His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1620 - 453: You Always Know How to Handle Me!
"It’s because you haven’t tried hard enough. Why don’t you try again!"
When Qin Mu looked up, Mu Yichen encouraged her to give it another shot.
"Haven’t tried hard enough? My heart is completely with you. Seeing your cold face, I dare not even speak a complete sentence!"
Qin Mu glanced at him, a bit of a complaint, yet not too much.
Mu Yichen sincerely gazed at her stubborn face, despite her seeming slightly fragile.
"Is it because you’re scared? Are you this afraid of me?"
Mu Yichen chuckled lightly.
"Yes!"
Qin Mu replied, keeping her eyes down.
"If you’re so afraid of me, why did you call me by my full name yesterday? With such wide eyes, like you were going to eat me."
Mu Yichen’s deep voice slowly poured out, the melodious sound made Qin Mu intuitively bury her head lower.
"After making mistakes today, you feel guilty and claim to be scared of me!"
Mu Yichen continued.
Qin Mu felt like he saw right through her, as if she’d been riddled with bullets, completely exposed.
"You! Always know how to handle me!"
Mu Yichen gently stroked her long hair, murmuring softly to her.
Qin Mu’s eyes moved slightly, then her long lashes lifted.
His eyes no longer held any chill, only gentleness.
"Don’t drive so far by yourself anymore, okay?"
Qin Mu nodded with effort.
Mu Yichen had mixed feelings, worried about her despite her being an adult with sound judgment.
Running far to buy a guitar for their daughter, Mu Yichen knew Qin Mu cared about their daughter deeply, even if she verbally complained about the daughter’s fussiness. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled.
Qin Mu was too exhausted to think, and she subconsciously wanted to sleep. It took less than two minutes for her to fall into a deep sleep.
Everything returned to peace in this affectionate night.
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The next morning.
Qin Mu took out specialties brought back from Tangguo from the car’s trunk; the old man had just finished practicing Tai Chi and curiously approached. Qin Mu opened the box, revealing several delicate small bottles.
"That couple thoughtfully prepared these for you, saying you’d definitely like them. They said that this homemade tea might even lower blood pressure when consumed over time. But I’m not sure how accurate that is!"
Qin Mu explained to the old man who was carefully examining the contents.
The old man nodded, seemingly understanding everything.
"You really know them?"
Qin Mu asked curiously.
"Yes! I know them all, bring them inside, I’ll make a little daily. According to traditional Chinese medicine, it really is a good remedy for lowering blood pressure."
The old man placed the few strands of dark tea leaves into the small bottle and spoke to Qin Mu.
Qin Mu wondered how mystical this could be?
But still carried them inside.
Inside, there were also two chickens and a basket of eggs; the aunt helped her carry them.
Originally, she could carry them herself, but without the chickens cooked, she really didn’t dare!
After breakfast, she took the guitar to the studio; a male colleague played very well, a song she couldn’t identify, effortlessly strumming it out, each note seemed to leap off the strings, mesmerizing everyone.
Qin Mu felt doomed and searched on Baidu for beginner tips; her head ached for a long time. But with help, a colleague marked the strings with 1, 2, 3, guiding her to practice simple tunes.
She then searched online for "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," spending a slow morning; her neck, half her back, fingers, legs, all stiffened.
If anyone ever said learning design was tough again, Qin Mu thought she’d have them try learning guitar; only then would they realize how blissful drawing design was.
At lunchtime, Qin Mu joined everyone at a nearby restaurant, listening to discussions about bringing parents over for Chinese New Year, hotel bookings, etc. Qin Mu commented, "If you’re booking hotels, why not ask me?"
Of course, everyone wanted her help but feared burdening her, feeling improper as so many took advantage of her connections.
"We’ve been together for many years now, from our time in Paris with JY, until now, in Rongcheng for all these years."
Qin Mu spoke softly to them, then flashed a slight smile.
The disappointment, helplessness, and sincerity in her eyes momentarily silenced everyone.
