CHAPTER 1293: CHAPTER 359: LOVE YOU FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS (PART 9)

After taking a bath in the evening, Qin Mu crawled onto the bed, knelt beside Mu Yichen, and took the book from his hands: "Mu Yichen, are you hiding something from me?"

Mu Yichen didn’t think he was hiding anything from her, but his dark eyes couldn’t help but fixate on her shoulders. She liked to wear silk nightgowns, and the two thin straps on her shoulders were especially tempting to commit a crime.

"Mu Yichen?"

Qin Mu called out to him because he was distracted.

Mu Yichen then lifted his eyes to look at her, his hand reaching behind her, gently caressing her nightgown down to her waist: "Hmm?"

"I asked if you’re hiding something from me, ah!"

Just as Qin Mu finished speaking, he exerted a bit of force, causing her to lean over onto his chest: "What are you doing?"

"Dressed like this, asking me what I’m doing? Of course, it’s doing..."

The last word was said so lightly, but Qin Mu heard it.

"You even dare to not wear clothes after a bath every day, and I haven’t said I want to do you, can’t you be serious with me?"

Qin Mu glared at him angrily, then accused him.

"Hmm! Say what you want!"

Mu Yichen said to her good-naturedly, turning around and hugging her with both hands.

"I heard that Wu Jiaojiao’s father’s company is facing bankruptcy. Is it related to you?"

Qin Mu lay in his arms, letting him caress her, intently asking him.

Mu Yichen warmly caressed her back. Qin Mu was used to it and liked it very much, so she didn’t interfere but looked at him seriously, waiting for his answer.

"Hmm! Those two women aren’t constantly thinking of ways to trouble you? They don’t have the time for that now."

Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, feeling uncomfortable in this position, so he directly hugged her and turned over, pressing her underneath.

"Is it really you? But wasn’t it Wu Jiaojiao’s father who got fixated on the Lu family’s daughter, ultimately ruining his own company?"

Qin Mu asked in confusion, even as her shorts were pulled off by him.

"Wu Dashan gave himself the opportunity. If he behaved properly, how would I have the chance to alert the Lu family through Yang Bo?"

Mu Yichen said, his eyes fixed straight on the woman beneath him, raising his hand to brush away the loose hair on her forehead, frowning with all seriousness: "Mrs. Mu, can I do serious business now?"

"What serious business?"

Qin Mu asked dully, watching him suddenly become so serious.

"Of course, it’s!"

Mu Yichen only said three words and then started taking action.

Qin Mu, suddenly grasped by the bottom, cried out softly in pain, almost causing Mu Yichen to lose control with her tender voice.

"Little witch, all these years, yet you still squeeze me so tightly!"

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but murmur in her ear, then tightly embraced her, overwhelmed.

Learning the truth, Qin Mu was too late to think much about the Wu family and the Lu family affairs because Mu Yichen was too intense.

Later, after the joy, Mu Yichen said to her again: "Don’t worry about this matter. If Wu Dashan comes to you, just refuse to see him. I’ll send word to him, telling him not to come to you, so you don’t need to worry too much."

Qin Mu listened to his words and just nodded. He had arranged everything well.

"Today, Xiaohao and I witnessed Wu Jiaojiao and Lu Fei tearing faces apart. I used to think Lu Fei was quite simple, even though she’s quite noisy, but today I found her quite inspirational. Even though she tore face with Wu Jiaojiao, she still retains the aura of a military family’s daughter."

"Simple people are not to be messed with!"

Mu Yichen looked down at her, gently saying.

"Really?"

Qin Mu looked at him with a lack of understanding.

Mu Yichen didn’t answer her again, just smiled and wrapped her in his arms.

Outside, unbeknownst to them, it started raining softly again. The two lay in bed quietly feeling each other’s warmth.

The rain continued until more than six in the morning the next day.

Even though it had just rained, it didn’t stop the old man’s morning Tai Chi routine.

The butler still followed behind him. The old man slowly practiced Tai Chi, speaking to him leisurely: "I asked Mu Zihao to join us, but he actually feels embarrassed and won’t come, huh! If he wants to join in the future, we won’t take him."

Though the old man spoke slowly, he was annoyed.

The butler chuckled: "However you say it, I’ll follow, I’m your little brother now!"

"I love hearing that! But back in the day, my subordinates weren’t as lucky as you."

Every time the old man recalled those days, he would straighten his chest, even while doing Tai Chi, his face full of pride.

After seven, even Huanhuan got up, followed Granma and Grandpa down the stairs, and ran outside. Huanhuan super loved playing with the old man. That morning, she even squatted by the side watching him do Tai Chi, watching as if it were an animated film, seriously propping her chin with concentration.