because of her?"

Mu Zihao, who was halfway through reading his newspaper, then took off his glasses, placed the paper on the cabinet, and asked with a puzzled look.

"Zhuo Wen is in the hospital? Sick?"

"It’s said that she was injured, apparently rather seriously,"

Mu Zihao replied, recalling what a friend from the hospital told him during lunch.

Feng Fanghua became somewhat anxious, she threw the covers off: "I’ll go and ask them now."

"Don’t, it’s already so late!"

Mu Zihao immediately called her back.

"As if that girl Qin Mu could sleep,"

Feng Fanghua muttered, looking very serious as she left the room.

Mu Zihao sighed helplessly, then he lay down first.

Feng Fanghua went to Qin Mu’s room, gently closing the door behind her.

Qin Mu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with professional blueprints spread out on a piece of cardboard, just beginning to draw.

"I knew you wouldn’t be asleep."