His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 830 - 232 Manservant_2

Qin Mu is quite shy, but this was the first time Feng Fanghua noticed it.

Later, when Huanhuan was brought back, the family was chatting, and Mu Yichen also returned.

As soon as Qin Mu heard that the aunt announced the young master was back, she immediately stood up and left. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Feng Fanghua and Huanhuan looked up at her, both not understanding why she suddenly left.

When Mu Yichen entered, he glanced up to see Qin Mu going upstairs and then looked down at the sofa, where Feng Fanghua and Huanhuan were sizing him up as if there were strange symbols on his face.

"What’s the matter?"

He asked as he walked over, about to sit down.

"You should exercise some restraint in the future, look how you’ve worn her out, she’s all listless."

Mu Yichen was about to sit down, but how could he sit now? He thought, Ms. Feng, do you even realize what you’re saying?

"I’ll go up and check on her!"

Mu Yichen had no choice but to bow his head obediently, pretending to be calm, and hurried away.

"What’s wrong with Daddy?"

Huanhuan asked her grandma as she watched her dad’s retreating figure.

"Your daddy, he’s feeling shy!"

Feng Fanghua touched her granddaughter’s super springy little face and said with a smile.

Huanhuan seemed to hear some major news, looking surprised back at her dad’s figure, but he was no longer in sight.

Mu Yichen went upstairs, but Qin Mu hadn’t returned to her room.

The computer repairman had come and fixed the computer, and she was pouring things out.

Thinking she might still be unhappy about the conversation at noon, Mu Yichen went to the study to find her and knocked gently on the door twice.

Qin Mu didn’t even lift her head: "No entry allowed!"

Mu Yichen smiled at those four words, then gently pushed open the door and peeked his head in to look at her.

"Mrs. Mu, I’m here to apologize."

"I wouldn’t dare accept an apology, but my computer is broken, and I need a new one."

Qin Mu mentioned it casually, of course, if he didn’t offer to give her one, that would be a big problem.

"What brand do you usually use? I’ll have someone send a new one over right now."

"Just the same as the one in the studio."

Qin Mu deliberately did not mention the brand, to see how good his memory was.

Mu Yichen looked up at her and then smiled: "Ok!"

He took out his phone, intending to buy one from an online store. Qin Mu seemed to anticipate this, so she quickly looked up at him: "I need to use it tonight."

Mu Yichen...

He put away his phone, then squinted his attractive eyes, smiling faintly at her.

"Alright! I’ll go buy it myself then; it must need to be me who goes, right?"

Qin Mu looked at him, her eyes saying: "You know what’s best."

Mu Yichen, with no other option, had to go buy her a new computer.

"How about you come with me, Mrs. Mu? I’ll be your driver. What do you think? Otherwise, if you’re not satisfied with what I buy..."

"Then you’ll have to go exchange it!"

Mu Yichen knew, with just one sentence, he had thoroughly irritated her.

So he nodded obediently and went off to buy her the computer.

As he was going downstairs, Feng Fanghua asked him: "We’re about to have dinner, where are you going?"

"To buy the laptop for the young madam!"

Mu Yichen didn’t even turn his head.

"Daddy!"

Huanhuan ran after him from the coffee table.

Mu Yichen had to stop: "Are you coming with me?"

Mu Yichen bent down and asked her.

"Hmm!"

Huanhuan nodded.

"That’s good!"

Mu Yichen thought about it, taking Huanhuan with him. Even if the purchase wasn’t good, he could still find a scapegoat.

So he went with Huanhuan in his arms.

"Buying a computer?"

Feng Fanghua murmured in confusion and then looked upstairs, knowing it was time for her to check things out.

"Madam, would you like to come to the kitchen to check on the dishes?"

The housemaid came out, mentioning that the chef was worried that Feng Fanghua might not be satisfied with the dishes, so she asked her to come and take a look.

"Alright!"

Fearing to ask too much might embarrass Qin Mu, and as a senior family member, one really shouldn’t pry too much into the young couple’s affairs, Feng Fanghua turned her head back towards the kitchen.

The dishes did indeed look a bit off.

But the chef immediately changed them according to her instructions.

Feng Fanghua really couldn’t cook, but she sure had a sharp eye.

If the dishes weren’t visually appealing, she just wouldn’t have the appetite.

In this regard, Qin Mu was really very much like her: preferring no taste over poor presentation.

The grandfather-grandson duo ate their dinner outside, but they were both very happy; it was rare for them to make such a relaxed appointment.

The atmosphere at home was also quite good, except Feng Fanghua started to complain that it was a pity the grandpa and grandson pair missed out on such a great meal.

"Missed out? The food at home is so good they are probably sick of it, I bet they’re happily eating out right now."

Mu Zihao reminded Feng Fanghua.

"Hmph! Your son really is heartless, couldn’t he have bought the computer after dinner?"

Feng Fanghua said while glancing at Qin Mu, who in fright trembled to his core but could only give a sheepish smile: "I know I was wrong, I’ll make sure he eats before he leaves next time."

"What’s the difference? If a family eats together all the time, I think it’s quite nice to be short one or two occasionally."

Mu Zihao wanted to comfort Qin Mu so she wouldn’t be afraid.

Qin Mu wasn’t really afraid of Feng Fanghua anymore; in fact, she respected her quite a bit and didn’t want to let the elders down.

The feeling of disappointment...

She had experienced it too well, so she didn’t want the people who loved her to go through that, especially the elders.

Perhaps it was because they spent a lot of time together, their family was already very harmonious, and that’s why there was no secrecy between them.

"Dad does have a point!"

So she suddenly laughed and agreed with Mu Zihao.

"Hmph! You’re trying to please both sides?"

After hearing this, Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but snort with laughter, thinking to herself, this woman is such a fence-sitter.

Qin Mu, however, thought of a double agent.

When Mu Yichen returned home with his daughter, it was already past nine, and Chengcheng had gone to sleep.

Huanhuan was also getting sleepy, so the housemaid and Feng Fanghua took Huanhuan to bathe, while Qin Mu and Mu Zihao supervised ’Director Mu’ setting up the computer.

However, ’Director Mu’s’ computer assembly skills were indeed...

After the computer was set up, Mu Zihao commented, "Your speed isn’t cutting it."

Mu Yichen...

Mu Zihao looked at his son’s deeply aggrieved eyes, said nothing more, then casually walked out, clearing his throat.

Mu Yichen then turned his gaze to the woman using the new computer, and at that moment, there was finally a smile on her face.

Just a computer worth tens of thousands, and she was so happy.

And this computer was bought by him no less!

Mu Yichen thought about it; her car was bought by him, so was the computer, and many other things as well, he had to buy her many more in the future.

As for the money she earned, she could save it for whatever she wanted, even for investments if she wished. Anyway, when it came to spending money, it should be him footing the bill.

Mu Yichen grew more and more proud of this thought.

One could even say that he was proud before the time had come to be so.

Later, Qin Mu looked up at him and said, "What are you doing here? I have to work."

"It’s almost ten o’clock now, work?"

"If I didn’t work during the day, of course, I have to work overtime at night."

Qin Mu said with conviction.

It was actually just an excuse not to go back to the room with him.

Not too pleased, Mu Yichen asked, "How long will you be working overtime?"

"That’s not something ’Director Mu’ needs to worry about."

Without looking at him anymore, Qin Mu started transferring files to the new computer.

Mu Yichen watched her for a long while before turning and walking out.

"Oh, right, thanks for the computer, ’Director Mu’!"

Mu Yichen turned his head, thinking that if she wanted to thank someone, she should do it more sincerely. A perfunctory thank you might suffocate a beggar, but trying to fob him, Mu Yichen, off like that just wouldn’t do.