CHAPTER 1384: CHAPTER 391: DADDY TEACHES MOMMY HOW TO KISS (PART 2)

"I don’t know why, with so many little sisters in Rongcheng, I just love to share my thoughts with you!"

Jiang Zhiyuan sighed while eating.

Qin Mu chuckled lightly, she was curious too, but this felt pretty nice, it made her feel like she and Mu Yichen’s siblings were like one big family.

No! They really are one family!

Every time something happens, they help each other out.

Whenever there’s nothing going on, they play and have fun together, gathering every so often to drink, sing, and even exercise together.

The two of them were eating when Xiaomei and Zhao Huai came back from having ramen outside and, upon seeing them eating, they joined them at the table.

Zhao Huai stared curiously at Jiang Zhiyuan, "Why did you come here? Complaining to Xiaomu again?"

"Humph! This time I’m not complaining! Just chatting!"

Jiang Zhiyuan said, looking like the elder brother.

"Oh?"

Zhao Huai sounded skeptical.

"Young Master Jiang is telling the truth!"

Qin Mu clarified for him.

"Xiaomu, I’ve told you not to call him Young Master Jiang, you should call him Brother Zhiyuan, Brother Zhiyuan!"

Jiang Zhiyuan reminded her.

Qin Mu...

"Brother Zhiyuan? Did you forget what Yichen told you? If you bother Mrs. Mu again, if you let her call you brother again, didn’t he say he would beat you up?"

"So today, with us four mouths here, if word gets out, I’m going to wander all over you."

Jiang Zhiyuan said after Zhao Huai finished his words, and then looked at Zhao Huai’s chest, which made Zhao Huai shrink instantly because his injuries were still not healed.

"You can rest assured! I’m not that close with Mu." Xiaomei immediately said, positioning herself as the little sister.

Afterwards, the four chatted for a while more, then Zhao Huai and Jiang Zhiyuan left first. Qin Mu went upstairs for a nap, Xiaomei dozed for a bit on the sofa. Later, when everyone came back from dinner, those who were tired dozed a bit in their seats, while those who weren’t, worked.

In this world, there’s always no shortage of workaholics!

The same goes for their studio; there are always a few workaholics.

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At night!

Jiang Zhiyuan was waiting at An Nan’s home for her to return. An Nan came back with a colleague, parting ways in the hallway. Jiang Zhiyuan watched a spy drama in the living room, and when he heard the door, he shivered all over, then pretended to lie there unmoving, hands behind his head, eyes focused on the TV.

Jiang Zhiyuan knew very well that he was acting like a scoundrel, but he didn’t have a better solution.

An Nan opened the door hearing sounds inside, thinking she might have forgotten to turn off the TV when she left in the morning!

Until she turned on the light and saw someone lying on the sofa, those feet...

The socks were bought by her.

She walked over just as usual, with a briefcase in her hand, and looked at Jiang Zhiyuan lying on her sofa like a lord, unable to help but sigh inwardly.

"Starving to death here, you don’t come home late every day, do you?"

Jiang Zhiyuan complained, then turned to glance at her.

An Nan didn’t really want to deal with him, looking at him irritably. Jiang Zhiyuan, seemingly unfazed, turned back to the TV, "Go cook!"

"No food!"

An Nan said softly, placing her briefcase on the single-seat sofa.

"Instant noodles work too!"

Jiang Zhiyuan said again, as that’s what they usually ate together.

Upon hearing his request for instant noodles, An Nan didn’t refuse this time, turning to roll up her sleeves while going to cook for him.

Once she walked away, Jiang Zhiyuan sat up immediately, staring blankly ahead.

He was nearly scared to death earlier, fearing she would question him and then tell him to leave.

But...

She really couldn’t bring herself to!

He slowly lay back on the sofa again, but without the mood to keep pretending, recalling how she said last time that she still loved him, suddenly feeling a tiny bit of pride grow inside.

An Nan was in the kitchen boiling water for the noodles, listening to the noise from the TV outside, furrowing her brows.

She didn’t know when Jiang Zhiyuan came over, nor what he intended to do upon arriving. Did he want to make up with her?

Or is she just being treated like a housekeeper?

Just coming to mooch a meal?

An Nan couldn’t help but glance outside, seeing him lying on the sofa focused on watching TV, almost wanting to laugh for some reason.

Lowering her head to suppress the excitement, trying to bury her smile.

"Noodles are ready!"

An Nan later brought the noodles to the dining table, calling out to him from the dining room.