Mu Qingxin continued to banter with her, and Qin Mingzhu, sitting beside her, couldn’t help but cover her mouth, trying not to laugh as she leaned on the table, thinking Mu Qingxin was too hilarious, even more so than herself.

"What anecdote?"

Mu Yichen was tired of holding the phone to his ear, so he put it on speaker, placed it on the bed, and freed his hands to reach for Qin Mu.

"The frog at the bottom of the well!"

Mu Qingxin said those four words very clearly.

"Mu Qingxin! What do you mean?"

Qin Mu immediately sprang up and yelled at the phone.

Mu Qingxin...

She forgot, her brother answered her sister-in-law’s phone call.

Mu Qingxin felt a chill in her throat, nervously clutched her phone, and turned to Qin Mingzhu in a whisper: "Qin Mu is next to my brother."

"Of course they’re together!"

Qin Mingzhu whispered to her.

Mu Qingxin was on the verge of tears, quickly hung up the phone, and dared not speak again.

"I’m done for! Qin Mu will surely treat me as an enemy!"

Mu Qingxin put down the phone, looking utterly distraught and regretful.

"Don’t worry, she’s not that heartless."

Qin Mingzhu comforted her.

"Really?"

Mu Qingxin looked like she was about to cry.

"Of course! Otherwise, why do you think I’m still in front of her now?"

Qin Mingzhu chuckled, remembering how mischievous she used to be!

"True, if she can tolerate even you, she’s definitely more tolerant of me, the gentle and considerate sister-in-law."

Mu Qingxin seemed relieved, touching her chest to relax.

Qin Mingzhu watched Mu Qingxin’s tense expression and couldn’t help but murmur: "Did you forget you used to dislike Qin Mu too?"

"I still dislike her now, but I dare not show it."

Mu Qingxin looked oppressed, squinting her eyes as if trying to squeeze out tears, but none came.

"Haha! You have to treat me to this meal today, or I’ll tell Qin Mu what you just said!"

"Uh! You... despicable!"

The two women unknowingly started bickering again, arguing while eating, which made the meal all the more enjoyable.

After lunch, Qin Mingzhu and Mu Qingxin left, and shortly after they departed, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen came downstairs.

She had made Qin Mu’s favorite fish soup, along with several dishes she liked, a mix of meat and vegetables that made her want to eat them all at once, but then she suddenly remembered someone.

"I haven’t seen Wen Runuan for a long time, she loves this soup from our restaurant the most!"

As she drank the soup, Qin Mu mentioned it, then fell silent, focusing on drinking soup and eating fish.

Mu Yichen was holding a glass of wine, swirled it in the chair, watching his wife eat.

It was almost two o’clock when they were eating, so Mu Yichen received a call from Yang Qin regarding work, and he responded seriously before hanging up.

"If you’re busy, go ahead. I’m heading to the bookstore this afternoon. I left the drafts I’ve been working on at the store and need to get them back."

Qin Mu, after finishing the fish soup, said to him.

"I’m not going! I’m staying with you!"

Mu Yichen replied.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but look up at him, her long eyelashes fluttering: "I’ve already put on the bracelet, I promise I won’t take it off."

Qin Mu assumed he was worried about that because she couldn’t think of another reason.

"I just want to be with you twenty-four hours a day."

Mu Yichen revealed his true feelings.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, her face showing a slightly unnatural expression, Mu always suddenly expressing his love!

Honestly, no woman dislikes her man confessing this way all day long, even if it’s not overt, anyone sensible can understand it as a form of expressing affection.

So after the meal, the two of them headed to the bookstore together.

Qin Mingzhu and Mu Qingxin were inside reading a novel, deeply engrossed, when suddenly they heard the familiar voice of a staff member.

"Miss Qin is here! Hello, Mr. Mu!"

They politely nodded in greeting, unlike when they’re around family and friends, acting ’childish’.

Qin Mingzhu and Mu Qingxin instinctively looked toward the door and then instinctively ducked under the table.

Later, realizing they forgot to take their books down, they quietly reached onto the table for the books.

Qin Mu happened to pass by, saw the hand, and then helped by pushing the book across the table to where they could grab it.

The person under the table seemed relieved to have retrieved the books, and Qin Mu’s sharp eyes glanced over, then she took her drafts from beside the table, telling Mu Yichen: "Let’s go!"

"Okay!"

Mu Yichen agreed, and the two turned to walk out again.