Chapter 1978: Chapter 567: I Don’t Think You Need to Call About the Boss’s Injury Anymore
This is his woman, no doubt about it!
In this room, he can live frankly during this period.
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This morning, there was constant chatter in the living room. Feng Fanghua was bored at home alone, looking upstairs multiple times, but no one came down. She thought, if Qin Mu doesn’t come down, so be it—she’s a sickly weakling. But her son didn’t come down either, which annoyed her a bit.
The aunt poured her some tea and smiled softly, saying: "Madam, don’t overthink it. Ever since Young Mistress’s father passed away, the Young Master and her haven’t had many good days."
"Hmph! They’re so young, are they afraid of not having good days? Every single one of them, disrespectful to elders."
Feng Fanghua muttered quietly.
"Young Mistress isn’t someone who disrespects elders, you..."
"Alright, alright! Can’t I speak?"
Feng Fanghua knew everything in her heart, but now she was suffocating at home alone, unable to help wanting to talk to someone.
The aunt saw she understood it all and went back to work.
Feng Fanghua then poured herself some tea and, after some thought, called the aunt over again: "Go knock on the door, tell Mu Yichen I’m looking for him."
"Yes!"
Although the aunt didn’t want to disturb them, she didn’t dare refuse Feng Fanghua, so she went upstairs.
It was already past ten o’clock. Qin Mu was asleep in Mu Yichen’s arms, not wearing a stitch.
Mu Yichen gently held her, half-asleep, and when the knocking sounded he woke up.
"Young Master, Madam wants to talk to you!"
The aunt said gently at the door, trying to be tactful and soft.
Mu Yichen lifted his eyes to look at the door, then looked at Qin Mu again, softly planting a kiss on her forehead. He then withdrew his arm from beneath her head, dressed and went out.
Ten minutes later Mu Yichen came down the stairs, Feng Fanghua glanced up, seeing him descend. The concerned look in her eyes immediately vanished, replaced by an unhappy expression.
Mu Yichen naturally saw Feng Fanghua’s expression, but he stifled a laugh as he slowly walked down.
He was wearing loose, comfortable loungewear and sat down at the edge behind the sofa, looking calmly and quietly at his dear Ms. Feng.
Feng Fanghua glanced at him: "Hmph, you might as well not come down!"
"Ms. Feng summoned me, how could I not come down?"
Mu Yichen replied.
"You little bastard, got married and forgot your mom’s things. You’ve always been this way since you were young, now you’re still protecting her so much."
Feng Fanghua said.
"I wish your daughter-in-law were the most jealous person in our family, but obviously..."
Mu Yichen chuckled, sighing helplessly.
Feng Fanghua...
"You brat, you say I’m competing for attention with your wife?"
Feng Fanghua glared at him, full of vigor.
"Isn’t it so?"
Mu Yichen leaned back on the sofa, politely asked.
"Of course not! I’m just angry; yesterday afternoon I called her, she personally told me that you would come back after dinner, is this coming back after dinner?"
"Didn’t I say, there was a reason!"
Mu Yichen knew Feng Fanghua was displeased, so he explained.
"A reason, a reason, oh, when you have a fever, you can’t come home? Then why come back now?"
Feng Fanghua lifted her head to look elsewhere, then turned back to her son.
"Haven’t you done such a thing before."
"I..."
Feng Fanghua wanted to refute, but this time, she couldn’t.
When Chengcheng was still young and Qin Mu caught a cold, she had isolated Qin Mu, but it was for the child’s good. Now the kid is grown, even though she has concerns...
Feng Fanghua had to admit, she was used to the big family being lively together, even if there was occasional bickering, thinking about it later, they were all mingled with joy, even a sense of pride.
Other people’s sons and daughters-in-law wouldn’t live with the elders, or if they did, they were often not at home for meals. Their private lives were a mess. Her son and daughter-in-law rarely didn’t stay home to eat with them. Feng Fanghua understood where her problem lay, sighed helplessly and looked up at her son again.
Only then did she realize that her son’s complexion also didn’t look good: "I say, it’s your wife who’s sick, why does your complexion look so bad too?"
He looked even worse than Qin Mu, it seemed?
Feng Fanghua suspected there was something wrong with her eyesight.
Mu Yichen brushed his face, calmly: "Really?"
"How can it not be? There’s no trace of blood color, what’s going on with you?"
Feng Fanghua got up to touch his forehead, worried he also had a low fever. If Qin Mu caught rain yesterday, her son likely did too, after all, her silly son liked to endure everything with Qin Mu.
