CHAPTER 1298: CHAPTER 360: LOVE YOU FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS (PART 10)

Of course Qin Mu remembered their bet, so the next day she asked her grandpa to write some large characters for her, and then asked him to send it to him.

"Kid, I heard you want me to write these words? Hmph!"

So the next evening, after dinner, the whole family was sitting on the sofa drinking tea and watching the news. The old man came out of the study with a roll of xuan paper, and before sitting down, he handed the rolled-up xuan paper to his grandson.

Mu Yichen took it with a puzzled look, then removed Huanhuan’s hair tie from around the paper, and under the curious eyes of the parents, he slowly opened the paper.

"Love you for ten thousand years!"

The old man’s vigorous handwriting really was not suited for those words.

After seeing it, Mu Yichen’s expression became somewhat serious, his pitch-black eyes rising to look at the woman sitting next to him, eating fruit like an innocent housewife, and then he suddenly chuckled, rolled the paper back up, and tapped it on Qin Mu’s head.

"Ah!"

Qin Mu cried out reflexively in pain, touching her head and looking back at Mu Yichen, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Fanghua was also startled by her son’s action and immediately scolded him unhappily.

"What does it say, put it on the table for everyone to appreciate."

Mu Zihao, on the other hand, was curious, having not seen what it said, just feeling that there seemed to be a lot of characters.

Mu Yichen clutched the paper tightly, trying to maintain grace as he smiled: "Nothing worth seeing!"

He slowly leaned back into the sofa, the soft cushion slightly improving his mood, though there was still something like a stone weighing on him, making him uncomfortable.

Qin Mu didn’t dare to look at him, as his gaze was too imposing.

"You kid, you really hold grudges! Forcing an old man like me to write these words, are you out of your mind? Or are you just trying to stir up trouble?"

The old man sat in his single sofa, spread his hands to the side, immediately showing the stance of a patriarch, a completely different aura from his young and hot-blooded grandson, but both made the person sitting in the middle a little nervous.

Not many dare say Mu Yichen is out of his mind! Even fewer dare say Mu Yichen is intentionally causing trouble!

If others saw how much Mr. Mu endured at home, they would probably think they were dreaming.

"Mrs. Mu, would you like to explain it to everyone?"

Mu Yichen thought for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Qin Mu, and placed his hand on her back.

Qin Mu’s back immediately stiffened, even her hand holding the fruit felt a little stiff.

"Are you two okay?"

Feng Fanghua saw the way they looked like they were hiding something from them. It didn’t matter if they hid things, as long as they didn’t fight, that’s the elders’ biggest concern.

"Nothing! We’re really good!"

Qin Mu raised her eyes, looked at Feng Fanghua sincerely, then turned to look at Mu Yichen: "Honey, let’s go back to our room! I feel a bit sleepy!"

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes looked at her without moving, just smiling with a hint of depth, until after a few seconds, she could still maintain that innocent expression, he then stood up: "The Chinese painting you wanted, I have found it. There will be an auction at the end of this month, and I’ll buy it for you then."

The old man was thrilled upon hearing that the painting he wanted was found, he leaned forward, seriously confirming with his grandson: "Really? You found it?"

"I have no need to deceive you about such things! Let’s go!"

After talking to the old man, Mu Yichen looked at the woman still sitting next to them and spoke to her.

Qin Mu then got up with him, and before leaving, she just greeted the elders: "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, we’ll go rest now!"

"Go on!"

The old man, still thinking about that painting of his, forgot to make trouble for his grandson, nodding carelessly to let them leave, then continued to ponder, thinking that the painting should be hung in a nice place once bought.

"Dad, what are you making Yichen look for this time?"

After they left, Mu Zihao asked the old man, who chuckled mysteriously: "You’ll find out soon enough!"

After Mu Yichen brought Qin Mu back to the room, he pinned her against the door, asking: "Did I ask you to get grandpa to write these words?"

That expensive xuan paper was already ruined by him being crumpled.

Qin Mu glanced over, feeling a pang for it, raised her hand to carefully take it away from him, then said: "Don’t be mad! Our bet was just to get grandpa’s help to write characters."

"Was our bet to get grandpa to write these words? Are you sure?"