Chapter 2423 - 690: Return (8)_4

Chapter 2423: Chapter 690: Return (8)_4

Qin Mu wished she could find a hole to crawl into, because when her son said that, it made her look like an immature girl who liked to run away from home, even though Chengcheng didn’t mean to shame her.

Especially with Mu Yichen’s dismissive, troubled, helpless, and angry look, Qin Mu turned around and went back to the kitchen to wash dishes.

But just as she was about to start, Mu Yichen walked in from outside: "Let me do it!"

Qin Mu had quick ears, and upon hearing this, she stepped aside without a word to let him wash.

Mu Yichen walked over, rolled up his sleeves, turned on the faucet, and got to work calmly.

As Qin Mu watched his actions, she looked up at him, feeling aggrieved but compelled to say, "Your mom was waiting outside Chengcheng’s school again today. Isn’t it a bit excessive not letting her see her grandchildren?"

Mu Yichen didn’t respond, just lowered his eyes and continued washing.

Seeing that he didn’t answer, Qin Mu, though angry, suddenly thought of Yang Qin.

"I really don’t want to meddle in your family’s affairs, but—"

Qin Mu almost wanted to bring up Yang Qin but reconsidered, thinking mentioning her would only cause more tension, so she kept silent.

"But what?"

This time, Mu Yichen didn’t remain silent and looked at her through the rearview mirror with a bit of interest and asked.

Qin Mu thought it over carefully, sighed, and said, "Forget it! It’s nothing!"

"Nothing?"

Mu Yichen frowned, feeling uneasy about how she suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"It’s really nothing, why? Do you have something to say to me?"

Qin Mu looked at him sharply and questioned him back.

Mu Yichen could see she was upset, but he couldn’t figure out what had caused it, making him feel a bit helpless.

His dark eyes stared straight into Qin Mu’s, making her feel a mix of trepidation and anger: "Move aside!"

She gave him a push, and Mu Yichen instinctively leaned against the edge of the sink as Qin Mu stormed past him out the door, Mu Yichen...

Later, the brother and sister went to shower and sleep, and Qin Mu returned to the bedroom to wash up and prepare for bed. Mu Yichen brought a glass of milk to the master bedroom.

Looking around, the only thing he truly cherished was that bed; he let out a self-deprecating laugh and leaned against the bathroom door, slightly raising his eyes when he heard it open, seeing a woman in a camisole emerge.

Qin Mu’s clear, smart eyes were fixed on him as her damp feet slipped slowly forward in her slippers.

"Do you need something?"

"I warmed you a glass of milk."

Mu Yichen said as he approached her.

Standing by the bed without moving, Qin Mu also happened to want some milk, so it was timely that Mu Yichen brought it.

"Thanks!"

She took it without looking at him again, her mind solely occupied by the warm milk.

Mu Yichen, however, frowned slightly. Being taller than her, he looked down as he asked, "Why is your hair still wet? Where’s the hairdryer?"

"It’s inside! No need to blow-dry it, I’ll let it dry on its own."

She intended to check her phone for a bit, towel on her head, and it would dry quickly.

Mu Yichen was unwilling to let it be and untangled her hair, grabbing the hairdryer from inside.

Qin Mu sat at the edge of the bed, as if anticipating what he was going to do.

Mu Yichen plugged it in and started blow-drying her hair.

Qin Mu silently held her milk without speaking, grateful for someone helping her blow-dry her hair, which felt incredibly fortunate.

After growing her hair so long, even blow-drying it had become exhausting; recently, Qin Mingzhu had been urging her to get a shoulder-length haircut for fun, but she was reluctant to part with the look she’d kept for years.

"What do you think about me cutting my hair short?"

Qin Mu grumbled to herself, as her hair had been with her all these years, and she wanted to hear his opinion.

"Hmm?"

Mu Yichen was focused on blow-drying her hair and hadn’t heard her clearly, so he turned off the hairdryer.

Qin Mu...

"Were you talking to me?"

Mu Yichen asked.

"No! Hurry and finish blow-drying, I’m exhausted."

Feeling guilty, Qin Mu looked down at her milk, urging him to continue.

Mu Yichen frowned but kept blow-drying her hair, which felt soft and smooth to the touch, almost touching his heart, making him reluctant to part with it.

Once finished, he put the hairdryer away and came back out to ask, "What did you say just now? I didn’t catch it?"