His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 335 - 107 Compensation Required by President Mu (8)_6

Chapter 335: 107 Compensation Required by President Mu (8)_6

This street was very quiet. Although it wasn’t spacious and was paved with old bluestone, walking here felt substantial.

Passing by that restaurant at noon, Huanhuan subconsciously pointed inside to Mu Yichen.

"Want to go there? Is Huanhuan hungry?"

Mu Yichen glanced up but Huanhuan just shook her head after hearing his words and then said nothing.

It was the restaurant owner who came out just then. Since Mu Yichen and Qin Mu had visited a couple of times, he recognized them, came over to greet him, and made Huanhuan laugh, talking about something that happened at noon.

Later on, Mu Yichen continued on to the supermarket for grocery shopping, but the restaurant owner’s words stayed in his mind.

It seemed that she still couldn’t learn to tell him the truth.

He probably knew she was worried about him and Feng Fanghua becoming estranged. Didn’t he think about it too?

The last person in the world who wanted to be estranged from Feng Fanghua was himself. However, from the moment he decided to follow Qin Mu, he was prepared for the worst.

Back then, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were reluctant to let him go to Paris. Fortunately, Mu Qingxin was still at home then, so the old couple could bear parting with him.

Thinking of that girl Mu Qingxin, she should be returning soon, right?

While shopping, watching Huanhuan enjoy the store owner’s washed cherry tomatoes, he made his selections with peace of mind and took the opportunity to call Mu Qingxin. It took a while for the other end to answer, still drowsy: "Bro!"

"You haven’t gotten up yet?"

"I’m so idle I sleep all day, hehe!"

The voice on the other end was still weak, but playfully mischievous.

"You’re coming back for the New Year."

His voice was calm, no nonsense.

"What’s up? Did something happen at home?"

"You wouldn’t come back if nothing happened? Don’t you want this home anymore?"

Mu Yichen asked her with a frown.

"Of course not, but well..."

"You must come back for your sister-in-law’s fashion show on the twenty-seventh. If I don’t see you by the morning of the twenty-seventh, I’ll immediately send someone to fetch you, understand?"

There was a pause on the other end, and without saying anything more, he hung up and turned back to his daughter, who, because the fruits were fresh, had unwittingly become addicted to eating them. She kept standing there, not leaving, her chin smeared with juice.

Those dark, long lashes were even more enchanting, two eyes with black and bright pupils, focused solely on the simple dish of cherry tomatoes.

As if she were tasting such a heavenly flavor for the first time.

Therefore, Mu Yichen eventually picked some too and, when paying, left without requiring change, carrying his daughter and the groceries.

Huanhuan hadn’t had her fill, but it was too cold outside, so Mu Yichen wiped her hands clean and didn’t let her eat any more.

That evening, back home, one was cooking while the other sat on the carpet in front of the sofa. Both hands perched on the coffee table, drawing. Someone else played with toys and watched cartoons nearby.

Every now and then, Huanhuan would grab a piece of her mother’s paper to tear for fun. She found it very interesting. When Qin Mu, tired and shoulders aching, looked up...

She caught sight of the little girl beside her tearing paper into strips.

How bored must she be?

"Huanhuan, are you bored?"

Qin Mu asked her softly, as if casually chatting with his daughter.

Huanhuan shook her head as if she didn’t quite understand, then suddenly grabbed a strip of paper from the table and threw it at her own face.

Qin Mu...

Why was his little girl becoming more and more mischievous?

Haha, alright, she liked Huanhuan this way. Then she swept up the paper strips from the ground, tearing them smaller to throw back at her daughter.

"Ah!"

Huanhuan joyfully tried to embrace the falling bits of paper but only ended up hugging her own chest.

Then she watched the papers fall onto her feet and took two steps back, as if she wanted to be close to them but was afraid of soiling them.

When Mu Yichen came out, he saw the paper scraps on the carpet and instantly frowned.

Qin Mu was still focused on her drawings, while Huanhuan had secretly pulled out another piece of paper to continue tearing. Catching sight of her dad standing not far away, she quietly put the paper back and bit her lip with her small white teeth, seemingly fearing that she might let out a peep.

Mu Yichen shook his head helplessly but laughed.

He wondered if tearing paper really helped with brain development?

The problem was, what if she tore up her mother’s drawings?

Clearly, the person working had already thought of this and had put the finished drawings aside well in advance.