Mu Yichen had planted a thorn in her heart, a thorn so deep and thick that she didn’t know if she could survive pulling it out. When Qin Mu got home, it was already very late. After parking the car, she quietly entered the house, tiptoeing up the stairs into her room in the dark. After tossing aside her bag, she sat in the soft chair by the window, bent over with her face buried deep in her palms. Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao had just woken up from their sleep, lying in bed whispering: "Was that Mumu coming back?" "It should be. I heard the car stop outside." Mu Zihao agreed, then turned to ask her, "What do you think?" "I just feel can’t go on. Last time, Yichen used a fake car accident to trick Qin Mu into coming back. This time, should we use a fake car accident to lure him here? They’ve been separated for three months; we shouldn’t let something really happen!" "Hmm! Maybe we should talk to dad about it!" Mu Zihao felt that saying Mumu had a car accident was too inauspicious, but the old man’s health had indeed been not too well recently. "That sounds good! Let’s talk to dad about it tomorrow." Feng Fanghua said and then leaned closer to him, "Why are these two so stubborn?" "If one of them had a temper like mine, wouldn’t you be bored?" "Are you saying I meddle too much?" Feng Fanghua raised her eyes from Mu Zihao’s embrace. In the darkness, Mu Zihao couldn’t help but smile, while Feng Fanghua pinched his waist. "Ouch! How can you be so rough at your age?" "You’re the one who’s mindful, our whole family relies on your wisdom, right?" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI★Fire.net The next day, when Qin Mu went to play basketball, the couple went to the old man’s room to share their idea. The old man had just finished washing up and was preparing to head downstairs for some tea. Hearing his son and daughter-in-law planning to reconcile his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, he felt it was a matter of duty. But their plan couldn’t be put into action. While playing basketball, Qin Mu stepped on a large iron nail, almost piercing her foot. The couple saw her hugging her foot on the court, rocking back and forth, feeling a sense of dread, and immediately ran over. The couple anxiously asked as they approached her. "It’s nothing! Just stepped on a nail!" Qin Mu hugged her foot, her voice weakened, and cold sweat was breaking out on her forehead. Seeing the rusty nail, Mu Zihao quickly turned to Feng Fanghua: "Take care of Mumu, I’ll drive the car over, we need to go to the hospital." Feng Fanghua was terrified, her socks were thoroughly soaked with blood. "Child, why weren’t you more careful?" Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but cover her mouth, frightened by the unstoppable bleeding. Qin Mu helplessly let out a laugh, tears almost welling up from the pain. They had been playing basketball here for over a month without incident, always keeping it clean. Who would have thought there’d be an iron nail between the bricks? At the hospital, it was a round of unbearable disinfection; Qin Mu hugged Feng Fanghua’s waist as if she was going to squeeze her to death, yet she dared not use too much force, only biting her lip hard. When the doctor finished disinfecting, most of her lip had been bitten colorless by her. The weather turned gloomier that day. Feng Fanghua no longer sent messages but directly called her son: "You should come over, she stepped on an iron nail today, and she probably won’t be able to walk for a while." Feng Fanghua’s voice was filled with fatigue and concern. Mu Yichen frowned, driving on his way home. "Someone left an iron nail on the basketball court, and she stepped on it!" Feng Fanghua sighed helplessly after explaining, thinking of Qin Mu holding her while enduring the pain, she couldn’t help but feel heartache. There was a moment of silence on Mu Yichen’s end, before he simply said, "I know!" Mu Yichen hung up the phone. Feng Fanghua didn’t understand, looked at her phone screen, and sighed helplessly. Mu Zihao asked when he returned to the room. "He said he knows! But he didn’t say if he’ll come or not!" "That kid is stubborn too!" Mu Zihao sighed in resignation. As they were unsure if Mu Yichen would go to see Qin Mu, the next morning, the basketball court outside their house was dismantled, with the hoop removed, and the ground covered with a thick layer of soil by the workers. Everyone listened to the sound, each watching from their windows, and Qin Mu, hopping on one foot, stood by the window watching the dismantling of the basketball court, unable to help frowning.