Chapter 2107 - 489: My Wife Made Me Four Dishes and One Soup (Part 3)
The man wasn’t in much better shape, all drenched...
"I’ve washed it, rinsed it many times, it should be clean."
Mu Wan: "..."
Alright.
...
Qin Mu placed the dishes where Mu Wan usually did, then swaggered out of the kitchen. Mu Wan was sitting on the sofa, holding her forehead, feeling a slight ache.
Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes with satisfaction, curling his lips he said, "Is there anything else you need me to do? Shall I tidy up the house, mop the floors, and wipe the tables? I can do that."
"No need, I have my hands, I can do it myself."
"It’s fine, I’m just killing time anyway..."
"Mr. Aimu, I think it’s getting late, you can go now, I need to rest."
"Alright, then I’ll check the security windows..."
Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes widened, not yet reacted, as the man had already started walking around each room, starting with the kitchen, carefully closing all the windows, then to the living room balcony...
Seeing him about to head towards the bedroom, Mu Wan immediately spoke up, "No need for the bedroom, I can manage it myself..."
"Okay."
Qin Mu didn’t argue after hearing Mu Wan, and directly headed towards the studio.
This room was originally Tang Bao’s, Mu Wan remembered coaxing Tang Bao to sleep there so often.
In a blink, many years had passed.
Qin Mu dimmed his dark eyes... when he pushed the door open, seeing everything inside, his dark eyes paused.
Mu Wan was too late to stop him.
Because the man had already seen it...
Though it was a new studio, there were already a dozen new artworks.
In the pieces... there was only one person, and one background...
That is Qin Mu and the vast ocean.
Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, the look becoming increasingly deep and dark.
There was a scene of himself showing off his figure in swim trunks at the beach, stepping on the sand...
A scene of him frolicking in the seawater.
And a scene of him leaning on the balcony enjoying the sea view...
In short, one person, one scenery.
All were of himself...
The central theme was undoubtedly love.
Qin Mu clenched his palm, heaven knew what kind of anguish Mu Wan experienced while creating these paintings.
She never intended to forget him, just decided to leave him, allowing him a brighter future.
Heh... but she left loneliness and pain to herself.
...
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Mu Wan stepped forward voluntarily and said, "I’m planning to stay here for a while later, so you don’t need to close the windows, you’ve done enough."
Mu Wan gestured for the man to walk towards the living room, yet Qin Mu’s steps seemed rooted, immovable.
"Sir... please leave..."
Qin Mu: "..."
"This involves my privacy, sorry..."
Her own husband, her creations, Mu Wan did not wish to share with outsiders.
Even though this outsider was amiable.
"Alright."
After a while, Qin Mu’s voice hoarse, he responded, gazing at everything before him. Emotions tangled and unwavering in his heart.
A moment later, seeing Mu Wan genuinely getting a bit angry, Qin Mu slowly shifted his steps towards the door, leaving with his large hand clenched into a fist the entire time.
"You love him very much..."
Mu Wan: "..."
Hearing the man speak with such certainty and indubitability, Mu Wan didn’t plan to deny it, nodding seriously.
"Yes."
In this life, besides her mother, he was the one she loved most.
No blood relation, but drawn together by love.
Emotions intertwined with his...
To perfect the man, she didn’t care how she turned out.
In short... she loved him, very dearly.
Qin Mu: "..."
He really wanted, against all consequences, to step forward and hold the woman in his arms.
But Qin Mu restrained himself.
Because stepping forward now wouldn’t change any outcomes...
Forcing Mu Wan to stay by his side, frankly, Mu Wan hadn’t been happy these days.
His heart ached immensely for his wife...
Qin Mu deeply eyed the woman in front of him, hoarsely saying, "You love him so much, but isn’t he not by your side? Such a damn bastard."
Mu Wan: "..."
Hearing the man’s harsh words, Mu Wan furrowed her beautiful brows.
She didn’t appreciate him attacking Qin Mu like that.
Qin Mu’s temperament, and a person’s goodness, she was keenly aware of.
Mu Wan clenched her small hand, forcing a smile at the corner of her mouth, speaking blandly, "It’s none of your business, please leave, it’s late, I want to rest."
Qin Mu: "..."
Shit!
Qin Mu truly hated himself for acting like a damn grandson...
After a while, knowing Mu Wan’s patience was limited, Qin Mu hoarsely said, "Alright."
"Goodnight..."
Standing at the door, Qin Mu paused his tall frame, speaking hoarsely.
Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes widened, in a city, hearing a stranger wish her goodnight, she didn’t know why but felt a hint of warmth.
Especially considering how the man had just thoughtfully closed the window for her, an unspeakable warmth filled her.
Mu Wan offered a faint smile and murmured, "Mm, goodbye."
...
Just as Qin Mu stepped out the door, Mu Wan quickly raised her hand and closed it.
Qin Mu turned around to see the door tightly shut, annoyed and reluctant at heart, but could only head upstairs.
...
The two-bedroom apartment upstairs, after high-efficiency construction, had undergone a drastic transformation, fortunately using energy-saving and environmentally friendly materials without any odor.
Qin Mu raised a brow at the surroundings, quickly heading to the bathroom to wipe off the makeup on his face.
Looking at the man’s handsome face in the mirror, the scar had long been washed away, Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes.
As night fell, waves of longing struck with overwhelming force, catching him off guard.
Shit!
Really missing his wife...
The phone rang, it was a call from Jian Ran, Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes, answering.
"Ran Girl..."
"Moved into the complex? Saw your wife, how’s living admidst both ups and downs?"
Qin Mu: "..."
Not great, he shamelessly lingered on...
"Today my wife made me four dishes and a soup, really delicious."
Pleased with yourself!
Jian Ran curled her lips, knowing Qin Mu was bluffing, surely didn’t dare reveal his real face to meet Mu Wan.
"Crashing meals and drinks these days indeed requires thick skin, look at you so pleased, Xiaowan might consider calling the cops, suspecting you."
Qin Mu, facing Jian Ran’s clever retort, curled his thin lips.
"You little girl, sharp as a tack, good thing my wife isn’t like you."
Jian Ran chuckled lightly, then softly said, "Qin San, I think this way of interacting is actually a great opportunity..."
At the very beginning, the relationship between the two was built on inequality.
Mu Wan viewed it from the perspective of unrequited love, while Qin Mu played the part of a high-and-mighty young master.
The most precious chance in life is to start over...
Hearing this, Qin Mu squinted his dark eyes.