Chapter 2276 - 659: A Year Later (36) The Biggest Helpers, Those Two

Chapter 2276: Chapter 659: A Year Later (36) The Biggest Helpers, Those Two

"Mom, is the pressure okay?"

Chengcheng was straddling her waist, pressing on her ribs. Not too light, not too heavy, but still a bit uncomfortable.

"Mm! It’s okay. A little lower would be even better!"

Qin Mu endured the pain and gently reminded her precious son.

Chengcheng kept up his efforts and quickly shifted his hands. "How about this?"

"This feels really good!"

Qin Mu responded, and being tormented by the two of them with that little bit of strength actually made her a bit sleepy.

Even going through the motions takes effort!

Mu Yichen came out from the room later. The siblings exchanged a look and then withdrew together.

Mu Yichen sat down by her legs and gently placed his hand on her waist.

Qin Mu had been on the verge of falling asleep, but suddenly being pressed so comfortably woke her up a little in enjoyment. "Who’s got such great hands? Mu Chengyang, your technique has improved quite a bit!"

Chengcheng and Huanhuan stood to the side without saying a word, biting their lips to hold back their laughter, thinking, it’s not me, it’s Dad!

Huanhuan raised her brows at Chengcheng, her look seeming to say to her little brother: See? Dad’s still the best.

Chengcheng shrugged to show he agreed with her, then the siblings ran off together.

Qin Mu only realized something was off when she heard that messy patter of footsteps. She suddenly turned her head to get a clear look at him, but heard his low voice instead: "Don’t move. You probably caught a chill last night, that’s why your body feels so weak."

She didn’t know why, but hearing him speak in such homely, caring tones made Qin Mu feel vaguely ill at ease. Still, she didn’t move; it really was very comfortable.

There were four dishes and one soup for dinner. Every time Qin Mu looked at the meals Mu Yichen cooked, she always felt a bit ashamed. But she still picked up her bowl. Food is food; she’s not picky.

"Mom, don’t leave tonight, okay? We don’t want to wake up in the morning and not see you!"

Huanhuan held her bowl of rice and made her request before eating.

Qin Mu gave her a look, her lashes fluttering slightly, and then a sound squeezed out of her throat: "Okay."

She wasn’t sure if it was because she felt awkward, but she quietly lowered her gaze and buried her face into her soup bowl.

Mu Yichen looked at the faint pink behind her ear, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

"Then who is Mom going to sleep with?"

Chengcheng looked between his dad and mom, suddenly smiling shyly as he asked.

"Cough, cough!"

Qin Mu had just taken a sip of soup, and hearing her son’s oddly-toned question made her choke and start coughing.

Mu Yichen put down his chopsticks and reached out to pat her back, letting out a helpless sigh. "How do you choke on soup?"

"And you still ask me?"

Qin Mu’s eyes were seeing stars from coughing so hard, and she snapped back at Mu Yichen in annoyance.

Watching this, Chengcheng and Huanhuan saw that their dad was now speechless as well. Turns out Mom is still the most formidable!

After dinner, the two little ones obediently went to bathe. Mu Yichen said he’d lend Qin Mu the master bedroom’s bathroom for a bit. Qin Mu snorted, went upstairs to shower, and Mu Yichen just did a quick rinse downstairs.

A little after nine, the family of four all put on robes and watched Detective Conan together. Huanhuan and Chengcheng were each more absorbed than the other. Sometimes Qin Mu also tensed up along with the plot. Only President Mu was quietly observing the three beside him, all craning their necks with glazed eyes at the screen.

He hadn’t expected Qin Mu to show that kind of expression too. They had clearly watched many of these episodes when they were kids, but she...

Had she forgotten?

Maybe. Even he couldn’t remember them clearly anymore.

Mu Yichen picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it, noticing Weibo was quite lively. The fact that those women had gone shopping together that afternoon had even made the trending list. The bag Qin Mu was using had been circled out, with a price tag of 380,000.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, because the top comment below was very snarky, and the avatar on that comment—well—who else could it be but the Mu Family’s second young miss?

Under Mu Qingxin’s comment were hundreds of replies, all full of sourness, looking every bit like her people. Right, thanks to her long-term habit of spilling gossip about the Mu Family’s eldest young master and his wife, Mu Qingxin had gathered quite a fanbase.

Later, Qin Mu casually glanced at his phone. As she kept reading, her body leaned over, her shoulder nearly brushing his.

Those comments—what kind of nonsense was that?

She uses a bag and they have to single it out like that?

Mu Yichen’s body also tilted slightly, and he looked down at her with disapproving eyes.

Qin Mu felt the phone was suddenly further away from her, so she lifted her gaze and found his eyes on her. She straightened up at once and, feeling guilty, turned her attention back to the TV.

Mu Yichen didn’t say anything, just turned off his phone and looked at his son and daughter. "It’s ten o’clock. You two should go to bed."

"Oh! Then are you two going to bed?"