"Mu Yichen, I’m going to sleep!" Qin Mu responded reflexively, realizing afterwards that she really shouldn’t have said it. Mu Yichen, however, felt at ease hearing her say good night, and finally turned around. But he still didn’t leave; for these five months, he hadn’t heard her say good night to him, nor had he had the chance to say good night to her, but now. Suddenly, he thought perhaps he should really curb his temper. If there’s another incident ... Life is already so short. After showering, Qin Mu lay quietly in bed, wanting to hear something from outside the door. Yet, there was no sound outside the door. Only her phone made some noise. She didn’t save Mu Yichen’s phone number in this phone, so when he sent her messages, it showed his phone number. Number: "Just found some scar removal ointment in my pocket, do you want it?" Number: "Add me on WeChat! The ointment can completely remove scars in one month." Wife: "I wouldn’t believe you! I’m going to sleep! Stop messaging!" Number: "Add me on WeChat! Otherwise I’m going to open the door!" When Qin Mu saw that message, she angrily sat up immediately, thought for a few seconds, then opened WeChat. Sure enough, someone had added her as a friend. After accepting, she didn’t change his remark, his WeChat name was just Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen: "Look at the picture!" Mu Yichen sent her a picture of the ointment, but she didn’t know if he really wanted to show her the ointment or his palm, along with the black... Wife: "Who gave it to you?" Mu Yichen: "Jing Feng!" Wife: "Why did he give you ointment?" Mu Yichen: "I asked for it!" He told Feng Fanghua that Jing Feng had forcibly given it to him, but he didn’t want to say that to Qin Mu; he wanted her to know his intentions. Wife: "I’ll take it tomorrow, it’s late, sleep!" Mu Yichen: "Without you, I can’t sleep well!" Mu Yichen: "What do you mean?" Qin Mu didn’t want to talk to him anymore, tossed her phone aside, and closed her eyes. But once she closed her eyes, she suddenly realized how excited she was, with her heart racing. What was wrong with her? Why so suddenly excited? It’s just adding on WeChat; what’s their relationship? They’ve shared a bed for several years, had two kids, yet she was still so nervous? Qin Mu squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to remain calm. —— Updates are released by NoveI[F]ire.net Early the next morning! The old man was the first to get up; although he didn’t know how the two upstairs spent the night, today the old man was extraordinarily energetic and in a good mood. Early in the morning, he went out for a stroll. Both Mu Yichen and Qin Mu woke up late in all their splendor, as they had stayed up too late chatting on WeChat last night. But Qin Mu was startled awake by her phone at eight o’clock; Xiaomei called asking her to hurry back, Qin Mu said, "What’s wrong? No one’s there to take care of you while I’m away, so you’re uncomfortable? If I come back, the first thing I’ll do is ban talking relationships in the office." Xiaomei was so scared she didn’t dare ask her to come back and hung up. Qin Mu chuckled smugly, then glanced at her phone, realizing it was already eight o’clock and five minutes past, her eyes flickered and she immediately uncovered herself and climbed out of bed to get ready. She hadn’t expected someone else got up even later than her. Mu Yichen, in another room, could hear her in the bathroom and gradually woke up too. After getting ready and putting on lipstick, Qin Mu was about to head out the door, but as soon as she stepped out of her bedroom she was startled by the scene before her. Mr. Mu was wearing one of Grandpa’s few old shirts, standing at her door. "Good morning, Mrs. Mu!" Mu Yichen said with a smile in his eyes, greeting her. Qin Mu’s throat felt a bit itchy, she opened her mouth but didn’t utter a word. "You, what is this..." She was a bit puzzled by his attire. "I came hurriedly and didn’t bring clothes, this is Grandpa’s!" In a hurry? Wasn’t the business trip long planned? How could he be so rushed he didn’t even bring clothes? Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, "Where are you rushing off to so early?" "To work! You think I’m you, not needing to be punctual!" "Even though you don’t make as much money as me, aren’t you your own boss? When did you need to be so punctual? I remember Mrs. Mu often slept in till late in the past?"