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

Zhuo Wen suddenly said another sentence.


Mu Yichen had no choice but to look up again.


"That's because only one invitation is sent out per family, and didn't you say you would return after Christmas?"


Zhuo Wen looked at him, not familiar with the young master, but aware that he had once investigated her.


"Yes, I was going back, but my husband came, didn't he? We just want to eat, drink, and be merry for a while and attend Di Di's wedding casually. Don't know what this handsome guy thinks about my reasoning, is it appropriate or not?"


Zhuo Wen suddenly raised her hand and looped it around her fiancé's neck, her gaze fixed steadily on Jing Feng, who was sitting beside Mu Yichen, as she asked.


"You may not know if it's appropriate, but we don't think so," Jing Feng continued, perhaps accustomed to reading people, he didn't mind in the slightest how others faced him with their expressions; he only cared about what mattered to him.


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