His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 900 - 256 Someone is peeking_6

Chapter 900: 256 Someone is peeking_6

Mrs. Chen finished speaking and swayed her petite waist as she walked away.

She wore a peach-red cheongsam, particularly cinched at the waist—so tightly that her slim waist was on full display. Qin Mu genuinely felt an urge to rush over and snap her waist in half.

Mrs. Chen finally left, but her departure left Qin Mu flustered, her face turning slightly red with anger. In a flash, her sharp gaze locked onto the man sitting on the sofa.

Mu Yichen eventually put the magazine down, slowly and reluctantly raising his slightly furrowed brows.

Qin Mu walked over: "What do you mean by that?"

"It was purely instinct!"

Mu Yichen shrugged, lifting his gaze to look at her with an expression of great perplexity.

Qin Mu really wanted to kick him, but with others lingering around in a public space and her own rising status as a minor celebrity, she quickly restrained herself.

"Salesperson, ring this up!"

She called out, casually grabbing two sexy pieces of women’s nightwear and tossing them onto the counter. She muttered, "Charge the gentleman behind me—he’s paying."

The salesperson nodded blankly, a little flustered.

By the time Mu Yichen approached her from behind, he had already taken out his card.

He had initially planned to have her pay, but seeing her foul mood, he didn’t dare provoke her further and promptly pulled out his wallet and card.

On the way out, Qin Mu, bag slung over her shoulder, walked ahead. Mu Yichen couldn’t help but notice how his wife’s little hips swayed seductively as she moved. Fighting back a smile, he followed behind her, carrying seven or eight shopping bags, playing the roles of her Flower Guard and nanny.

Back home, Feng Fanghua and Mu Qingxin were already having tea in the living room. Qin Mu turned to take four bags from the man behind her, then headed toward the sofa.

"Mom, Qingxin, here are gifts for you!"

Qin Mu spoke cheerfully, opening the bags slightly to take a quick peek—then handed them out accordingly.

"Wow, nightwear? I just so happen to have forgotten mine, ha ha!"

"Why are you buying this type again..."

Feng Fanghua glanced at Qin Mu disapprovingly, but since Mu Yichen stood nearby, she didn’t speak further, instead shooting Qin Mu a knowing look.

"Last time you mentioned Dad likes you wearing things like this! But anyway, today it was Mu Yichen footing the bill!"

Qin Mu beamed at Mu Yichen before turning her palms upward in a playful gesture. "Could you please take the rest upstairs for me, Mu Yichen?"

Mu Yichen let out a low chuckle: "If you need anything else, just call me downstairs."

Cooperatively, Mu Yichen hurried upstairs; after all, discussing lingerie amongst three women was awkward for him.

Once he was gone, Qin Mu made a mischievous expression toward his retreating back.

"Hey, isn’t shopping for lingerie with your husband exhilarating?"

Mu Qingxin teased, waiting until Mu Yichen had left before smirking at Qin Mu.

Qin Mu...

"Yeah, totally exhilarating!"

Qin Mu slumped onto the sofa, leaned over to pour herself a cup of tea, holding the body of the cup in one hand and supporting the bottom with the other, gulping down the entire cup in one go.

Mu Qingxin observed her demeanor—it didn’t look particularly "exhilarating."

"What are you two talking about?"

Feng Fanghua hadn’t caught on, her reflex-like reaction granting an exasperated interjection.

"Mom, doesn’t your daughter-in-law’s face look off? A bit... grayish, no?"

Mu Qingxin fixed her eyes on Qin Mu, directing her question toward the nearby older woman.

Feng Fanghua set aside the nightwear and raised her gaze to Qin Mu’s face, only then noticing her somewhat sullen expression.

"What’s wrong?"

"Don’t even start; I just came across a certain Mrs. Chen."

Qin Mu poured herself another cup, once again downing it in a single gulp. Suddenly recalling something, she stood: "I’m going to the restroom for a bit."

Her hands had been touched by another woman earlier, and Mu Yichen had even gone out of the way to remind her on the way home that he disliked her being touched by others—insisting she wash her hands eight hundred times.

As Qin Mu washed her hands, she mused over why she was being so obedient.

The more he demanded she wash, the more she wanted to rebel by not washing. In the end, after a single wash, she briskly dried her hands and left the restroom.

Mu Yichen, noticing Qin Mu’s sour mood, stayed in the bedroom playing on his phone. He sent a quick WeChat message to a friend in media to distract himself.