Gentle Breeze Loving the Drifting Snow

At twenty, she had a child in secret.
At twenty-two, she was discreetly married into a wealthy family.
Qin Mu lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent abroad by her unscrupulous father when she was only eight. Little did she expect her future to be so bright, she decided to climb up on Mu General's shoulders with great strides.
Mu Yichen went from being Rongcheng's top heartthrob to its youngest tycoon—arrogant and wise, unfathomable, yet he somehow fell into the hands of a little lass.
——
About marriage.
"Mu Yichen, we are just—friends!"
"That can't be the reason you reject me!"
Qin Mu was scared stiff, as Mu General rudely carried her off to the marriage registration office, to sign, to stamp, to get the certificate!
——
Hidden marriage for too long.
"If you say our daughter is adopted from the orphanage, I won't argue with you, but when will you make me public?" In broad daylight, Mu General pinned Mrs. Mu against the corner wall, threatening her with a devilish charm.
"Depends on your performance!" Mrs. Mu smirked, and the next moment, she counterattacked Mu General.
"Quick, cover your eyes!" Mu Baby, who had been ignored on the side, immediately covered her eyes.

His Beloved Treasure

Just two minutes later, Feng Fanghua heard Mu Zihao's snoring and suddenly felt a massive headache, accusing her again of going through menopause.


The next morning, before Qin Mu and Mu Yichen could get out of bed, they heard the doorbell ring. Qin Mu hurried downstairs to open the door and, seeing that it was Feng Fanghua with the nanny, she nervously called out, "Mom!"


"Uh-huh! I was afraid you wouldn't wake up, so I brought the nanny over to prepare breakfast. Is that little guy Mu Yichen awake yet?"


Qin Mu quickly replied and then turned to follow them into the house.


"Ma'am, Mistress, I'll go to the kitchen and get breakfast ready!"


Qin Mu thought to herself that it was only six o'clock, and though it was already broad daylight outside, it was so early to come and cook...


"Did you sleep separately last night or together?"


Feng Fanghua turned her head to ask her.


"Mom! Mu Yichen's cold is already better!"


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