Qin Mu was too scared to breathe heavily. Facing such questioning, she was very certain that Feng Fanghua was truly furious, intentionally using this tone to interrogate her.

Qin Mu lowered her head, yet she hesitated to sit down.

"I’ll ask you one last time; this marriage, do you want it or not?"

"——, unless Mu Yichen doesn’t want me!"

Qin Mu raised her eyes, contemplating for a few seconds while looking at Feng Fanghua, but what she said was still the same as before.

Feng Fanghua was so angry that she couldn’t even cry. She smiled helplessly: "Mu Yichen doesn’t want you? How would Mu Yichen not want you? Is it because he loves you that you’re recklessly hurting him?"

As Feng Fanghua spoke, her eyes blurred for a moment. She stared straight at Qin Mu, wanting to understand how this woman’s heart could be so cruel while her son pitifully begged.

Mu Yichen happened to come back, having nothing to do. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Why is the atmosphere so serious?"

Feng Fanghua turned her gaze behind Qin Mu. Qin Mu also turned her head slightly, softly saying: "You’re back!"

"Hmm! Looks like whenever I’m not around, you’re bound to suffer Feng Fanghua’s oppression!"

Mu Yichen responded casually, lightly wrapping his arm around her frail shoulder, speaking to her.

Qin Mu smiled faintly: "Mom is just urging me!"

"Act, keep acting for me, the both of you!"

Feng Fanghua sneered. She could instantly see what her son meant—it was just to defend!

Feng Fanghua thought to herself, I’ve watched you protect her since you were under ten years old. You think I can’t see through your tricks?

Feng Fanghua cast one more glance at them both, eventually unable to bear it, getting up and heading towards the staircase.

She’s only got this precious son. She knows Mu Yichen so well, knows he wants to be alone with Qin Mu, even if they say nothing to each other.

After Feng Fanghua returned upstairs to her room, Mu Yichen gently moved his hand from her shoulder, and Qin Mu lowered her head again.

The atmosphere was suddenly frozen, like someone cast a spell.

"I brought your bag back for you!"

Soon after, Mu Yichen said to her.

Bag?

Qin Mu suddenly remembered the bag she left in the hotel car when she left London, then nodded slightly: "Hmm!"

Mu Yichen looked down at her, noticing she suddenly became silent again, making himself uncomfortable before turning to glance at her: "Just got back? Or..."

"I first went to the studio. The fashion show in your hotel with Luo Li’s company is being prepared for the day after tomorrow."

Qin Mu then looked at him again, explaining softly.

Mu Yichen nodded, already knowing she wouldn’t return home immediately.

It’s like last time she returned unannounced, but at least it’s over now. She’s back in Rongcheng, back to the Mu Family, once again his woman.

"Starting tomorrow, will you be going to the hotel all the time?"

"I guess so!"

Qin Mu answered, thinking to herself, what else could she do if not go?

After hearing her response, Mu Yichen was silent for a while again. The large house felt silent, terribly stiff.

"Go upstairs and change your clothes!"

Mu Yichen broke the silence in the living room once more. Qin Mu heard something shatter momentarily but seemed to quickly rebound.

"I changed at the studio!"

Qin Mu responded softly, as if she had adapted to returning.

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes looked at hers, staring directly.

That kind of gaze, like a fight.

"Are you planning to always sit on the sofa? Or is it your intention to live in the living room?"

Mu Yichen asked her again, word by word, after seeing her shiver.

Qin Mu...

Of course, she couldn’t live on the sofa unless she wanted Feng Fanghua to humiliate her to death.

Qin Mu suddenly thought she should take the time to cheer up Feng Fanghua. But how could you make someone happy without being on good terms with their son?

A sigh!

Qin Mu lowered her head, following Mu Yichen upstairs. She indeed hadn’t returned to her bedroom for a long time, for some reason, suddenly feeling so weak, like she lost strength and wanted to lay on that bed.

Also thinking about Mu Yichen, Qin Mu recalled her grandpa saying he slept on the sofa during that time, just now...

Her heart trembled for a moment, knowing she had a knot, but really not feeling indifferent to him.

She didn’t dare to look closely at his face. Qin Mu’s heart was increasingly filled with things starting to stir uneasily; she didn’t know what it was, wanting to look at him, yet fearing to meet his gaze.

His grievances, she could clearly see.

They both knew each other too well.

Qin Mu thought, Mu Yichen might be waiting for her conscience to drive her to take a good look at him, but...

She chickened out again!

Back in the room, both of them stood at the door. Mu Yichen gently closed the door, looking at the large bed diagonally opposite, as did Qin Mu.

It hadn’t been that long since they were apart, yet it felt like it had been ages.

"You must have showered outside too?"

Mu Yichen suddenly asked.

Qin Mu’s heart skipped, confusedly turning to look at him, but Mu Yichen sulkily lowered his head to look at her.

"Honestly, I need to catch up on sleep right now!"

Mu Yichen’s bland words revealed his thought.

"Go sleep then!"

Qin Mu thought, if you need sleep, just go sleep. Why tell me? I’m not the one needing rest.

Mu Yichen gleaned her thoughts from her eyes, then turned to look at him, a deep and unpredictable gaze that scared Qin Mu almost to the point of trembling, avoiding looking at him, turning to walk toward the window.

"I’m not tired; I... Ah!"

As she was turning around, before taking a step, her foot suddenly lost contact with the ground.

Mu Yichen suddenly grabbed her, picking her up horizontally.

Qin Mu heard her little heart pounding violently, her previously calm almond eyes now surging wildly.

"If you go downstairs now, do you know what the consequence is?"

Mu Yichen kindly reminded her, bringing her to the bedside, gently laying her down, then standing up to unbutton his shirt.

Qin Mu slowly leaned back against the headboard, her dark eyes gazing at him: "What consequence?"