CHAPTER 1026: 298 I AM TRULY JEALOUS OF THAT MAN TO THE POINT OF MADNESS_3

Qin Mu...

Afterwards, even after finishing her meal, Huanhuan was reluctant to leave the living room. Qin Mu told her to go play, and she looked up at Jian Yan.

"I’ll take you to my room!"

Huanhuan said to Jian Yan with a smile.

"Hm? Alright!"

Jian Yan didn’t quite catch what she said at first, but after realizing it, he greeted everyone and took Huanhuan upstairs.

Qin Mu...

Everyone...

This little girl is really rebellious, daring to take a man to her room at such a young age?

Qin Mu instinctively wanted to leave but was afraid that Mu Yichen would be unhappy, plus the elders were present.

It was Mu Yichen who said, "You all chat for now, I’ll go take a look!"

Qin Mu still didn’t dare to leave, while Mu Yichen took his wine glass and followed Jian Yan upstairs.

As soon as Huanhuan pulled him into the room, she hugged her toy and handed it to him.

Jian Yan, with his long legs bent, sat at the edge of her soft bed, holding a large pile of her toys.

"These are all mine, I’m giving them to you! Can you come and see me often?"

Huanhuan stood in front of him, her big eyes looking at him longingly.

"Do you still remember me?"

Jian Yan asked her softly.

The air in the room seemed to quietly await the little girl’s answer, hoping she’d give the man before her a glimmer of hope.

Huanhuan nodded vigorously, though not smiling much, she was very earnest.

Jian Yan instinctively raised his hand to hook her little head, pulling her closer and gently rubbing her small scalp.

Involuntarily, he sighed deeply; he thought that no one remembered him anymore.

Since Qin Mu married Mu Yichen, he felt like he had truly become a lonely old man.

Because of Mu Yichen, they, as mentor and disciple, had barely any concern for each other, and if it weren’t for specific events, they wouldn’t even call each other.

However, hearing Huanhuan say she remembered him now, Jian Yan felt like crying inside.

Huanhuan is a part of Qin Mu’s life, to him, she is like a small part of Qin Mu, and this small part remembers him, making his heart feel less empty.

Mu Yichen stood at the door with his wine glass, not going inside, suddenly in no rush to enter.

He knew how domineering he was, forbidding that woman downstairs from having any overly intimate interactions with other men, especially her mentor.

When Mu Yichen realized Jian Yan had developed feelings for Qin Mu, he regretted it. Back then, he had actually wanted Qin Mu to learn from AD, but she admired Jian Yan and insisted on becoming his disciple.

He asked her if she could choose someone else, but she shook her head, saying she wanted to learn from a fellow Chinese and that she preferred Jian Yan’s design style—reserved, stable, and firm!

The clothes he designed, like a person’s character, were so perfect that she was willing from the bottom of her heart to learn from him.

Thus, Mu Yichen asked Jian Yan for help.

But in the years that followed, he often regretted his decision.

Jian Yan’s pain, Qin Mu’s regrets.

When Jian Yan looked up and saw him, he finally entered, handing Jian Yan a glass of wine again and holding his own, "Want to chat in the study for a bit?"

"No, I’d like to spend a bit more time with Huanhuan."

Jian Yan’s eyes looked at Huanhuan again, smiling gently.

Mu Yichen chuckled helplessly, "You’re not planning to steal my daughter just because you couldn’t have my wife, right? I won’t agree to that."

"I could be Huanhuan’s godfather."

Jian Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes turning to Huanhuan, as if asking for her opinion.

"Daddy!"

Huanhuan instinctively hugged his waist, not yet able to wrap her arms around but calling him joyfully, as if she’d returned to before she was two years old.

Mu Yichen...

Thinking to himself, you were just saying in my bed that morning how much you like me, and now you’re in another man’s embrace, remember, my blood runs in your veins.

Huanhuan now seems to overlook her real father, even when she sees him, acting like she doesn’t, clinging to Jian Yan, reluctant to let go.

"Be good, Huanhuan!"

Jian Yan smiled rarely, a genuine smile.

Mu Yichen turned around to leave, unable to stand their fake father-daughter enthusiasm.

Qin Mu happened to come up, seeing Mu Yichen heading out with his drink, curiously glancing at him.

Mu Yichen saw her about to enter Huanhuan’s room, in the hallway, too nonchalantly blocking her way without saying a word, just standing close to her.

Qin Mu moved aside, Mu Yichen immediately moved that way too, and when Qin Mu shifted to the other side, as before, he easily blocked her thoroughly.

Qin Mu glared at him unhappily, his deep black eyes held a meaningful smile, looking at her tenderly.

Qin Mu mouthed softly to him: "Move!"