CHAPTER 1124: 319 WAS KICKED OUT_4

Huanhuan didn’t know why, after climbing down, she went around to Mu Yichen’s side and clung to the edge of his bed: "Daddy?"

Mu Yichen turned his head in surprise: "Hmm?"

"Daddy, it looks like something’s grown on you, does it hurt a lot? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Huanhuan stared at her dad with those innocent, big eyes, with a worried expression.

Mu Yichen: "..."

Qin Mu almost couldn’t hold back her laughter, raising her hand to cover her mouth forcefully, then turned her body, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Daddy just wants to go to the bathroom, aren’t you going to play in the snow?"

Mu Yichen croakily reminded his daughter.

Huanhuan’s eyes flickered, as if she remembered something important.

But before leaving, she seriously told him: "Daddy, if it really hurts, you should go to the hospital! Aunt Xiaohao will help you."

After speaking, Huanhuan left, leaving only the frustrated General Manager Mu and his wife in the room.

Qin Mu was almost laughing hysterically, and when Mu Yichen turned his head, he saw her back shaking with laughter.

"Mrs. Mu! Have you laughed enough?"

Mu Yichen asked her very seriously, his expression solemn.

Qin Mu’s back stiffened for a moment, but it quickly started to tremble again.

Mu Yichen turned around, and Qin Mu instinctively called out, bursting into laughter.

"Mu Yichen, don’t! Ah! It hurts!"

Qin Mu instinctively raised her hand to grab his hand, but was completely powerless.

Mu Yichen lifted his head and gently bit her earlobe, and the pain immediately caused her trembling body to stop.

"Is it very funny? Hmm?"

Mu Yichen questioned her.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Spare me! Spare me!"

Qin Mu’s forehead slightly lifted, but under the covers, Mu Yichen’s hands did as they pleased.

"Who’s asking for your life? Just need you to help me with some treatment, hmm?"

"What?"

"Do you really want me to go to the hospital to find Helian Hao?"

Qin Mu suddenly remembered what Huanhuan had said earlier, and her laughter stopped.

Mu Yichen pressed her body down, his deep eyes gazing at the flushed face of the woman beneath him.

"Why aren’t you laughing anymore?"

"I don’t dare!"

Qin Mu held a straight face, trying hard to suppress her laughter, and she bit her lips, afraid she couldn’t hold back from laughing out loud.

Mu Yichen suddenly kissed her lips, and after a few repetitive kisses, Qin Mu could no longer laugh, instinctively raising her hand to wrap around his neck.

They slept in late that morning, and the old couple had already taken Huanhuan and Chengcheng out; after dropping Huanhuan off at school, they took Chengcheng to the pharmaceutical factory.

After breakfast, Mu Yichen went to work, while Qin Mu stayed at home to draw. Before drawing, she played a game of chess with the old man.

Today’s newspaper didn’t continue to serialize that article, and the old man said to Qin Mu: "I was really worried about seeing such negative news again. Mumu, have you thought about holding a press conference or something to clarify the relationship between you and your father?"

"Grandpa, there’s no way to clarify this matter."

Qin Mu smiled faintly but seriously looked at the chessboard, responsibly replying to the old man.

There indeed used to be a grudge between her and her father; Qin Haiming once sent her abroad, and she had hated him during her lonely years abroad.

Those deeply memorable, solitary days.

"But if you do nothing, what if someone stirs up trouble again next time? This time it was presented as a fabrication, but if someone really dredges up your issues with your father, it would not only damage your father-daughter relationship, since your father’s identity is special, you must understand."

The old man seriously considered the issue.

Qin Mu listened quietly, feeling helpless.

If someone in this city wanted to write about her issues with her father, she couldn’t stop them.

How many citizens are there in Rongcheng?

How many capable people are there?

Neither she nor her father could block them.

But if they held a press conference because of their identities, it might be exactly what someone planned.

In this world, if someone wants to pick a fight with you, they can always pin non-existent problems on you.

The innocent remain innocent, while what has happened is in the past, and what hasn’t happened remains just a scare no matter how people write or say it.

"Ah! Your father in this life, who could say it has been easy for him? The people he loved after your mother left, did he live any easier? No one escapes the guilt of conscience, let alone he loved you so much."

The old man sighed, placing a chess piece on the board.