Mu Yichen’s pillow was still neatly placed there, as if it hadn’t been slept on. Qin Mu looked at his pillow for a while, feeling a void in her heart. When she finally snapped out of it, she quickly got up, grabbed her phone, and while pulling back the covers and getting out of bed, she called him. The call went through, but the phone just rang and rang with no one picking up. Her heart suddenly tightened, and without much thought, she kept dialing, draped a robe over herself, and walked out with her head down, not even having time to put on shoes. He said he would be back in the middle of the night, but it was already daylight and he still hadn’t returned. The sky outside was overcast, giving off a really unsettling feeling. Qin Mu’s brow furrowed as she walked silently across the floor. Until she reached the first floor, standing at the staircase, she heard the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen. Her anxious eyes immediately darted in that direction. While her hollow, tense heart did not relax a bit, something excited was swirling in her eyes. Mu Yichen was preparing breakfast, making her favorite side dishes. On the cutting board, there were finely sliced cucumbers and carrots. Qin Mu crossed the dining room and stood at the kitchen entrance. When she saw him in a neatly pressed shirt, with his tall figure right in front of her, she practically stepped in immediately without caring how cold the floor was, a bit anxious and flustered, entering and wrapping her arms tightly around his solid waist from one side. "What time did you get back?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, her throat was tight as she asked. He put down the knife in his hand, turned around, and since his fingers were wet, he didn’t touch her, just rested his palm on her shoulder and looked down to see her red-rimmed eyes. Mu Yichen’s heart ached, his handsome contours turned slightly somber. She didn’t dare to say, fearing that something might have happened to him. She just hugged him tightly again, pressing her face to his chest on the slightly cool fabric. Mu Yichen thought of a few things and gently lowered his eyes to kiss her forehead. Qin Mu hugged him tightly with a touch of petulance, unwilling to let go. Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, looking down again to see her pretty bare feet, her thin instep adorned with beautiful dark red nail polish touching the floor, and his reflexive action was to pick her up. Qin Mu paused, looking up at him with questioning eyes. "Who told you to come out barefoot? Go put on your shoes and wash up, then let’s have breakfast." No one else was at home, Feng Fanghua said to let everyone have a break, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves actually to help them bond more. Now, it truly was increasing their closeness. Qin Mu, held by him, was taken upstairs. Once Mu Yichen placed her on the bed and wanted to head back down, Qin Mu stubbornly held onto his neck with a bit of possessive pride, refusing to let him go. "Today I made congee in the earthenware pot, wait until after breakfast!" Mu Yichen’s deep black eyes stared at her, then he gently reassured her in a soft voice. Qin Mu’s hands moved clumsily, finally releasing him, her face heating up. She clearly just didn’t want to let him go, but he seemed to think that after breakfast they would... Qin Mu immediately turned her eyes away, awkwardly saying, "After breakfast, explain clearly why you came back so late." "As you command! My darling!" Mu Yichen leaned close in front of her, planted a deep kiss on her forehead once again, looked at her lovingly, and then reluctantly left. Qin Mu, on the other hand, turned over, slowly pulling the covers over her face with some force before her face turned red enough to bleed. Without needing to go to the studio, Qin Mu pulled Mu Yichen to stay at home, and after breakfast, they curled up on the sofa, turning on the TV but keeping it muted, simply chatting while holding each other. "The car broke down? Just that?" After hearing his explanation, Qin Mu almost exploded with anger. At that moment, she was so scared, practically in a life-and-death state. "What else? Old Qin was with me, if you don’t believe me, you can ask him." Mu Yichen gently reminded her, his hand softly caressing the bare skin on her wrist. Qin Mu placed her hand on his chest, looking at him with increasingly curious eyes. "You just pulled him into work after they got their marriage certificate?" Qin Mu asked, disapprovingly. "Who said getting a marriage certificate means no work? Didn’t I keep working after I got mine?" Mu Yichen immediately replied with a bit of acidity in his tone. Qin Mu’s mouth twitched, not daring to say much more on the subject after marriage. Original content can be found at novel·fiɾe·net