Feng Fanghua spoke as if those memories were still vivid in her mind. Listening to her, Qin Mu felt somewhat like an outsider. "Bring it back and share some, it’s good to eat," Mu Zihao thought quietly, feeling that the cabbage from his own garden had to be shared to taste its best. "That would be great, but I wonder who would still care for a cabbage that’s just a few cents per pound nowadays." "Rest assured, I promise to help you finish them," Mu Zihao looked up at Feng Fanghua, his gaze full of commitment to her. Feng Fanghua was rendered speechless by his look. Qin Mu, sitting diagonally opposite them, watched and felt that Feng Fanghua’s gaze towards Mu Zihao was filled with love and trust. Later, Mu Yichen was holding his phone while reviewing documents, and Qin Mu occasionally turned her head to look at him, her gaze also full of love. "Old man of Jing Family, I’ve heard he’s still reluctant to come back?" Mu Zihao mentioned again. "Why is the old man of Jing Family unwilling to return? This city is too noisy, while the countryside may seem simple, it’s actually peaceful and comfortable." Feng Fanghua remarked with emotion. "But the city is more convenient," Qin Mu honestly shared her feelings. "That’s because you grew up here, so you find it good, just like your grandfather, who used to live in the countryside. Even after moving to the city, he still thought the countryside was the best. It’s not the place itself, but the memories and feelings it brings," Feng Fanghua explained. Qin Mu nodded, acknowledging this. Yet, Qin Mu cherished these seven years here... Qin Mu eventually loved this place probably because the person she loved was here. Qin Mu looked at Mu Yichen, who, amidst his busyness, glanced at her. She blinked at him, and Mu Yichen instantly seemed puzzled, raising his eyebrows. Only the two understood the subtle intimacy. Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, sitting diagonally opposite, watched and sighed helplessly, proposing, "How about we go to the United Kingdom together for Christmas this year?" "You go ahead! As for us, we’d rather not!" Mu Yichen responded, looking at his phone. Qin Mu looked at him in confusion, thinking how nice it would be for the family to travel together? "Why would you rather not? Do you feel uncomfortable with us?" Feng Fanghua questioned, a bit upset that her son always prioritized his wife over his mother. "Isn’t the company holding an event for Christmas? Would it be appropriate for us to leave?" Mu Yichen glanced up, looking quite serious. This statement made Feng Fanghua quiet, while Mu Zihao smiled, understanding his son’s thoughts. It’s also good to give the young couple some space to be alone. Nowadays, Mu Zihao has passed the phase of only wanting to be with Feng Fanghua. Instead, he wishes to take his old father out for a walk, as time waits for no one. The lost family affection now has time to be regained. So today, Mu Zihao was quite insistent. After a half-hour call with the old man, he finally agreed to come back within a few days. In fact, it’s already very cold. Late at night, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao retired to their room to rest, while Qin Mu was carried to the bedroom by Mu Yichen. Qin Mu was sore from being carried on his shoulder, and Mu Yichen lowered her onto the bed, then leaned over her, pressing her with his gaze: "Why were you staring at me downstairs just now?" Qin Mu’s dark eyes shifted slightly, somewhat woodenly asked back. Mu Yichen’s hand slid up from under her sweatshirt, gazing at her with an invasive look. "I was looking, but how could you know I was looking at you if you didn’t see me?" Qin Mu tightened up and couldn’t resist retorting. Mu Yichen’s eye corner lifted in a grin, and the next moment, he pinched her beautiful chin: "Has anyone ever told you, Mrs. Mu, that your debating skill is rather poor? And it seriously irritates your husband?" Between a husband and wife, reason doesn’t always prevail! Just moment, when Mr. Mu couldn’t argue, he still could easily silence Mrs. Mu. Qin Mu looked into his eyes gently and smiled mischievously instead of getting angry: "Where is my man dissatisfied?" Her hand moved from his shoulder to his chest, gently tapping, inching towards his dissatisfaction. Mu Yichen’s dark eyes narrowed, and the next moment he directly unbuckled his belt: "No need to be so subtle." Qin Mu’s hand froze at the warm touch. In terms of brazenness, she certainly wasn’t Mr. Mu’s match, at least most of the time, she wasn’t. Rolling and tussling until deep into the night, Mu Yichen remained with his forehead pressed against hers, not rising from her body. It seemed that the temperature of her slender body was just right, very suitable for his posture. Exhausted, Qin Mu panted softly, eyes lightly closed, feeling Mu Yichen’s breath intertwining with hers, her hands weak, sliding from his muscular waist onto the bed sheet. Mu Yichen asked after feeling her weakness. Qin Mu had no choice but to yield, her throat dry and parched. "Shall I get you some water?" Qin Mu smiled tiredly, thinking what reward could she give him? Whether she offers it or not, he would certainly get what he wants, right? Mu Yichen also smiled, and after satisfaction, his gaze softened extraordinarily: "What are you laughing about, Mrs. Mu?" Qin Mu laughed as she explained to him. He pecked her soft lips lightly, then moved his agile body off hers and put on the robe that had fallen on the floor to fetch her water. Qin Mu squinted and turned over, lying by his pillow and looked at the tall figure walking towards the door, feeling fatigued yet her heart, so warm and fulfilled. Mu Yichen, this man, could always infuse her with strength. Qin Mu’s phone beeped, it was a message from an unfamiliar number: "Mrs. Mu, what does Mr. Mu mean by this? Is he planning to snatch any land my husband wants to buy?" Qin Mu read it for a while, sighed lightly as she guessed who it was. What could she reply? Perhaps pretend she saw nothing? Liu Jingyuan’s wife must be a very intelligent woman, always appearing well-mannered whenever they’ve met. For her to send such questioning message, she must be genuinely upset with Mu Yichen, or maybe those negative scandals troubled the usually gentle Mrs. Liu? Qin Mu wasn’t sure which reason, perhaps both. But what should she say? Without even asking Mu Yichen, she knew why. Asking would only upset both of them. Yet, how should she respond to this woman? When Mu Yichen came upstairs with water, Qin Mu reflexively hid her phone under the pillow, then smiled at him: "Why did it take you so long?"