"Do you know what type I like?"

The man spoke as he placed the item in the designated corner of the bar.

"Well, of course, it’s someone like Qin Mu! Look, don’t they resemble each other?"

Qin Mingzhu winked at Qin Mu.

Qin Mu subconsciously lowered her gaze to look at him again. When he finished putting down the goods and stood up, Qin Mu recognized him—it was Wang Mingyu.

He still hadn’t returned to Beijing and was even helping Qin Mingzhu?

"It’s really you! Qin Mingzhu said you come by every day to supervise, but I didn’t believe it!"

Wang Mingyu took the towel Qin Mingzhu handed him and gently wiped himself, smiling as he spoke to Qin Mu.

"But why are you here helping out?"

Qin Mu smiled slightly, questioning him curiously.

"Oh! It’s on my brother’s orders, of course, but I don’t help out here often. I’ll be returning to Beijing soon."

Wang Mingyu replied.

"Sis! Before he goes back to Beijing, treat him to a meal to thank him, okay?"

Qin Mingzhu suddenly suggested, sincerely.

Qin Mu was surprised to hear Qin Mingzhu being so serious for once.

"I’d rather treat Qin Mu myself!"

Wang Mingyu said with a smile.

"It’s relatively quiet here; shall we find a place to sit, and I’ll buy you a coffee?"

Qin Mu asked for his opinion.

"Coffee? Sure!"

Wang Mingyu nodded, avoiding Qin Mu’s gaze, as he sensed her reluctance.

Dining together alone was too ambiguous, but here, with so many acquaintances around, there was nothing to worry about.

"You two should head to the second floor! It’s quieter up there."

Qin Mingzhu, glancing up from reviewing the accounts to remind them, suggested.

Qin Mu didn’t know why Qin Mingzhu arranged this meeting until after Wang Mingyu left, having finished his coffee.

Wang Mingyu, when drunk, told Qin Mingzhu: "Do you really think forgetting someone is that easy?"

Qin Mingzhu had seen the pain in his eyes, in his heart, which was why she decided to create this opportunity for Wang Mingyu to be alone with Qin Mu—that’s also why Qin Mingzhu got up early today.

Qin Mingzhu had assumed Qin Mu would come by this morning, so she specifically asked Wang Mingyu to help with some tasks before leaving, although anyone else could’ve done them.

But if Qin Mingzhu had known that Wang Huanyu said nothing and just had a coffee with her, she would’ve felt differently.

Sometimes, love buried deep in the heart gets worn down by the years and becomes withered.

Upon returning to the store, Qin Mu went to the office to continue designing clothes for her son and daughter.

By late October, it had truly turned cold.

People on the streets were all donned in coats and jackets. The wind no longer fell passively, at times fiercely lifting people’s hair and clothes.

A child was riding a bicycle down the road; you might think the wind could blow him away at any moment, yet he pedaled heavily against it, pushing forward with determination.

Qin Mu continued sketching in the office on the second floor, calling for a delivery for lunch which she ate in the office with Qin Mingzhu.

Qin Mingzhu also brought along her stroller, taking her precious son wherever she went.

"Bringing the little one along like this, do you miss the older one?"

Qin Mu glanced at the sleeping little guy in the stroller and asked.

Qin Mingzhu took a bite of food: "Saying I don’t miss him would be a lie, but what can I do now? My in-laws can’t do without my older brother, and the younger one can’t do without me. But if I take the younger one back to accompany the older one, Huanyu returns home after a busy day, and the house would be empty—how lonely! Now he’s just started his post, who knows how many years he’ll be working here, so for now, we can only do what we must!"

Qin Mu also felt a sense of helplessness after listening. You can’t ask the elderly to give up their grandson.

It seems that many things can only be handled step by step, improvising as you go. But thinking too much about handling things this way can leave a sense of powerlessness.

When will there be a time where she can do as she pleases?

Or has she passed the age where she could do as she pleases even before ever experiencing it?

There’s a song that goes ’If we don’t go crazy, we’ll grow old’. Qin Mu wondered if she is someone who grows old without having gone crazy.

Not yet thirty, yet she feels as though she has seen all the world’s affairs, experienced countless human stories.

"Huanyu told me, mom and dad will definitely come over again. They’ll surely miss the little one, so he told me to patiently wait here."

Qin Mingzhu tried to think positively, as her husband did indeed try to comfort her this way.