"No problem, you take good care of Xi Meng, I definitely won’t let you down." Qiao Yi used to be such a proud guy, and now he’s so easy-going. After Qiao Yi left, Mu Yichen resumed working seriously, but he was still surprised by Qiao Yi’s transformation. The brothers probably never imagined there’d be a day , where Qiao Yi would change so much and genuinely learn to care for someone. Before noon, Qiao Yi bought some sour plums for Xi Meng and placed them in the drawer. Xi Meng watched him arrange the sour plums, casually took a bag, opened it, pulled out a small packet, and then put one in her mouth, feeling it was quite nice. But seeing him arrange them so neatly, she was somehow at a loss for words. She’d been to his apartment once, and though it wasn’t unpresentable, it really wasn’t all that good-looking either. "If you feel unwell, just eat one, and if you’re hungry, call me immediately. I’ll have AM’s kitchen keep snacks ready for you at all times. Just tell me whatever you want to eat." After Qiao Yi finished, he closed the drawer, stood up, and looked at her with a very serious expression. Xi Meng slowly chewed the sour plum. It had a pit, but she couldn’t spit it out right now, so she just nodded. "Also! Mom and Dad called again urging us to go stay at their place. Honey, why don’t we go stay with them?" Qiao Yi was a bit worried about not taking good care of her, gripping her hands, asking her very gently. Xi Meng just stared at him blankly, unable to say a word. The little assistant next to them was already shocked, she’d never seen this side of Qiao Tezhu. There was no other girl in Qiao Yi’s eyes now, he only looked at Xi Meng, and since the moment they got the marriage license, there’s been no one else for him. Yet, he hadn’t realized this himself. Xi Meng just looked at him awkwardly, and after a moment, helplessly nodded her head. "Really? You’re the best!" The little assistant was dumbstruck, and Xi Meng was also stunned. "It’s a bit sour! I have some things to take care of first; we’ll go to my parent’s place tonight. They know better how to take care of a pregnant woman than I do." Qiao Yi left, reluctant to part. After he left, Xi Meng was in a daze for two seconds, and once he entered the elevator, she quickly took out a tissue to spit out the plum pit. "Sister Xi Meng, that was our Qiao Tezhu, right? I didn’t see wrong, did I?" Xi Meng glanced at her, then looked towards the elevator, thinking she wasn’t entirely sure herself, this side of Qiao Tezhu was truly startling. In the afternoon, Xi Meng and Qiao Yi’s luggage were moved from Xi Meng’s apartment to the Qiao Family’s place. After returning home, Xi Meng glanced around the empty house, blinking unconsciously, and Qiao Yi asked: "What’s wrong?" "Did our house get robbed?" Xi Meng turned her head slowly to look at him. Qiao Yi lifted his gaze to look inside, then called his parents. "It was my mom and dad who had someone come over." "But, how did they know our house password?" Xi Meng was incredulous, unable to come to terms for a long time. "Well... I think I might have said it once accidentally." Qiao Yi lowered his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and told her. After work, Mu Yichen went to find Qin Mu, and then... Jian Yan had arranged to have dinner with friends at AM in the evening, so Qin Mu also accompanied him. Mu Yichen then called home: "I’m eating out!" "Your mom reminded you two not to forget to get her baked sweet potatoes!" Mu Zihao responded simply. Mu Yichen actually felt a bit down; his beloved Mrs. Feng was only thinking about baked sweet potatoes. "You know these two!" Jian Yan introduced two designers to Qin Mu in the private room but didn’t introduce the other two. "Yes! We worked together in Paris!" Qin Mu smiled, nodded and greeted, "Long time no see!" The two enthusiastically greeted Qin Mu back, just when they were chatting and laughing, someone knocked on the door from outside. A handsome guy went to open the door, thinking it was a waiter delivering dishes, but upon seeing President Mu in a suit, he wasn’t too happy: "You are?" Content originally comes from novel•fire.net "Qin Miss’s husband!" Hearing the voice speaking Chinese, Qin Mu had to stand up and walk over: "What brings you here?" "Just happened to have business here and heard you guys were dining here, so I thought I’d join for a meal! Hope I’m not interrupting?" Mu Yichen glanced inside as he said the last part, looking at Jian Yan. Since AD was also there, Mu Yichen felt better. "Not at all! Qin Mu, please let President Mu in!" Jian Yan said calmly, thinking it was just right to have someone to pick up the tab. AD keenly noticed the flash of bitterness in Jian Yan’s eyes but couldn’t help grinning. In this world, who has love spared, and who has walked away unscathed? Mu Yichen didn’t stand on ceremony, coming in to sit down, sitting between Qin Mu and him. Qin Mu glanced at Mu Yichen, wondering what he was up to, but found herself unable to suppress a smile. Mu Yichen looked down at her: "Smiling so happily now." Mu Yichen then ignored her, turning to greet AD. Qin Mu felt somewhat played, but with so many designers around, she couldn’t bicker with him, so she whispered to those she was familiar with: "My husband is here to pay the bill for us." Upon hearing this, everyone immediately brightened up. Though Jian Yan was hosting, they felt a bit guilty asking him to foot the bill, and none of them wanted to shell out on their own. Mu Yichen’s timely appearance made everyone happy. Mu Yichen heard Qin Mu scheming against him: "Mrs. Mu, look back!"