Chapter 140 (2/2)

The gloves had three openings. The biggest one was on the wrist and the other two were for the fingers and the thumbs. The one for the left hand fit quite nicely, albeit a bit big, but that didn’t make much difference. But when Qi Mu tried the one for the right hand, the tip of his thumb got stuck.

Qi Mu’s fingers were slender and long, the fact that his thumb couldn’t slide into place meant that the person who made them was… extremely inept.

Min Chen, on the other hand, was still very enthusiastic with the gloves. Staring fixedly at the small hole, he tried to make it bigger with his fingers.

But how could a thin wool thread stretch so easily?

Min Chen gave up after trying for quite a while. Taking his hand, Qi Mu murmured, “These gloves… Did you make them yourself, Min Chen?”

The man placed so much value on the gloves that Qi Mu knew something was wrong. Despite being made of high-end, expensive materials, they were so poorly made, he could barely stand to look at them. He guessed that——

Min Chen made them himself?

Faced with the question, Min Chen’s hands froze. He shook his head softly. “Not me.”

After a pause, he added, “Daniel.”

Daniel shot with rage, half the globe away: “…”

Seeing the man’s awkward response, Qi Mu was even more sure of his guess. If the man said he bought it, Qi Mu could still force himself to believe it a little.

…Although he didn’t think anyone would sell such ugly gloves that they couldn’t even wear.

But, Qi Mu wouldn’t believe that Daniel made them. Qi Mu once saw Daniel skillfully sew a button that fell off from a shirt. Coupled with his doubt that Min Chen would actually let him wear something that Daniel made…

It was absolutely impossible, alright!

But the guy was proud, so Qi Mu could only smile charmingly and say, “Mn. It wasn’t you, definitely not you.”

Min Chen, coaxed like a child: “…”

Although the gloves weren’t exactly wearable, Qi Mu still put them on, but——his fingers couldn’t go through the holes where they were supposed to go.

They took the elevator to the top floor. A TV in the elevator broadcasted the big event in Vienna.

Min Chen had just arrived in Vienna that afternoon, and he had been busy with the tour that he didn’t pay attention to what happened in Vienna. Seeing the names “Leon Zayev” and “Luo Yu Sen” on the screen, the man’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He remained silent.

Qi Mu looked at the screen casually, not bothering to pay attention to it.

Entering the apartment, they were instantly met with the warmth of the heater. Together, they took off their scarves and coats, standing before the coat rack as they hung their clothes. Their actions were fluid and natural, as if they’d done it countless times before.

“I was going to buy the groceries tomorrow, so there’s not much at home today. Is a simple dinner okay?”

“…Home?”

Min Chen’s voice was a little low so Qi Mu didn’t quite catch it. “Huh? What did you say?”

Min Chen swallowed his emotions and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Qi Mu didn’t mind it much. “Well, I’ll make something easy and quick. Do you want to help me…? Well, forget it. I want to eat Chinese food instead of Western tonight.”

Qi Mu wouldn’t sugarcoat his words when it came to the man’s ability to cook Chinese food.

Qi Mu turned around and stepped into the kitchen while Min Chen leaned against the doorway and quietly watched his beloved. With his thin lips slightly curled up in a smile, the man’s cold face appeared softer. He felt good.

Just now, Qi Mu said… Home.

Yes, it’s home.