Mu Yichen slumped on the sofa after returning home, thinking about what Jiang Zhiyuan had said, telling him to bring Qin Mu back! He just didn’t want to lose face every time, especially since he had said those words to her when she left. The morning in Paris was a bit damp. Quietly before dawn, there had been a drizzle, and after sunrise, the rain quietly faded away. Feng Fanghua stood at the room window, taking a photo of downstairs with her phone, Qin Mu with a dark shawl on her shoulders, her long hair loose, strolling on the quiet path at the front door, head lowered, lost in thought. "If you don’t come soon, your wife’s going to be snatched away!" Feng Fanghua texted Mu Yichen. By then, Mu Yichen had already had lunch and was in the office reading documents. After seeing the text from Ms. Feng, he opened his phone and saw the photo on WeChat. He thought, it must have just rained there, with a slight mist lingering. But in such cold weather, that girl, seeming distant and somewhat dejected behind the glass... No! She was no longer a girl, but a mother of two. Yet, even after all these years, though she occasionally appeared mature and wise, there were always times he felt she remained his girl, his little Qingmei. Mu Yichen sent back a message, though it was only two words, it showed he truly cared. "Many people! Her peers here, many are pursuing her. Last night, she came back only at midnight, brought back by a handsome guy, who isn’t any worse than you and even younger!" Feng Fanghua’s typing speed was decent, and just a few words could make her son’s heart a bit chaotic. Qin Mu stood at the front door, looking at the basketball court across the street, which seemed abandoned for a long time. She couldn’t help but look around, then started running towards it. Feng Fanghua stood upstairs watching, as it was still early, the children were still asleep, so she stood at the window enjoying the view, unexpectedly seeing her daughter-in-law. Feng Fanghua understood, no matter how smart someone appears, there are times they feel sad. That sadness, like the silent rain, quietly grows in the heart of a woman who usually seems so detached and clever. Qin Mu glanced around and suddenly thought, she needed to buy a basketball, bring Mu Zihao along in the mornings to play for half an hour. Surely, exercising would improve anyone’s mood. After breakfast, Feng Fanghua asked Qin Mu: "Will you be home today as well?" "No! I have to go to the studio today, then drop by the mall." The most update n0vels are published on NoveIＦire.net Qin Mu wore a neat jacket, tucked her hair behind her ears, her jade-like skin capturing attention and causing admiration. "Going to the studio! Is Jian Yan also there?" "Probably! He’s usually at the studio!" Qin Mu thought vaguely, Jian Yan used to stay home a lot; home was his studio, but later he started enjoying going to the actual studio, where his team was. "Oh! Is he in good health?" "He’s really good! Mom, I’m heading out now, I’ll be back early!" Qin Mu said before leaving, promising to be back before nine, and it was already past eight. "Alright! Drive carefully!" Qin Mu agreed, then took the car keys and left with her bag. Feng Fanghua watched her leave, sighed helplessly, then sent another message to Mu Yichen: "Now she’s gone to find her mentor! I sense something might be happening between your wife and her mentor this time in Paris." "Is your wife someone who doesn’t go to work for no reason and stays home for days?" Mu Yichen thought, it didn’t seem like her. "She hasn’t been drawing or making clothes recently. When I asked her about Jian Yan, she was always composed, but it’s because she’s too composed that makes me suspicious." "You’re overthinking it, I have to go to a meeting, talk later!" Upon hearing a knock on the door, Mu Yichen sent that message to Feng Fanghua and put his phone down. "Boss! A Mr. Hu is here to see you!" Mu Yichen said, tidying up the desk and his expression became slightly more solemn than before. Meanwhile, after Qin Mu drove to the studio, she was with her colleagues discussing the upcoming show. Jian Yan stood at the office door, leaning against the frame, holding a cigarette in his hand, showing a hint of melancholy, but not overly, watching them debate the order of the show.