His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 858 - 244 is my husband_2

Qin Mu wasn’t too far from them; although their voices were hushed, the shooting crew had already started and it was practically silent, so she heard everything.

She thought, you all see how great he seems on the surface, do you feel like groveling before him?

But do you know how miserable it really is to live with him?

Thinking about how he tormented her, Qin Mu felt utterly bruised and battered, too exhausted to even complain.

But Mu Yichen carried on as if he hadn’t heard, until his phone rang.

The director shouted unhappily, "Whose phone is that?"

"Sorry! It’s my husband’s!"

Seeing that the man had already opened the door and walked out, Qin Mu quickly raised her hand, afraid the director might get the wrong person and lose his temper.

However, as soon as Qin Mu mentioned Mu Yichen, the director immediately said, "No worries at all! Let’s just do it one more time."

"Director, aren’t you being a bit too biased?"

Wen Runuan remembered how miserably she was scolded the first time she forgot to turn off her phone during a shoot, and she certainly had criticisms to voice.

"This is a special case!"

The director smiled, knowing that Wen Runuan was not what she used to be, and no one here would dare to offend her lightly.

Li Yu remained silent, which was typical of him at times.

Wen Runuan shook her head helplessly and then had no choice but to redo the scene with Li Yu.

Qin Mu apologized to her with her eyes, and then turned her head back towards the door.

"I need to go over to the office building."

He suddenly opened the door and peeked half his body out, telling Qin Mu.

"Oh!"

Qin Mu hadn’t snapped back to reality yet, just nodding reflexively.

"Tell mom and dad that I’m leaving first!"

Mu Yichen left immediately after speaking, while Qin Mu instinctively looked down at her precious son.

Haha!

General Manager Mu is just here to stir up trouble, right?

Disrupting everything here and then leaving discretely.

Qin Mu guessed that if he didn’t leave now, the director or producer would surely come looking for him later.

Better that he left, Qin Mu picked Chengcheng up from the stroller, preemptively catching his little hand just as he was about to grab her hair, and swiftly bent down to get a toy from the stroller to put in his hands first.

With both his hands occupied with toys, Chengcheng had no chance to play with her hair. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao turned to watch Qin Mu handle the child, Feng Fanghua sipping her coffee said to Mu Zihao: "You better take Chengcheng back now, I’ll be back soon."

"I’ll stay here with you."

Mu Zihao said.

"Or we could go sit in her office for a while, it’s not my turn yet, and I’ve got a handle on things already."

Frightened of delaying Qin Mu’s work, Feng Fanghua suggested to Mu Zihao.

"Sure!"

So the old couple went to Qin Mu’s office with their grandson, led by the staff.

The day was busy yet felt remarkably fulfilling.

At noon, the staff ordered takeout. Since this ad shoot was already being done at the lowest price, she of course didn’t want everyone to just have ordinary takeout, so she called AM to order meals from there.

In the afternoon, they finished shooting in another hour, and the photographer stayed to take special photos for Feng Fanghua, creating a very cinematic sense, as Feng Fanghua changed into several key outfits from their store, later even modeling a suit, and Qin Mu felt completely captivated by her mother-in-law.

Feng Fanghua looked truly graceful in a cheongsam, exuding an aura of calm authority.

But in casual wear, she seemed truly uninhibited.

Qin Mu finally understood why Mu Zihao had stayed loyal to this one woman all these years.

And she finally realized, it was her own lack of distinction that made General Manager Mu so oppressive.

Later, Feng Fanghua came out with the photographer, thanking him profusely. The photographer was quite demure, exchanging pleasantries before leaving.

After the photographer left, Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but mutter at the door, "He’s so professional, how much did you pay him?"

Qin Mu...

She had indeed already paid the photographer privately, but she didn’t expect Feng Fanghua to guess it.

"Such a high-profile photographer mustn’t come cheap, right?"

"Money matters, your daughter-in-law won’t be frugal when it comes to spending on you."

Qin Mu hugged Feng Fanghua from behind, trying to please her.

"Sharp-tongued."

Feng Fanghua looked down at Qin Mu’s coquettish behavior and couldn’t help but tease him quietly.

However, Qin Mu hugged her even tighter. It was the first time Qin Mu held Feng Fanghua this way, and it felt a bit unreal, so she wanted to hold her a bit longer to get used to it.

"Mom, I think you really look great on camera, no wonder dad is so captivated by you."

Qin Mu murmured softly to her when no one was around.

"Dealing with men, relying solely on beauty won’t last long. You need to use some tactics, you know?"

Feng Fanghua said.

"Yes! Mom, could you teach me a few tricks?"

Qin Mu quickly nodded, continuing to curry favor.

"Well, it’s not impossible—, but do you think it’s possible to use them against my son?"

Feng Fanghua suddenly had a thought.

Qin Mu...

"I am going with your dad to pick up Huanhuan, do you want to come along, or go home yourself?"

Feng Fanghua mentioned to her.

"How about I treat you to eat out? Last time Mu Yichen took me to a private restaurant, the food there was incredibly authentic."

Qin Mu thought about it, Mu Yichen had caused a scene here today, and left so nonchalantly, why should she go back and have dinner with him?

"Private dining?"

"Yes!"

"Then let’s pick up Huanhuan first, and call my son."

Feng Fanghua agreed, but she had a condition.

"Mom, can we not invite your son? Just you, me, dad, Chengcheng, and Huanhuan, just us, okay?"

Qin Mu began to sway her arm, reminiscing about the times she saw Mu Qingxin do this, never imagining she’d have such an opportunity too. It felt genuinely blissful.

"Humph! Just for the sake of the photos we took today."

Feng Fanghua was somewhat disdainful, but she agreed nonetheless.

Therefore, tonight Mu Yichen was alone at home, becoming a bit impatient as darkness fell, and he called Mu Zihao: "Why aren’t you guys back yet?"

"We’re eating out, didn’t Mumu tell you?"

Mu Zihao was in the restroom, as both women in the private room disapproved of him calling his own son.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly: "At AM?"

"No! Mumu said it’s a private dining restaurant you once took her to, called Bide Garden."

Mu Zihao recalled and told him.

Mu Yichen scratched his head: "Got it!"

After hanging up with Mu Zihao, he immediately called Jing Feng: "My treat."

So unusually, Jing Feng did not eat at home but joined his brother instead.

In a private room at AM, the two sat at the dining table, surrounded by several bottles of liquor and a few dishes.

The atmosphere was slightly solemn, Jing Feng sat somberly beside looking at Mu Yichen with no expression and spoke softly: "If you two can’t stand each other, just call it quits."

Mu Yichen, staring at his drink, turned his deep eyes towards his good brother: "What?"

"All this daily fuss, is there still a meaning in being together?"

Jing Feng pressed on.

Mu Yichen’s tongue twitched inside his mouth, feeling an urge to punch Jing Feng.

"How many good days have you two actually had? Probably countable, right?"

Jing Feng asked again, then viewed Mu Yichen suspiciously.

"So you’re telling me to give up? Did I chase her all this time just to break up with her?"

Mu Yichen questioned angrily, his gaze almost murderous.

"Countless couples divorce soon after marrying these days; you guys wouldn’t be the first or the last."

Jing Feng, arms crossed, remained serious.