Actually, Qin Mu didn't want to make a big fuss; it just seemed that she didn't have much say in the matter. By Christmas, they should be a family of four. Thinking about it, they might as well just go along with what everyone else wanted.
Mu Yichen quietly watched her, the tenderness sparkling in her eyes. He gently took her hand and held it firmly.
"But Christmas—what's Mumu's due date?"
Feng Fanghua suddenly became puzzled again.
"Mid-January!"
Qin Mu remembered, and said!
"If there's a chance something could..."
Feng Fanghua looked worriedly at her husband, then spoke up, but she was cut off before she could finish.
"There'll be no 'just in case'; it'll be on Christmas!"
Mu Yichen didn't think his son was in such a rush to meet them, but as for their wedding, he wanted it scheduled on Christmas.
Qin Mu let him have his way, because she felt his decision was just right and exactly what she hoped for.
"Oh my! Seriously, brother, how can you be so... tsk tsk tsk!"
