"So it’s true that men change after being married for a long time!" Qin Mu said slowly, standing there without moving. Mu Yichen held the umbrella over her head, his dark eyes looking at her: "What’s wrong?" It was clear she was in a bad mood, but it didn’t seem to be because he was late. "Zhao Huai picked up Xiaomei five minutes before work ended, while you, who always claim to love me the most, couldn’t even beat her best friend. So, have you started neglecting me because you’ve got me now?" Qin Mu looked up at him with sharp, scrutinizing eyes. Mu Yichen looked at her helplessly, thinking to himself that it really wasn’t because he was late, but because someone else had been early. "If we don’t leave now, the rain’s going to get heavier." Mu Yichen squinted outside and gave her a kind reminder. "So it’s true that after being married for a while, your patience isn’t what it used to be." Qin Mu gave him another glance, then started walking out first. Immediately caught up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing down: "When have I ever been patient?" Ha! As the saying goes: I’ve never seen someone so shameless! Mu Yichen escorted her to the car, and as they were leaving, Qin Mu saw a familiar license plate parked at the corner of her studio. It wasn’t until they drove some distance that she recalled who the car belonged to. When passing by, Mu Yichen only shot a cold glance and then mercilessly drove off. Some people and some things were already in the past. Since Liu Jingyuan hadn’t come to bother them, why should they make a fuss? Still, after returning home, Mu Yichen let Qin Mu into the house first, then made a phone call himself. Qin Mu had a hunch that Mu Yichen was competing with Liu Jingyuan. And sure enough, just as she suspected, at the land auction two days later, Mr. Mu acquired the plot at a high price. When reporters interviewed him about the purpose of the land purchase, he shamelessly, and with particular coldness, said it was for fun. So, for a while, everyone in the Rongcheng business circle knew Mr. Mu was at odds with Mr. Liu again, which also reminded people of the glorious event years ago when Liu Jingyuan pursued Mrs. Mu at the Jing family siblings’ birthday party. To this, Qin Mu remained silent. To this, Mr. Mu was glad to let it be. To this, Liu Jingyuan was silent. That night, after the kids were asleep, Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua were chatting with Qin Mu and Mu Yichen on the living room couch. Feng Fanghua asked Mu Yichen, "The gossip these days says you’re competing with Liu Jingyuan, do you dare to admit it?" Mu Yichen sat next to Qin Mu, his hand tapping lightly on the back of the sofa, raised his dark eyes, and smiled devilishly: "Do you think Liu Jingyuan is a match for your son?" "Then why tell the media you spent billions on land just for fun? Don’t I know you by now?" Feng Fanghua gave him a look, directly tearing off his hypocritical mask. Qin Mu, sitting next to Mu Yichen, didn’t dare to say a word. She felt that Liu Jingyuan should be a taboo subject, and at the very least, she shouldn’t mention this man at home. After hearing this, Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly and didn’t speak, but the arrogance on his face seemed to say: "I’m targeting him on purpose, what can anyone do about it?" "This afternoon, I talked to your grandfather on the phone; he’s agreed to come back soon." Mu Zihao watched for a while and listened for a while, knowing his son’s temper, so he shifted the topic. "Really? He’s finally willing to come back from the countryside to live with us. This time we can’t let him leave again; otherwise, who knows when he’ll come back." Qin Mu was delighted and suggested. "This time, we mustn’t let him return to the countryside for so long; his health doesn’t allow it." Mu Zihao nodded as he spoke. Mu Yichen, sitting next to Qin Mu, nonchalantly leaned to one side towards her, twirling a strand of her long hair between his fingers, his eyes fixed on her hair. Qin Mu occasionally turned to look at him, pulling her hair out of his hand, only to have him grab it again soon after. "Sigh, just the thought of us taking a big truck to load cabbages and I’m already panicking." For Feng Fanghua, who had eaten a lot of cabbage in her childhood winters, this was simply terrifying. "Is cabbage that hard to eat?" Qin Mu hadn’t eaten much cabbage, occasionally eating the smaller ones, and didn’t understand Feng Fanghua’s feeling of having eaten too much cabbage since she was young. "Whether it’s hard to eat or not, if you eat it for two or three months, you’ll know! When I was young, my grandparents had to plant hundreds of cabbages every year, enough to feed the whole family. Luckily, my parents moved out later; otherwise, I really can’t imagine how I would’ve gotten through those years."