His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 903 - 257 Feeling sensitive or upset

Chapter 903: 257 Feeling sensitive or upset

He was so composed and unyielding, it almost felt like Feng Fanghua wasn’t even talking to him.

"You little brat, you..."

"Your son is already thirty!"

Before Mu Yichen left, he casually reminded them—every time it’s "little brat," from childhood to youth to adulthood, and now he even has a son, yet his mom still scolds him that way.

Sigh!

Mu Qingxin puffed out her cheeks, trying hard not to laugh. She thought to herself that the only person her mom couldn’t handle was her dear older brother.

"Even at thirty, you’re still a little brat!"

Feng Fanghua shouted at Mu Yichen the moment he walked away.

"Alright, alright! He’s already a father. What if Huanhuan and Chengcheng hear and start mimicking you?"

Mu Zihao lifted his head slightly and reminded her.

"Chengcheng doesn’t have that ability yet, but Mu Chenghuan, that girl, probably learns words pretty fast."

Mu Qingxin chimed in.

"You little rascal, you too..."

"Aiya, I’d better go check if Ziyu needs a diaper change."

Mu Qingxin suddenly slapped her thigh, sprang up from the sofa, and slipped into her slippers before running off.

Feng Fanghua...

"These two kids... Here I am trying to talk about something serious with them."

Feng Fanghua was so upset her stomach hurt.

"They’re all grown now. One’s a father, one’s a mother. Do you really expect them to sit quietly and let you lecture them like Mumu does, without daring to make a single sound?"

"Hmph! I bet even Qin Mu will stop listening to me before long."

Feng Fanghua thought to herself that luckily there was still someone obedient in the family. Thinking of Qin Mu, who had bought her new pajamas recently, her mood improved a lot. But then she reflected on her current relationship with Qin Mu, as well as its future. She couldn’t guarantee that Qin Mu wouldn’t someday turn into those two siblings, treating her words like background noise—or maybe not even bothering to listen at all.

"No way! Mumu’s nature is more reserved."

Mu Zihao held a favorable opinion of Qin Mu’s temperament.

"Sigh! Just look at those two siblings; honestly..."

Feng Fanghua still felt aggrieved—those two siblings were simply too exasperating.

"Don’t you feel like Yichen and Qin Mu haven’t been acting quite right lately?"

Mu Zihao suddenly turned around and spoke seriously to her.

Feng Fanghua, who had been on the verge of tears from frustration, snapped back to attention upon hearing this. She nodded: "Yes, you noticed too?"

"Mm! People from his office building said he personally went to the printing room the other day to pick up some documents, and afterward, Qin Mu went to find him. The two of them were behaving very secretively."

"What does that mean?"

Feng Fanghua asked, puzzled.

"What could it mean? They’re bound to be entangled for life. You really should relax."

"How can I relax?"

Feng Fanghua asked Mu Zihao; she couldn’t seem to ease her mind.

"Leaving aside how your son has fought hard for so many years—he certainly won’t divorce—let’s just talk about your daughter-in-law. She’s been in our family all these years, and after having Chengcheng, your relationship as mother- and daughter-in-law has been pretty good. Can she really just up and leave? She’s already deeply tied down by this family."

"So what you’re saying is, I shouldn’t worry that they’ll cause more problems again?"

"Mm!"

Mu Zihao nodded.

"I’m just worried that the way they secretly got married back then—what if they secretly get divorced one day? What are we supposed to do then?"

Feng Fanghua had indeed been on edge lately, afraid those two fearless individuals might do something outrageous again.

"Even if they had guns pointed at each other, it’d still be impossible for them to divorce."

Mu Zihao spoke with confidence, a faint smile curving his lips.

"Sigh! If you think about it, although Qin Mu isn’t my biological child, over the years I’ve truly worried a lot about her as well—since her childhood, all the way to now, and even into the future. Don’t you agree?"

"That may not necessarily be a bad thing. If the past twenty years have been you two clashing against each other, then the remainder of your lives might just be harmonious."

Mu Zihao analyzed.

The elderly couple sat on the sofa and chatted for a long while. Eventually, they turned off the TV to go make milk for their grandchild.

Later, the lights in the living room were switched off, and only the floor lamps and table lamps in the individual rooms remained lit.

Mu Qingxin sat holding her son, scrolling through her phone and chatting with her husband. During their days apart, she missed him dearly and felt filled with anticipation.

Reunions always had a certain beauty.

After putting on her face mask, Qin Mu washed her face and came out. She lay down on the bed next to him and gently asked, "Before dinner, we checked Weibo’s trending topics. Guess who was ranked number one?"

"Who?"

"Mrs. Chen! The same Mrs. Chen we ran into at the lingerie counter this afternoon."

Qin Mu turned to look at him, finding his expression unusually indifferent as he stared blankly at his phone. It seemed as though he always had endless emails to deal with. Qin Mu pressed down his phone, then seriously locked eyes with him: "You’re so calm. Don’t tell me you were the one who arranged for Mrs. Chen to trend?"