Chapter 96: What I Wanted - Getting a Certificate

Gu Chuyue didn't know what Qin Mu was doing behind the scenes.

He only knew that the old stubborn man had been preventing him from marrying his wife.

When he heard the old man's question, he slowed down the process of peeling shrimps.

Her long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, revealing just the right amount of loss and grievance.

He silently placed the peeled, crystal clear shrimp into Qin Mu's bowl, his voice low and with a barely perceptible scent of tea:

"Honey, eat more. It's okay... I can wait. As long as my wife has me in her heart, even if we don't get married... it's okay, no..."

He said "not important", but his tone and expression clearly said "very important! Super important! Come with me to get the certificate!"

Qin Mu almost couldn't help laughing when he saw him acting like a green tea girl who obviously cared a lot but still pretended to be magnanimous.

He naturally knew what this little bastard was planning.

He didn't respond, but picked up the shrimp, dipped it in vinegar, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then said slowly, "The shrimp is peeled well."

Gu Chuyue waited for a long time, only to receive such a meaningless compliment. He immediately became even more depressed, and said in a low voice: "...Oh."

That pitiful look made even Mr. Gu feel distressed.

I couldn't help but chime in: "Xiao Mu, look how thoughtful Chu Yue is...some things should be settled."

Qin Mu put down his chopsticks and slowly picked up the spoon to scoop up the soup.

Gu Chuyue took it naturally and served a bowl to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu handed the soup to Mr. Gu, "Grandpa, drink the soup."

Gu Chuyue: “…” I should have known not to be so enthusiastic.

Qin Mu glanced at the "big dog" beside him, which instantly pricked up its ears and glanced at him secretly, and laughed in his heart.

Qin Mu no longer answered.

Gu Chuyue rubbed Qin Mu's leg gently with his knee under the table to express his dissatisfaction.

Qin Mu felt the slight movement on his leg and dodged it without showing any expression.

Gu Chuyue's hand reached out from under the table, accurately grabbed Qin Mu's knee, and squeezed it hard.

Qin Mu's knees were held, and the warmth was transmitted from Gu Chuyue's hands to his knees.

On New Year's Eve, Qin Mu and Gu Chuyue stayed at Gu's house.

Qin Mu sternly refused to go to bed as soon as possible at night, but still couldn't escape from Gu Chuyue.

The two of them didn't fall asleep until three in the morning.

Qin Mu almost couldn't get out of bed the next day.

The family spent a lively New Year at Gu's house, and Qin Mu gave Gu Chuyue a big red envelope as usual.

Gu Chuyue was so excited that he almost wanted to "repay the favor with his own body".

Only after Qin Mu threatened to sleep in a separate room if she made any more noise did she finally calm down.

In the next few days, Xiao Jiangran, Qi Jinmo and others came to Xiyuan to pay New Year's greetings.

As the night deepened, a huge copper shabu-shabu hot pot was placed in the center of the spacious restaurant.

The red oil pot is boiling with an enticing spicy aroma, while the mushroom soup pot exudes a mellow and fresh fragrance.

A wide variety of dishes filled the food carts nearby.

Gu Chuyue was wearing an apron and was carefully putting the last dish of hand-made fresh shrimp paste into the mushroom pot. His movements were skillful and neat, and he looked like a host who was dedicated to entertaining guests.

The warm yellow light fell on his focused profile, removing the coldness of the business world and leaving only a homely gentleness.

Xiao Jiangran held a teacup, leaned on the back of the sofa, and watched Gu Chuyue busy in the kitchen.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with amusement and emotion, and he whispered to Qi Jinmo beside him:

"I've never seen anything like this before. Who could have imagined that Gu Chuyue would one day be wearing an apron and serving us shrimp slips?"

Qi Jinmo still had that stern look, but his eyes softened. He replied calmly, "Yeah. Qin Mu raised me well."

It was hard to tell from the tone whether it was an evaluation or something else.

Qin Mu was walking over with two plates of freshly prepared dipping sauces. Upon hearing their conversation, he curled the corners of his lips slightly and handed Xiao Jiangran a plate with an extra spoonful of chili oil.

The other plate was handed to Qi Jinmo.

"What? Envious?" Qin Mu raised his eyebrows, his tone casual as usual, "If you're jealous, then find one and take it home."

Xiao Jiangran chuckled and shook his head, and a light flashed across his lenses.

He lowered his voice and said jokingly, "Our Ah Chi is timid and can't stand too much trouble."

Qi Jinmo didn't respond, but just took the dipping sauce dish and said thank you.

At this time, Xiao Jiangchu and Xu Chi also came back from the garden. The tips of their noses were slightly red from the cold, but they had satisfied smiles on their faces.

In my hand, I was holding a few branches of red plum blossoms that I had just picked. The cool fragrance of plum blossoms instantly diluted the strong smell of the hot pot.

Xu Chi trotted over to Xiao Jiangran, his eyes sparkling as he shared, "Brother Jiangran, that old plum tree is in full bloom! It's like a painting!"

Xiao Jiangran brushed the snow off someone's hair and said, "Well, I'll go with you later."

"The snow outside is so beautiful, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom."

Xiao Jiangchu smiled gently and handed the plum blossoms to the servant to put in the vase.

Qi Jinmo naturally put his arm around his waist, holding his slightly cold hand in his palm and holding it, saying lovingly: "Well, if you like, you can pick a few and take them away."

Gu Chuyue finally finished her work, took off her apron and walked over. She sat down next to Qin Mu naturally, her arm touching Qin Mu's arm, and asked in a low voice: "The shrimp paste is ready. Can I get you one first?"

"All is fine." Qin Mu responded and poured him a cup of warm milk.

Gu Chuyue easily chokes when eating spicy food.

Everyone was present and dinner officially began.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Xiao Jiangchu: "Husband, try this beef."

Qi Jinmo opened his mouth, swished another piece and put it into Xiao Jiangchu's bowl: "Eat more, there is not much meat on your body, you are too thin."

"Wow! Brother Jiang Ran! These meatballs are delicious!" Xu Chi excitedly pulled Xiao Jiangran's sleeve as if he had discovered a new world.

Xiao Jiangran politely took the meatball from him, the tip of his chopsticks almost poking his face, blew on it, and then handed it back to his mouth: "Eat slowly, it's hot."

Gu Chuyue revolved around Qin Mu almost the entire time.

"Wife, yellow throat, you love, crisp."

"The duck intestines are ready, hurry up."

"Drink your soup slowly and blow on it."

"Is it spicy? Have a sip of my milk."

Gu Chuyue has been taking care of Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was well served by him, and he would also pick up some of Gu Chuyue's favorites and put them in his bowl: "Baby, you eat too."

Every time this happened, Gu Chuyue's eyes would light up, and then he would happily eat up all the food his wife picked for him.

Xiao Jiangran smiled and shook his head, raising his glass to Qin Mu: "Ah Mu, I admire you. This 'brat' has been completely well-behaved by you."

Qin Mu raised his glass and clinked it with him.

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After dinner, we saw them off.

The two of them took a stroll in the garden and found that the plum blossoms this year were indeed beautiful.

Qin Mu tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Gu Chuyue beside him.

Those eyes, which usually seemed paranoid, obsessed, or coquettish, now reflected the red plum blossoms and snow, showing a rare purity and concentration.

Qin Mu stared at him very seriously.

Even the snowflakes on his eyelashes that were about to melt, the tip of his nose that was slightly red from the cold, and his lips that were slightly opened and exhaled white air were all visible clearly.

Qin Mu suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but unusually clear and steady, penetrating the cold night, and every word struck Gu Chuyue's heart:

"Baby, do you want to get the certificate?"