Mu Yichen looked at her in such a way, feeling an immense sense of guilt. In his heart, he harshly slapped himself ten thousand times, vowing never again to play around with her in freezing weather, in the garage, or in the car. In cold weather, it’s important to stay warm while doing things. During lunchtime, Qin Mu barely ate a few bites. Feng Fanghua was worried she might infect Chengcheng, so simply called the driver to have Chengcheng taken out for some fun. Mu Yichen and Qin Mu occupied the sofa at home. Qin Mu lay on Mu Yichen’s legs, unable to clearly see the show on TV and softly asked him, "Are we being rejected?" Mu Yichen sat there earnestly watching TV, unable to move her, not because he feared infection, but because he didn’t want to tire her. So he just let her lie on his legs, his eyes fixed on the television. Nearing two o’clock, he felt a bit sleepy too. Turning off the TV, he picked her up from the sofa and went upstairs to sleep until it turned completely dark. In the evening, Qin Mu’s fever subsided a bit. Mu Yichen promised Qiao Yi and Jiang Zhiyuan to have dinner in the evening, and Jing Feng and others were all going too, so he could only leave Qin Mu at home. However, he repeatedly stated: if you don’t want me to go, I won’t go. "No! Although wives are important, brothers are important too, and besides, I’m already better, so you go quickly, lest they say you prioritize romance over friendship." Actually, she just wanted to say: hurry up and go! But she didn’t dare to rush him out, so could only subtly encourage him to leave. Mu felt assured when she acknowledged his importance, nodded, "Call me if you need something, I’ll just sit for a while and come back." Qin Mu waved at him, thinking: "Please come back late, let me wreak some havoc in the room alone, let me let loose, thank you!" Mu Yichen was at the door, didn’t forget to turn back, "Are you sure you’re just letting me go ?" "Yep, yep! Don’t let them wait too long, otherwise I’ll be blamed again!" Qin Mu nodded repeatedly, looking like a sensible good wife. "It’s cold, don’t roam into other people’s rooms, wait for me back on the bed." Mu Yichen reminded her at the door. Qin Mu obediently agreed, smiling sincerely as she watched him turn around, barely counting on him leaving. Then she sighed deeply, lay back on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and couldn’t help but smile. In their family, indeed, Mu always acted exceedingly childish. Outside, the drizzle was still falling, Mu Yichen, tidily dressed in a suit, got in the car and headed to the hotel. "Let’s bet how late Mu Yichen will be? I predict at least half an hour." A few people of similar age sat in the hotel’s exclusive suite, Jiang Zhiyuan smoking, suggesting. "Then I bet ten minutes, what’s the wager?" Jing Feng stood at the window looking at the sea view, mentioning casually. "Yeah! What is the wager?" Qiao Yi also curiously glanced at Jiang Zhiyuan. "The wager, for the next year, whoever loses treats the account among brothers here. How about it?" Jiang Zhiyuan thought about it, though it seemed a bit harsh for the loser, but surely he wouldn’t lose, knowing Mu Yichen, if he isn’t being lovey-dovey with Qin Mu, that would be odd. "Then I guess fifteen minutes! How about whoever’s time difference is the largest loses?" Zhao Huai also suggested. "Starting the timing now, I guess twelve minutes." Qiao Yi said while raising his wrist to look at the time on the watch, then the room gradually quieted down. Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly had a bad premonition; all three of them said around ten minutes, only he said half an hour, he felt he needed to send a WeChat to Xiaomu, asking her to stall for Mu. So, while Qin Mu was drawing pictures on the bed, saw the phone placed on the blanket rang, lifted her eyes and saw the message from Jiang Zhiyuan: "Xiaomu, stall for our Brother Chen." Qin Mu slightly raised her brow, picked up the phone with the pen held between her fingers, and composed a message to send: "Brother Chen has already set off." Jiang Zhiyuan was shocked, thinking about how he was courting someone now, and not wanting to spend money on these unruly men, pondered over it while furrowing his brows. "Almost half an hour ago!" Qin Mu checked the time, replied. Master Jiang: "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" Xiaomu: "You didn’t ask me earlier!" Master Jiang: "You really messed me up!"