His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 790 - 221 Reconciliation (5)_5

After dinner, Feng Fanghua quietly asked Mu Zihao, "Is this kid really going to sleep outside tonight?"

"What can I do about it? You won’t let me tell him you’re back. Sometimes he goes out for a drink or two after video chatting with you at night and ends up sleeping outside—it’s not unheard of."

"That’s just plain silly!"

Feng Fanghua glanced up, her sharp eyes resting on her daughter-in-law, who was holding her son and sleeping beside her. She muttered under her breath.

Even though Qin Mu was holding the little one, she was attentively watching the news. Feeling Feng Fanghua’s gaze on her, she shifted her eyes and met her mother-in-law’s. Feng Fanghua tilted her chin slightly and commanded, "Take Chengcheng upstairs to bed."

"Alright! I’ll just finish this news segment."

Qin Mu agreed.

Feng Fanghua...

Unconsciously, they had stopped being so formal with each other.

After Qin Mu finished watching the news, she carried Chengcheng back to her own room.

Having not returned for so long, this feeling...

The bed was so soft, it made her want to lie down immediately.

Still, she put Chengcheng down and decided to take a bath first.

She was surprised to find that his toiletries were neatly arranged in here again, and they matched hers as a set.

Qin Mu, drying her hair, stood at the vanity staring at his toiletries.

She recalled the day she had thrown all his stuff at him in a huff, immediately regretting it. Why had she been so impulsive?

Mu Yichen had come home to spare Mu Zihao from sorrow. It was already past ten.

In the living room, only Mu Zihao was there, so Mu Yichen didn’t think much of it and just sat down beside him, "Do you want me to keep you company for a while?"

Mu Zihao asked, "I’m watching the game, are you sure you want to sit with me?"

Feng Fanghua had just nearly hit Mu Zihao for asking her to watch the game with him.

"Is there a game on tonight? Sure, that sounds good."

Father and son shared the same hobby.

Mu Zihao smiled and said, "Then it’s settled."

"Alright! I’m going to change."

Mu Yichen agreed and stood up.

"If you don’t come down later, transfer some extra money to my WeChat tomorrow. I saw a nice second-hand car at the dealership with Old Zhang yesterday, and I’m planning to buy it."

"What kind of car?"

"They say it’s a car used by the British Royal Family, no idea how they got their hands on it."

Mu Yichen was simply aware of how much the car cost.

"I think you’ll be disappointed, as I’m definitely coming down. Get the drinks ready for me."

Mu Yichen pocketed his hands and walked away from the sofa.

Mu Zihao couldn’t help but laugh to himself, murmuring softly, "Silly boy!"

As Mu Yichen went upstairs, something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

It felt as if the house was not as empty as usual tonight.

He noticed the light on in his father’s room and wondered since when his dad became so wasteful with electricity.

Then, he pushed open the door to his room.

His room, too, was...

Lit up, though it was just a dim floor lamp, and he hadn’t come back.

Mu Yichen looked toward the bed and suddenly realized what was wrong.

He walked over and, when he saw the little one lying on his bed, he almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He stared solemnly at his son, who was sound asleep.

When did they come back?

And no one even mentioned it to him.

The knowledge that they had already returned made Mu Yichen’s heart beat even more forcefully, uncontrollably.

He couldn’t help but look around the room, then heard a faint noise coming from the bathroom. It sounded like the hair dryer.

That woman, she was back too?

Didn’t she say it would be half a year to a year?

Suddenly, Mu Yichen looked down at his waistband and then carefully tucked his shirt in with a meticulous hand.

Just before his heart could leap out of his chest, he took out his phone to see how he looked at the moment. He really should take a bath.

But then...

The faint noise from the bathroom ceased, followed by the sound of the door being unlocked from the inside.