The rest area suddenly fell silent, leaving only the aroma of three cups of coffee slowly rising. Yang Bo leaned over to look at Mu Yichen, unable to hold back his laughter: "Bro, can I say this in front of Xiaomu?" "If you can’t say it, why did you come back?" Asking this now is like setting a trap for him, isn’t it? If he wasn’t allowed to say it, wouldn’t Qin Mu make him sleep on the couch again? Mu Yichen’s dark eyes half-closed, he slowly turned to look at Yang Bo, signaling that he shouldn’t speak carelessly. "Why are you looking at him?" Qin Mu turned to look at Mu Yichen, asking him unhappily. "I just wanted to tell him that food can be eaten carelessly, but words can’t be spoken carelessly." "Are you threatening Officer Yang not to tell me the truth? So you really did get involved with another woman, I’ve only been gone for over half a year." Qin Mu was upset, furrowing her brows with frustration. But the way she deliberately threw a tantrum was particularly endearing. Mu Yichen chuckled lightly: "Baby, don’t be upset, let’s hear Officer Yang tell us slowly!" Qin Mu, disturbed by his "baby," could only glare at him, then stubbornly stared at Yang Bo, waiting for Yang Bo to reveal the answer. "She gets along well with that journalist lady who often sought you out before, what was her name?" Yang Bo explained in a low voice, by the way asking Mu Yichen. Before Mu Yichen could answer, Qin Mu had already answered. "Yes, that’s the person. Lu Fei means she heard through chats with Wu Jiaojiao that because of Xiaomu, Wu Jiaojiao was dismissed from the TV station. So she came to seek justice for Wu Jiaojiao, but she didn’t expect Xiaomu was back in the country these days." Yang Bo said, looking at Mu Yichen and then at Qin Mu. Mu Yichen’s brow and eyes remained downcast, not lifting. So it was the turmoil caused by Wu Jiaojiao’s dismissal. But, letting his wife suffer such great grievance, Mu Yichen sighed: "Just let this thing with Lu Fei rest." Yang Bo turned his head to glance at him, raising his hand to lightly pat Mu Yichen: "Had I known it would be so easy to get your help, I’d have asked Lu Fei to stir things up sooner." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N0velFire.ɴet Yang Bo really had no good impression of that woman, the one he wanted to marry had to be a truly educated and sensible good girl, not someone with good looks but a belly full of bad intentions. "I can’t handle this; our family’s old man will have to do it!" Mu Yichen chuckled softly upon hearing this, looking at Yang Bo. Qin Mu felt completely bewildered, were these two men plotting together to harm that woman named Lu Fei? Qin Mu felt quite disgruntled, but didn’t want to meddle too much; she feared that coming back this time, she’d be tormented by those women again. Just thinking about it made her angry. Obviously, she didn’t provoke anyone else, yet was always tormented by others. "It’s getting late, and it’s raining. We’d better head home early!" Yang Bo said, then picked up his cup to take a sip of coffee, and slowly put it down again. It was still raining on the way back. Qin Mu asked Mu Yichen: "I don’t mind if you help your bro to stop the marriage, that Lu Fei woman indeed isn’t good. But once the marriage is stopped, don’t do anything more, okay?" Qin Mu turned to look at him, very seriously suggesting to him. Mu Yichen agreed, looking quite agreeable. Qin Mu helplessly sighed lightly: "To be honest, you really do attract trouble! And the trouble you attract is really quite ordinary." "The ones at home are too formidable, making outsiders seem particularly out of league." Mu Yichen chuckled lightly, and when saying this, he even glanced at her. Qin Mu shot him another look, sighed a bit discontentedly, then turned her head to look at the rain curtain outside. This rain was indeed quite relentless. At the traffic lights, their car stopped, and they saw a slim girl in a plain white dress carrying a black bag passing by on the sidewalk. The bag wasn’t very large, but it at least kept the girl’s head from getting wet. Qin Mu always felt there was a familiar shadow in the heart of that lonely person. Mu Yichen didn’t pay much attention, and as soon as he could, he turned away and left. The two of them drove the car back home, Qin Mu sitting next to him, absentmindedly asked: "Dare I ask, did President Mu bring an umbrella in the car today?" Mu Yichen turned his head, bothered by the tease in her big round eyes, raised his hand to hold the back of her head and pulled her towards him. "I brought the umbrella! Let me go get it!" Mu Yichen explained to her in a low voice, then opened the door and left.