In June, rainfall is one of the heaviest of the year. The rain drenched the entire window, and such a summer surprisingly calms one’s mood. Compared to summer in Paris, clearly, summer in Rongcheng suits her better. Qin Mu gently hugged her own arms and looked at the blurred world outside the rain curtain. Life away from home for more than half a year had made her long for everything at home, even this rain. She leaned against the window frame and turned her eyes to the man on the bed, a serene gaze resting on him. Her previously artistic mood was instantly disrupted by him, and she playfully shook her head, then followed the edge of the window to move outside, "I’m heading out! Dad and mom will wake up!" President Mu lay there, confidently reminding her. Qin Mu’s dark eyes involuntarily rolled around. She couldn’t figure out what he had done to the door, but she thought of giving it a try. Yet, she didn’t even reach the door, her heels off the ground. Later, nearing half-past seven, Mu Yichen finally gave her liberty, asking, "What will you do today?" "Go to the studio! I haven’t been there for a while, and I kind of miss it!" Qin Mu softly told him. "Looked rather heartless when you left!" "It was you, heartless, who sent me to the plane, Yichen!" Qin Mu helplessly placed her hand on his shoulder, kindly reminded him. Mu Yichen immediately lost his temper, chuckled softly, "I really made a big mistake!" His forehead touched Qin Mu’s, sighing with deep regret. "If we don’t get up now, Huanhuan should be leaving!" Qin Mu gently reminded him, the past was the past, and she didn’t want to bring it up again at all. Mu Yichen chuckled softly, recalling hearing Feng Fanghua calling Huanhuan to leave. In the morning, Mu Yichen went to the office building, and Qin Mu drove to the studio. She currently had no idea what the studio looked like, really worried that during her absence, it had become unrecognizable. However, it turned out to be just as clean as before. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net When she found it still so clean inside, she suddenly felt a bit sentimental. Missing everything about this place, the partners here. "Darlings, I’m back!" Qin Mu stood at the door, involuntarily spread her arms, smiling like a silly girl. Xiaomei was discussing something with a colleague, turned her head in confusion upon hearing the voice, and not just her, everyone was surprised. The woman standing at the door of their studio, her back to the rain curtain, was indeed their Qinqin? The following few minutes were filled with cheers. Xiaomei even jumped onto her, "You know to come back, you bad woman! I’m going to tie you up so you never leave again!" Xiaomei exerted force as if to strangle her, her hands hanging on Qin Mu’s neck, telling her. "If you don’t come down, I won’t walk away, but be hanged!" Qin Mu placed her hands on Xiaomei’s arms, kindly reminding her. "I won’t let you go, I’m afraid you’ll run away again! Once you run, it’s over half a year!" Xiaomei really cried, she had intended to find Qin Mu in Paris, but Zhao Huai intervened because he knew she used to have a crush on Jian Yan. In the end, Xiaomei stayed in Rongcheng and went nowhere. "Never leaving again! But if I ever catch you dating Zhao Huai here again, I’m going to dock your bonus!" Qin Mu gently hugged her, her voice equally gentle, reminding Xiaomei. The people standing around couldn’t help but laugh, while Xiaomei herself blushed awkwardly, "Oh, stop it, I wasn’t going on dates with him here!" The sweet and coy manner, was this really the straightforward yet slightly silly Xiaomei from before? After greeting everyone, Qin Mu went back to the office, and Xiaomei hurried to make her some coffee and brought it up to her, telling her on the side, "While you were away, a lot of people came to ask if you were going to divorce President Mu, worried that you wouldn’t return, worried that our studio might collapse." Xiaomei stood beside her, saying, she had wasted a lot of effort to handle these people during those days. "Looks like you handled things well! How about I treat you to lunch today? Want to invite Zhao Huai too?" Qin Mu looked up at her, the expression in her eyes, Xiaomei could understand. "Why are you asking me whether to invite him! Besides, we haven’t really been in touch much lately! Your husband called him for something mysterious!" When Xiaomei mentioned this, she sounded a bit resentful.