Later, as she was deeply absorbed in her revisions, the door quietly opened from the outside.

The aroma of coffee distracted her, and she instinctively looked up to see the man carrying the coffee.

His tie was already undone at this point.

Wearing suit pants and a white shirt, he held two cups of coffee. He placed the one he had sipped a bit from in front of her, while holding the other untouched one himself.

Qin Mu didn’t pay much attention to the coffee but looked at the man leaning slantingly against her desk.

Mu Yichen understood her intention from her eyes and softly said to her, "I don’t have much to do today, so I’m just taking a day off at home."

The old man went to the pharmaceutical factory with Mu Zihao, while Mu Qingxin and Feng Fanghua were going to the beauty salon later. The kids were being looked after by the nanny, leaving the two of them in their private world.

Since he said so, Qin Mu didn’t ask more and lowered her head to sip her coffee.

She continued to drink from the spot he had sipped.

Mu Yichen, upon seeing her drinking from where he had, subtly turned away and took his coffee to the bookshelf to find a book, then sat on the sofa, sipping coffee and flipping through the pages.

Qin Mu quietly observed him and then lowered her head again, although Mu Yichen missed the smile she tried hard to suppress when she lowered her head.

He stayed home to accompany her, but didn’t want to interrupt her drawing.

Qin Mu felt full of happiness, always feeling as if her contentment was overflowing.

Mu Yichen was ’seriously’ reading, occasionally glancing at the woman behind the desk with one hand supporting her chin, the other holding a pen, her brow furrowed, and sometimes biting her lip.

She was always serious when drawing, even more so when editing, seemingly a bit perplexed.

Mu Yichen quietly walked over to her and discovered she was designing children’s clothing, it seemed to be for the kids.

Mu Yichen suddenly felt curious; she had been designing clothes for him and the children lately, what luck had he stumbled upon? His wife clearly cared more and more about him and the kids.

This year she rarely seems to design clothes for others, and Mu Yichen couldn’t help but stare at her for a while.

However, Qin Mu was contemplating how to design clothing for Chengcheng and Zifeng to make them special, racking her brains and not noticing Mu Yichen standing beside her.

Later, Mu Yichen returned to the sofa, and she subconsciously glanced up, wondering if he had stepped out or...

Before ten, Feng Fanghua dressed up specially and left with Mu Qingxin.

The rain was getting finer, but the wind chilled their shoulders, Mu Qingxin huddled tightly against Feng Fanghua, holding the umbrella as they hurried into the car.

Without a driver, Mu Qingxin drove herself as Feng Fanghua’s chauffeur, although Feng Fanghua habitually sat in the back seat.

"Mom, when you’re with me, sit up front! Then we can chat and stuff, it feels like you don’t really want to be close to me, really hurts my self-esteem."

Mu Qingxin complained while driving.

"Hmph! What does it matter if your self-esteem is hurt? I never sit in the front when riding, why should I change for you?"

Feng Fanghua had her own way and glanced lightly at her daughter from the back, continuing to chat with other ladies over WeChat.

Mu Qingxin saw Feng Fanghua ignoring her through the rearview mirror and thought, does Qin Mu know that her mother doesn’t really want to be with her, clearly still arranging to meet others?

Indeed, Feng Fanghua was arranging to meet others.

At the beauty salon, she held the umbrella like a little girl next to Feng Fanghua, whose so-called friends couldn’t help but reveal ’surprised’ expressions upon seeing Mu Qingxin.

"Fanghua, is this Qingxin?"

Lady A asked.

"Yes! It’s really Qingxin!"

Lady B was also puzzled.

"This is my hopeless daughter, let’s go inside where it’s warm."

Feng Fanghua chuckled coldly, as if having her daughter accompany her was of little value, but didn’t ask Mu Qingxin to leave, so Mu Qingxin could only continue to play the role of the little girl and follow inside.

"Oh dear! I feel like I haven’t seen Qingxin in years."

"Qingxin, stay a few more days this time and really spend time with your mom."

"Your mom is always talking about how you don’t spend time with her; this time, accompany her until she’s sick of you."

The ladies were articulate, and Mu Qingxin just pretended to smile and went along.