Chapter 70 Mr. Gu: ???

"What's wrong?" Qin Mu noticed that he was in a bad mood.

Gu Chuyue was unhappy and said in a low voice: "They are all looking at brother."

Qin Mu didn't react for a moment: "Who?"

"People on the street." Gu Chuyue said sourly, "And just now...Xu Chi also said that many people in college wrote love letters to my brother."

He felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, as if he had been severely bullied. "My brother is so outstanding, so many people watch him... I don't want them to watch him."

It turned out that Xu Chi's words had been remembered by him. Qin Mu laughed. It turned out that this little lunatic was just jealous.

"What should I do then?" Qin Mu teased him deliberately, "Hide me at home and don't let anyone see me?"

"Yeah!" Gu Chuyue nodded seriously, his eyes brightening for a moment before dimming again, "...but brother doesn't like staying at home all the time."

He knew that although Qin Mu was lazy, he also needed normal social interaction and space.

Seeing him trying so hard to restrain himself despite being extremely jealous and thinking about himself, Qin Mu felt completely softened.

He shook Gu Chuyue's hand firmly: "Idiot. Just look, I won't run away with anyone else. Aren't you the only one who can hold my hand?"

These words seemed to have magical power, instantly calming the jealousy in Gu Chuyue's heart.

His eyes lit up again and he held Qin Mu's hand tightly, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

However, this jealousy obviously did not completely dissipate, it just went from being out in the open to being hidden underground.

I get home in the evening, wash up and go to bed.

Qin Mu was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when Gu Chuyue woke him up and said, "Wife, I need to go to the bathroom."

Qin Mu was a little tired from walking today, and replied drowsily, "There's a light by the bed, don't be afraid."

Gu Chuyue curled his lips and leaned over to Qin Mu's ear to ask him to get up and put on his clothes.

Qin Mu wondered, "Why?" As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Chuyue got out of bed wrapped in a quilt.

Qin Mu was wearing thin pajamas, shivering in the cold wind from the air conditioner, and then woke up.

Qin Mu had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom door to wait for someone.

After finally lying back on the bed, Qin Mu felt a little sleepy again, but then he felt a chill on his body - most of the quilt he had brought back had been rolled away.

He tried to pull it in a daze, but it didn't move.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Gu Chuyue with his back to him, wrapped tightly in the quilt like a giant silkworm cocoon, leaving him only the back of his head that exuded an air of "I'm unhappy, comfort me quickly."

Qin Mu: “…” Well, it’s time to reckon.

He tried to pull the quilt back, but Gu Chuyue didn't move at all and instead wrapped himself even tighter.

Qin Mu was both angry and amused. He moved closer and hugged Gu Chuyue from behind, rubbing his chin against the back of his neck. His voice was filled with sleepiness and laziness: "You really don't want to sleep anymore? It's cold at night."

Gu Chuyue's body stiffened for a moment and he didn't say anything, but the quilt loosened a little.

Qin Mu took the opportunity to sneak in, pulled the person into his arms, and asked with a low laugh, "Are you so jealous? Are you really not going out anymore?"

Gu Chuyue turned around in his arms, and looked at him with sparkling eyes in the darkness, her tone a little angry and a little coquettish: "I don't want to go out. So many people are looking at my brother." Only at home is his brother his alone.

Qin Mu looked at his rare childishness, and his heart felt like being scratched by a feather.

He lowered his head and kissed Gu Chuyue's forehead, his tone indulgent and doting: "Okay, then we'll do it at home next time. Just the two of us, no one will show it to you."

Gu Chuyue was finally satisfied. Like a cat whose fur was stroked, he rubbed against his arms, found the most comfortable position, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Summer vacation is coming to an end soon, and the summer heat still lingers in the air.

Qin Mu and Gu Chuyue returned to the Gu family's old house together.

The car stopped outside the carved iron gate, but Gu Chuyue held down Qin Mu who was about to get out of the car.

"Honey, you go first," he said in a steady voice, but his eyes held a subtle depth. "I'll take a call and be right there."

Qin Mu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, without asking any more questions. He just thought that Gu had some urgent matters again, so he got out of the car first and, led by Butler Dong, walked slowly into the house.

In the living room, Old Master Gu was sipping tea from a purple clay teapot. When he saw Qin Mu come in, he slammed the teapot down on the coffee table with a loud clang. With a stern face, he deliberately snorted, "You still remember to come? I thought an old man like me was no longer worthy of your Patriarch Qin's attention!"

Qin Mu was not afraid either. He smiled casually and sat down on the sofa opposite him. "Grandpa Gu, what are you talking about? I've been busy lately, so I came to see you as soon as I had some free time."

"Too much to do? I see you're busy messing around with that kid Chu Yue!"

The old man blew his beard and glared, his tone sounded like reproach, but deep in his eyes there was a barely perceptible concern and... temptation?

"One moment they're all good, and the next moment they're in chaos. It's really tough going for the two of you! Can you two give me some peace of mind?"

Qin Mu picked up the tea that the servant had just served, blew off the foam, and said lazily but firmly: "Grandpa, don't worry, there won't be any trouble. Everything will be fine in the future."

As he was speaking, Gu Chuyue came in after "answering the phone".

He naturally walked over to Qin Mu and sat down. He first glanced at Qin Mu quickly to confirm that he was not unhappy. Then he looked at his grandfather and said in a respectful but distant tone: "Grandpa."

Old Master Gu looked at his grandson's subconscious move towards Qin Mu, and he knew everything in his heart, and he could no longer maintain the anger he pretended to have.

He sighed, and his tone softened, becoming earnest and persuasive: "Alright, you young people have your own way of getting along with each other, and I, an old man, can't control so much. As long as you two are fine, that's better than anything else."

He looked between the two of them, ultimately hoping that his grandson could truly be stable and happy.

At this time, the servant came to announce that lunch was ready.

The atmosphere during the dinner was unusually harmonious.

Old Master Gu asked a few questions about the health and work of the two, and Qin Mu responded one by one with great courtesy.

The dish has five flavors.

Mr. Gu put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth casually.

Then his eyes fell on Qin Mu, and he spoke as if chatting casually: "Xiao Mu, look, you and Chu Yue have gone through many twists and turns, and finally settled down. The engagement that your mother and An Yan made...isn't it time to find a suitable time to announce it to the public? It will also relieve our elders of their worries."

Qin Mu's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He quickly calculated in his mind that announcing the engagement was inevitable.

But he wanted to give Gu Chuyue a grander and more unique ceremony, rather than having the date set by the elders in a few words at the dinner table.

He didn't show it on his face, just smiled slightly, and said in a gentle tone with an unquestionable evasion: "Grandpa Gu is right. I have an idea about this matter. I will do it when the time comes. Don't worry."

This sounds nice, but it means nothing.

Mr. Gu was obviously not satisfied with the answer and was about to ask for a few more details when Gu Chuyue, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at his grandfather, frowned slightly, and said with just the right amount of defense and disapproval: "Grandpa, there's no rush. My brother has his own arrangements, don't force him."

Mr. Gu: “???”