CHAPTER 1132: 321 WILL NOT PLAY THE TRICK OF NOT GOING HOME_3

The old man’s eyes glanced outside, then he slowly stood up: "I’m a bit tired too, I’ll go rest first, you wait for him here slowly!"

"Okay!"

Qin Mu stood up, and after watching the old man walk away, she sat down again. She wasn’t as lost as before, but things still felt somewhat unreal.

She used to worry about losing him at any moment, afraid he would lose interest in her, and was anxious about him being too stubborn, far beyond her reach. But now?

She only hoped he would come back soon, without causing any more sleepless nights for her to worry about.

Sigh!

Footsteps were slowly approaching, Qin Mu bowed her head, listening to her own heartbeat gradually accelerating, then her eyes slightly stirred.

The living room was too quiet, and at this moment, in such a spacious environment, she could clearly hear his footsteps.

Qin Mu discovered that she had become much braver than before.

She turned her head to see his tall figure already in front of her.

In the past, she would never dare to look back at him at such a moment, in such an environment.

But what could change?

He was still so cold, not even telling her what mistake she made, already condemning her to a life sentence.

"You’re back!"

"You didn’t want me to come back?"

Mu Yichen stood by, his deep eyes gazing at her. Just one light remark frightened her to the point of losing her soul.

Clearly, she was touched that he came back tonight.

Clearly, she was terrified he wouldn’t come back tonight.

The feeling of waiting endlessly for him, she never wanted to experience it again in her life.

"If I didn’t want you to come back, you wouldn’t? I didn’t want to get the certificate with you back then, you forced me, and now you treat me like this?"

Qin Mu, unable to suppress her temper, stood up to go upstairs, but before going up, she turned back to look at him and stubbornly said these words.

She was angry; his overbearing attitude always suffocated her.

Angry that he would occasionally confess love to her, yet repeatedly throw her into emotional turmoil, full of insecurity.

Mu Yichen looked at her, listening to her pouring out so many grievances, feeling helpless.

She obviously didn’t realize why he was upset.

"My wife being kissed by someone, and I’m not allowed to get mad?"

Mu Yichen questioned with a hint of doubt.

Kissed like that?

Qin Mu lifted her bright eyes, completely confused by his words: "Who? Who was kissed like that?"

He’s upset because he thought Li Yu kissed her?

But no! How could he think that?

"You weren’t kissed by Li Yu? Did I misunderstand?"

Mu Yichen slightly raised his forehead, uncontrollably looking at her, still full of skepticism in his gaze.

Of course, he would rather believe her when she said she hadn’t been kissed.

"I just helped him with his clothes!"

Was it because they accidentally got too close while talking?

And then Mu thought they were kissing?

"Oh? So I really misunderstood?"

His voice softened, his eyes becoming gentler.

"I couldn’t care less about you! Jealous king!"

Qin Mu angrily clutched her stomach in pain, then turned around to go upstairs.

Turns out that’s what it was about, Qin Mu had thought it was something else.

Her mood improved a bit now. As she went upstairs, her back seemed a bit more imposing.

She was innocent; it was him who unjustly accused her.

Mu Yichen watched her go upstairs, unconsciously feeling a bit restless.

Qin Mu’s demeanor clearly indicated she felt justified.

But she did indeed get too close to that man; he disliked her being that close to any man the most.

Mu Yichen slowly went upstairs, but before he reached his room, Feng Fanghua’s room door opened: "Where’s the roasted sweet potato I asked you to buy?"

Feng Fanghua was surprised to see him, thinking he wouldn’t come back at this hour, but she was naturally happy he did. To avoid awkwardness, she glanced at her son’s empty hands.

"Sold out!"

Mu Yichen replied indifferently.

Feng Fanghua...

However, another person in Feng Fanghua’s room heard these words and breathed a sigh of relief; he really didn’t want the room smelling of sweet roasted potatoes, turning even the air sweet.

"Daddy, Daddy! Come here!"

It was Huanhuan; hearing the commotion, she opened her door and beckoned Mu Yichen to her.

Mu Yichen turned to glance, unwilling but still went over.

Huanhuan, with her long black hair down, grabbed the door frame, wearing pink cartoon pajamas, and stood at the door with simple cotton slippers, waiting for him.