His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 702 - 197 Indulgence (5) Childbirth_2

"Are you that afraid of upsetting her? Is it because of her that you don’t even dare to make a single female friend?"

Zhuo Wen still had her arms crossed, her voice not exactly loud, but every word carried a seriousness.

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Mu Yichen lifted his head but had to admit that it was the truth.

Zhuo Wen opened her mouth in disbelief and finally let out a mocking laugh, "So from now on, you won’t even talk to me at home? Mu Yichen, this is so not like you! Our relationship isn’t something that needs to be hidden, why can’t we even talk? There was nothing to it, but you’re making it seem shady."

Zhuo Wen began muttering, growing angrier as she spoke.

"Just bear with it! For Grandpa, and for yourself."

"I refuse to!"

After saying that, Zhuo Wen walked past him and then opened his car.

Qiao Yi, who was going to drive, sat up front. He hadn’t expected Zhuo Wen to come in and asked with a submissive air, "Miss Zhuo, where would you like to go?"

"Back to the Mu Family!"

Zhuo Wen said, then lowered her head to flick through her phone.

Mu Yichen had no choice but to knock on the door, "You take her back."

Qiao Yi thought to himself, this man really knows how to cause trouble.

"Okay!"

He nodded nonetheless, and then the car window was rolled up.

Zhuo Wen, who sat in the back, still heard their conversation and let out a bitter laugh involuntarily. As Qiao Yi started the car, she pushed open the door, slung her bag over her shoulder, and got out.

Qiao Yi...

Mu Yichen turned to look at her getting out of the car and asked, "Weren’t you going to let him take you home?"

"I won’t cause you trouble, if we are friends, we should consider each other’s feelings."

Zhuo Wen said, then walked ahead briskly.

Mu Yichen stared at her departing figure, not looking away until she turned around.

"Hey! Mu Yichen, you really think too highly of yourself, do you? Do you think all the women in the world revolve around you? And your wife, she’s put you on too high a pedestal, don’t you think?"

After saying that, Zhuo Wen walked off and went straight to the front to hail a taxi.

Mu Yichen let out a helpless chuckle and then got in the car.

—

That night, when the two of them returned home, neither of them spoke to the other. However, Zhuo Wen seemed to continue chatting congenially with others, even with Qin Mu.

"This is a photo from my trip to the Aegean Sea last year. My future husband, he’s handsome, isn’t he?"

Zhuo Wen was sitting on the sofa chatting with Qin Mu, showing her the photos on her phone and bringing him up in their conversation.

Impressed, Qin Mu nodded unwittingly, "Indeed, he’s handsome!"

The man looked like some actor, not inferior to their Mu Family head in any way.

"So you can rest assured? I absolutely do not like Mu Yichen’s type."

Zhuo Wen whispered in her ear, barely stifling a laugh.

Qin Mu turned to look at her, awkwardly smiling, "I admit, I was being petty."

"Good that you admit it! You should know that there are plenty of good men in the world. The same goes for you, you’ve been so focused on this one man since you were young, which is why you think he’s the best in the world. But I’m different. I’ve seen my share of good men, and there are actually lots of them. I knew Mu Yichen a long time ago, and with my intelligence and wit, if I had any romantic interest in him, would it have taken till today? My fiancé is the result of careful selection."

She spoke as though she made perfect sense.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but admire Zhuo Wen’s eloquence and quietly lowered her gaze.

Mu Yichen, to avoid causing Qin Mu any more worry by interacting too much with Zhuo Wen, spent his time in the study with his father and grandfather playing chess.

Feng Fanghua went to coax Huanhuan to sleep before coming back downstairs, relieved to see them chatting happily: "What are you two talking about?"

"Just chit-chat! Auntie, I feel you look even younger than when I saw you last time, your skin is getting better and better."

Zhuo Wen complimented the woman who had just taken a seat on the sofa.

"Oh my! You really know how to flatter! Old is old, how much better can one’s skin get?"

Feng Fanghua said bashfully, touching her cheek.

"That’s not true! You must have a habit of applying a facial mask before bed every night, right?"

Zhuo Wen’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she spoke, while Qin Mu silently listened and nonchalantly reached for the desserts Auntie had prepared earlier, focusing on eating while they talked.

Engaging in conversation wasn’t her forte, after all.

"That’s actually true! It may not always be at night, but I do make sure to apply a facial mask every day."

Feng Fanghua felt excited at being able to keep up with the younger generation.

But Qin Mu, nibbling on her snack, felt a bit disheartened because she wasn’t someone who stuck to a daily mask routine; sometimes she wouldn’t even do it for ten days to a half-month.