Chapter 49 (Combined with Chapter 49)
Forty-nine:
When Mu Shaowu brought Ye Qingxi home, before they even had a chance to go upstairs and put down their luggage, they were immediately besieged by his younger brother and sister.
"Seven days! A seven-day holiday!" Mu Shaoting stared at him. "You didn't come back until the seventh day. Why didn't you come back tomorrow? If you had come back tomorrow, I would have gone to school, and you wouldn't have had to let Xiaoxi see his aunt during the National Day holiday."
“Exactly!” Mu Shaoyan chimed in from the side, “It’s one thing that you went abroad without taking the two of us, but you even took Xiaoxi with you! Xiaoxi was brought back by her father, so she’s our shared baby, and you…”
Mu Shaoting: ? ? ?
"Um?"
Mu Shaowu: "Sharing...baby?"
Ye Qingxi: ...
"Shared, shared," Mu Shaoyan quickly corrected himself, "It's not just yours!"
“That’s right!” Mu Shaoting cheered for his younger brother. “At the very least, you should have told Dad!”
"I already said it," Mu Shaowu said matter-of-factly, "Dad agreed."
Mu Shaoting: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?
The two of them looked at Mu Feng, who was sitting on the sofa reading a financial magazine that had just been delivered.
Mu Feng didn't even look up, and said in a flat tone, "Hmm."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Mu Shaoting asked. "When I brought this up before, you didn't say a word!"
"What?" Mu Feng flipped through the magazine. "Do I need to ask Miss Mu's permission to do anything right now?"
Mu Shaoting: ...
Mu Shaoting thought it was obvious, but she didn't dare say it.
She turned her head, snorted, and held out her hand to Ye Qingxi, "Come on, Xiaoxi, Auntie will take you out to play in a little while."
Although we can't go to the amusement park, we can still go shopping at the mall.
Perfect timing, I'll buy her and her little nephew some clothes for autumn and winter.
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoyan grabbed Ye Qingxi's hand the instant she reached out.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoting: ? ? ?
"What are you doing?" Mu Shaoting asked, speechless. "What's it to you?"
"How can this not be my business? It's not easy for Xiaoxi to come back. Perfect timing, we can go look at cars today."
Ye Qingxi: Looking at cars?
Ye Qingxi looked at his uncle with a puzzled expression. Didn't his dad just buy him a children's version of an off-road vehicle after his outdoor amusement park was built?
It's only been a month, and you're already buying a new car?
"Wait until next week," Mu Shaoting said. "The car isn't urgent. Compared to the car, the temperature is dropping now, so let's buy clothes first. I'll take Xiaoxi to the mall to buy clothes later, and let him play in the ball pit at the mall for a while."
Ye Qingxi: ...He has clothes, and he already has a ball pit and other toys at home, right? Why does he need to go to the mall to play?
"You're waiting until next week!" Mu Shaoyan retorted. "I've already bought the clothes, so I'm not in a hurry. Let's buy the car first. A car is a necessity for a man, much more necessary than clothes."
Ye Qingxi: ...It's not that necessary.
You haven't returned a single one yourself, so there's no rush.
Mu Shaowu couldn't bear to watch any longer and picked up his son. "You two should wait until next week. Your nephew just had a seven-hour flight. Let him rest for a while. He's his aunt and uncle."
"Hmm." That was Mu Feng's voice.
Mu Shaoting slapped his forehead, "I was so happy that I forgot about this. Well then, brother, you should take Xiaoxi to rest."
Mu Shaoyan also said, "Yes, yes, Xiao Xi, I'll help you with your luggage."
As he spoke, he picked up Ye Qingxi's small suitcase.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Looking at his lonely suitcase, Mu Shaowu decided not to send Mu Shaoyan a holiday red envelope this National Day.
He doesn't seem to need it anyway!
Mu Shaowu glared at his younger brother, then carried Ye Qingxi upstairs.
The father and son took a nap to adjust to the time difference before going downstairs for dinner and handing out gifts along the way.
"This is for your aunt." Ye Qingxi took out a rectangular, milky-white box.
Mu Shaoting curiously took it, opened it, and found a pale purple orchid necklace carved from amethyst inside.
She said happily, "This is great. My name comes from the phrase 'lush and verdant orchids on the shore.' Xiaoxi, you really know how to buy things."
As she spoke, she put the necklace around her neck and asked Ye Qingxi, "Does it look good?"
Ye Qingxi nodded, "It is indeed beautiful."
Mu Shaoting is good-looking; he looks good in anything.
Mu Shaoyan and Mu Feng own two watches, but with different focuses: Mu Shaoyan's focuses more on sports technology, while Mu Feng's focuses more on health.
Mu Feng is getting old, and Ye Qingxi hopes he can stay healthy and safe. Therefore, she chose this gift without hesitation.
Mu Shaoyan, on the other hand, originally planned to buy a diamond-encrusted skull bracelet—it felt like something Mu Shaoyan would like.
However, considering that Mu Shaowu was present, Mu Shaowu was unaware of his younger brother's chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).
So he was afraid that if he bought this, Mu Shaowu would find it strange and it would cause unnecessary trouble.
That's why he picked out a sports watch for Mu Shaoyan.
If watches were bought for Mu Shaoyan and Mu Feng, then naturally Mu Zheng would also own a watch.
He originally wanted to buy Mu Zheng a men's watch, but then worried that the style he chose would be too youthful and not in Mu Zheng's style, so he bought a sports watch instead.
Mu Shaowu wasn't interested in sports watches, and given his endorsement deal with wristwatches, he quickly declined when Ye Qingxi asked him which one he liked.
"You should keep the money for yourself," Mu Shaowu said, rubbing his little face.
“I have a smartwatch.” Ye Qingxi raised her wrist.
Mu Shaowu laughed heartily, finding his phone watch both cute and practical.
Mu Shaoyan, being very accommodating, immediately put on the watch Ye Qingxi had given him and praised, "It's nice, I like it. I've been wanting to buy one for myself for a while!"
Mu Feng thought for a moment and then put it on his wrist.
—Since stepping down from his position as president, he has had much more free time and has gradually stopped wearing a watch.
In recent years, he has worn nothing on his wrists, feeling relaxed and carefree.
Who would have thought that ever since Ye Qingxi came into his life, his left wrist has become heavier and heavier every day.
He's wearing both bracelets and watches; the last time he dressed like this was when he was about sixteen or seventeen.
Mu Feng smiled and asked Ye Qingxi, "Didn't you buy anything for yourself?"
“He bought it,” Mu Shaowu said. “He bought himself a brooch.”
"Oh?" Mu Shaoting asked curiously, "What does it look like? Let me see."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi had no choice but to take it out and show it to them.
"It looks good," Mu Shaoting praised. "Come on, Xiaoxi, let Auntie help you put it on."
Ye Qingxi quickly closed the lid of the box, "No rush."
Mu Shaoting assumed he was just being shy, so he didn't press him.
After the gifts were distributed, Aunt Zhang had also prepared the meal.
After the group ate together, Ye Qingxi returned to her bedroom with Mu Shaowu.
Zeng Chong had already sent a message to Mu Shaowu, saying that he would pick him up around 8 a.m. tomorrow, and the two of them would go directly to the airport.
Mu Shaowu agreed, so he was taking out the clothes he was wearing for his trip abroad and changing them into the clothes and personal items he needed to take to the film set.
Ye Qingxi squatted down beside him, keeping him company.
"Uncle Li will take you to school tomorrow morning," Mu Shaowu said.
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Okay."
"Your aunt will bring lunch to you and your brother Qin Cheng at noon, and you two can eat together. After school in the afternoon, if your uncle is too late, Uncle Li will pick you up; if your uncle is in time, he will pick you and your brother Qin Cheng up."
"Okay." Ye Qingxi had no objections.
He thought his grandfather's assistant, Uncle Li, was quite capable.
She can drive, act as his chauffeur, buy him things, be his grandfather's personal assistant, help his grandfather plan his time, record what he needs to do in the next month or even several months, and act as his secretary. In short, she has multiple roles.
"Uncle Li must have a high salary, right?" Ye Qingxi whispered.
"Of course." Mu Shaowu looked at him. "Your grandfather screened and interviewed a hundred top students who submitted their resumes, and he was paid an annual salary."
Ye Qingxi knew it.
Mu Shaowu rubbed his head and said, "Don't worry, when you grow up, your salary will definitely be higher than his."
"I hope so," Ye Qingxi thought to herself.
After packing their luggage, Mu Shaowu carried Ye Qingxi to the bathroom for a shower, and then the two went to sleep.
Ye Qingxi thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep after taking a nap, but he drifted off to sleep within five minutes of lying down.
When Mu Shaowu woke him up, Ye Qingxi saw that he had already tidied himself up and was dressed neatly.
"Brush your teeth, wash your face, and change your clothes, quick." Mu Shaowu lifted him off the bed.
Ye Qingxi brushed her teeth and washed her face in a daze, and didn't fully wake up until she changed her clothes.
Gift!
He remembered!
He hasn't given Mu Shaowu a gift yet!
He quickly took the box containing the brooch from the drawer and clutched it in his hand.
Mu Shaowu picked up his schoolbag, carried him downstairs.
"You eat first." He kissed Ye Qingxi on the cheek.
Seeing that he wasn't sitting down and seemed about to leave, Ye Qingxi immediately grabbed him, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I don't have time," Mu Shaowu replied. "So I asked Aunt Zhang to pack my breakfast for me. I'll take my suitcase down in a bit and then I'll be leaving."
He patted Ye Qingxi's head, turned around, and went upstairs to get his suitcase.
Ye Qingxi watched his departing figure, then quickly walked to the sofa, opened her backpack, and took out a heart-shaped sticky note.
He then took out a pen and wrote on the paper, stroke by stroke—
"Dad, you..."
Ye Qingxi turned around, and Mu Shaoting appeared behind him at some point.
Ye Qingxi blushed slightly.
"Aunt, you...you go eat." Ye Qingxi raised her hand to cover the words she had just written.
"Okay." Mu Shaoting said with a smile.
She flicked Ye Qingxi's cheek with her index finger. "You're blushing~"
Ye Qingxi: !!
Ye Qingxi wanted to refute her, but she saw that the woman had already turned around and walked gracefully towards the restaurant.
Ye Qingxi had no choice but to swallow her rebuttal, lean on the coffee table, and continue writing.
After he finished writing, he stuck the note on the box containing the brooch.
Then, Ye Qingxi stood up and went into the kitchen.
Aunt Zhang had already packed breakfast for Mu Shaowu.
A basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), a cup of soy milk, and two tea eggs.
They were all packed in takeout boxes.
Seeing him come in, Aunt Zhang smiled and asked, "What's up? Do you want to eat something?"
Ye Qingxi shook her head and walked to Mu Shaowu's packing bag. "Is this what my father wants to take away?"
"Mm," Aunt Zhang said to him while she was busy.
Seeing this, Ye Qingxi quickly put the box containing the brooch inside while she wasn't paying attention.
He sealed the package, took it into his own hands, and said to Aunt Zhang, "I'm taking this to my father."
"Okay." Aunt Zhang glanced back at him but didn't notice his little trick.
Ye Qingxi took the packing bag and went outside.
Mu Shaowu had already brought his luggage down from upstairs.
Looking at his elderly father, he sighed, "Aren't you going to install an elevator in the house? It's so tiring."
Mu Feng gave him a disdainful look. "You're so young and you already feel tired. What will you be like when you're sixty? Won't you be bedridden?"
Mu Shaowu: ...If he's already sixty, can't he still stay in bed all the time?!
Why are such high standards placed on a sixty-year-old man?
"Then I'll be going," Mu Shaowu said gently.
"What good did it do to tell you not to leave and to stay at the company from now on?" Mu Feng said indifferently.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu muttered to himself, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. I won't be angry if others are angry. If I'm angry to death, who will benefit? He's already sixty years old, I won't argue with him."
On the other hand, he couldn't help but complain: "He's sixty years old and still acting like a contrarian. No wonder he's his dad."
"Dad, breakfast." Ye Qingxi brought breakfast to him.
Mu Shaowu instantly beamed with joy. He knew it had to be his son!
Only his son is the most considerate!
"Dad, let me carry these for you," Ye Qingxi said, seeing the two suitcases beside him. "I'll take you there."
"Mm." Mu Shaowu smiled.
The next second, he saw Mu Shaoyan coming downstairs and his expression changed instantly. "Mu Shaoyan, what are you dawdling for? Come here and help me with my suitcase."
Mu Shaoyan yawned lazily and replied, "Yes, top star Mu."
He walked over to Mu Shaowu, picked up one of the suitcases, and walked out.
Mu Feng said coolly, "He's not a top star. When he goes out, his younger brother helps him carry his suitcase and his son helps him carry his breakfast. People who know him think he's going to film a movie, but people who don't know him might think he's going to the Olympics to win glory for the country."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaoting: ...
Looking at her father like this, Mu Shaoting felt that her future singing career was fraught with difficulties.
—His dad really doesn't like the entertainment industry!
Her second brother has been an actor for so many years and is so famous, but his father still can't wait for him to retire from the industry and come home to take over the family business.
It's no wonder that every time she slightly expresses her desire to become a singer, her father immediately expresses his disagreement, fearing that she might actually pursue her dream of becoming a singer.
Mu Shaoting silently drank his soy milk, once again worrying about his future.
Mu Shaowu pretended not to hear and pulled his suitcase out the door.
Zeng Chong was already waiting at the gate.
Upon seeing Mu Shaowu, she immediately waved to him.
Ye Qingxi looked up and saw a slightly chubby man wearing glasses who looked very amiable.
At the same time he looked at Zeng Chong, Zeng Chong also saw him.
He was secretly startled and couldn't help but stare at it closely.
Ye Qingxi noticed the change in his eyes and, remembering that he was Mu Shaowu's manager, gave him a shy smile.
Zeng Chong: !!!
Good heavens!
Mu Shaowu told him that he had a son!
But he never mentioned that his son was so good-looking!
In all the film crews he'd worked on, not a single child actor was as good-looking as his son!
As he was watching, Mu Shaowu had already scanned his face, walked out the door, and stood in front of him.
"Here you go." Mu Shaoyan handed over the suitcase in his hand.
Zeng Chong quickly took it and greeted him, "Hello, Third Young Master, you've grown taller here now."
Mu Shaoyan: "...Was I short when you first met me?"
"No, it's just that it's higher now."
After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze back to Ye Qingxi, "This is..."
“My son, I’ve told you about him.”
"Hello, Uncle," Ye Qingxi said politely.
Zeng Chong quickly said, "Hello, hello, you're so beautiful."
Mu Shaowu's alarm bells went off instantly.
Before Zeng Chong cried and begged him to sign a contract, he said this very sentence: "You are so beautiful."
Later, when he came to pick him up, he encountered Mu Shaoyan walking home after school, and he said the same thing again: "You're so handsome."
The next second, he took out his business card and asked Mu Shaoyan, "Are you interested in becoming a star? You're so good-looking, you'd definitely become famous as a star. You know Mu Shaowu, right? He's someone I mentored. Just give me time, and you can definitely become the next him."
Now, he's saying it again!
Mu Shaowu immediately grabbed his manager and said, "Put the suitcase in the car for me."
The agent had no choice but to go ahead and help him put his suitcase away.
Ye Qingxi quickly handed the takeout bag in her hand to Mu Shaowu, "Dad, here's your breakfast."
He was afraid that Mu Shaowu might not want to eat it after getting into the car and would just leave it in the car or give it to someone else, so that he wouldn't see his gift. He specifically instructed, "You must eat it, you must eat it yourself, otherwise it's not good for your health."
"Okay." Mu Shaowu pinched his little face and took the packing bag from his hand.
"Dad's leaving now. Be good at home and call Dad anytime if you need anything."
Ye Qingxi nodded repeatedly.
Mu Shaowu took one last look at him before reluctantly leaving.
After seeing him get into the car, Mu Shaoyan took Ye Qingxi back to the villa.
He sat down next to Ye Qingxi and placed a small steamed bun on his plate. "Xiaoxi, eat."
Ye Qingxi hummed in agreement and lowered her head to eat.
I wonder if Mu Shaowu has started eating yet, or if he has seen the brooch he gave me?
As soon as Mu Shaowu got into the car, he heard his agent's familiar voice: "Is your son interested in acting?"
"You only mentioned that you have a son, but you never mentioned how handsome your son is!"
"With that kind of looks, she could totally debut as a child star."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu turned to look at him, "Do you think any member of our family could debut as a celebrity?"
Indeed, Zeng Chong thought, with the looks of your family, it's as if all the people that Nuwa painstakingly created are in your family.
"It's just my occupational hazard; I can't bear to see such a gem go to waste," Zeng Chong remarked.
"Then you'd better be willing to give it up."
Zeng Chong sighed, "Is there absolutely no possibility?"
"Either you go talk to my dad."
Zeng Chong shook his head, hastily dismissing the idea.
Just kidding. He only met Mu Shaowu's father once, and he almost knelt down and called him "Dad" because his legs went weak. He begged his father to let him go and stop looking at him with that kind of look that seemed like he was about to cut him into seventy-two pieces.
Zeng Chong felt he never wanted to see Mu Shaowu's father again in his life.
Seeing the fear in his eyes, Mu Shaowu chuckled, "Actually, my dad isn't some kind of demon~"
Zeng Chong: ...
Zeng Chong refused to discuss this topic with him.
"Hurry up and eat."
Your dad isn't a devil to you, but he is to me!
Mu Shaowu couldn't help but laugh again and opened the packing bag in his hand.
As soon as he opened it, the first thing he saw was a sticky note with writing on it.
Mu Shaowu picked it up in surprise and saw that it read: "Dad, don't work too hard, take more rest. I'll be waiting for you to come back~"
The brooch is a gift for you. Doesn't the design on it look like two little people, one big and one small? Wearing it means I'm by your side.
Mu Shaowu looked on in disbelief.
He never imagined that the brooch was bought for him.
He quickly opened the box and took out the brooch inside.
Children's thoughts are indeed different from adults'; they are imaginative and quirky.
What he saw as two flower brooches turned out to be two people, one big and one small, in Ye Qingxi's eyes.
Mu Shaowu gently stroked the smaller "person," and Ye Qingxi's face and the two little sand figures he had made appeared in his mind.
One of the little sandmen was inside the city wall, and the other was outside.
However, the diamond figures on the brooch are lined up side by side.
His children were waiting for him at home; their beautiful hearts were with him, staying by his side.
His baby is such a warm and gentle baby.
Mu Shaowu was almost moved to tears, wishing he could stop the car right now and go back to kiss his child.
"Does it look good?" Mu Shaowu moved the brooch towards his manager and asked.
The agent nodded. "Not bad."
"What do you mean 'not bad'?!" Mu Shaowu complained. "Have you ever seen a more beautiful brooch?"
broker:……
The agent could only answer, "No."
Are you satisfied now?
Mu Shaowu was indeed satisfied, so he regained his gentleness.
What does this pattern look like?
“Of course it’s two flowers,” the agent said shrewdly. “It means you’re thriving in both television and film.”
Mu Shaowu gave him a disdainful look. "Can't you look more closely?!"
"Huh?" the agent asked, puzzled. "Isn't that right?"
"Of course not." Mu Shaowu's eyes were so tender they could overflow with honey. "These are two people. The older one is me, my father, and the younger one is my son. This brooch represents that my son will always be with me."
broker:………
Are men with children really this crazy?!
Good news: Mu Shaowu has never seemed to be love-obsessed.
Bad news: He seems to have a son's brain.
"My son is so wonderful," Mu Shaowu exclaimed. "Don't you think he's incredibly romantic?"
broker:………
The agent nodded silently, "Romantic."
"Isn't it gentle?"
"……gentle."
"Isn't he very filial?"
"……Filial piety."
Isn't it cute?
"……cute."
"Isn't it..."
"Shouldn't you be eating?" his agent interrupted. "Why don't you eat first?"
However, Mu Shaowu was in no mood to eat; he had already eaten his fill of divine food.
He pinned the brooch to his clothes and looked at his agent, "Come on, take a picture of me. I'll send it to my son so he can see what his dad looks like wearing this brooch."
broker:……
Good news: Mu Shaowu is a rare and wonderful father.
The bad news: It seems like all he wants to do right now is be a dad!
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