His Beloved Treasure

It’s just...

”Yichen!”

She had just turned around when she saw him, impeccably dressed in a suit, stepping forward, when a gentle female voice also called out to him from behind.

Qin Mu subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice, before she even had time to think about why he was suddenly behind her.

”Yichen, my car broke down nearby, can you give me a lift back?”

Jing Qing, in her high heels and evening gown, ran up to him and casually wrapped her arm around his, her voice soft as water.

Qin Mu subconsciously turned her head and pushed the door to go in.

Mu Yichen stood there watching her cold departure before turning to the woman beside him: ”What are you doing in this neighborhood?”

”I had a little drink with some friends. There’s a nice bar over there. I was planning to find Qin Mu to give me a ride home, but since you’re here, I don’t need to bother her.”

Qin Mu watched them leave from upstairs, then helplessly shrugged and laughed at herself.

Qin Mu, oh Qin Mu, you’re the one who didn’t want him, so from now on, no matter what he does with Jing Qing, you have no right to be angry. You have no right.

She had to remind herself then went back to her room and lay on the bed with a book, trying to distract her thoughts.

The rain seemed to have no end, continuing to patter down past ten o’clock.

Later, she found all the snacks from her colleagues and ate them all, eating wherever she could find them, which explained some scattered trash on the first floor.

But she didn’t care, because even without reading much, she felt content after stealthily eating everyone’s snacks like a naughty child.

Mu Yichen didn’t come to find her again. He really went out to have a drink with Jing Feng and then returned to the apartment.

On Monday, Qin Mu boarded the flight to Paris with Jian Yan, of course not before ordering lots of snacks online to be sent to the studio as compensation to everyone.

Jian Yan laughed as he looked at her: ”You’re just going to leave the kid here like this?”

”Yeah, Huanhuan is happier with his grandparents than with me. I’ve found that letting them get to know each other has this unexpected benefit.”

”What benefit?”

Qin Mu found a comfortable position, leaned back, and replied while resting her eyes: ”I finally don’t have to worry about Huanhuan not eating well with Xiaomei.”

Jian Yan laughed involuntarily. Xiaomei indeed was not very good at taking care of children.

”Think about the past two years, Xiaomei has really worried a lot because of me, not to mention Huanhuan.”

”She is paid to do the job, of course, she has to do something.”

Qin Mu suddenly turned to look at the man sitting beside her: ”Master, haven’t you noticed something different about Xiaomei?”

”Different?”

”Yeah, don’t you like her even a little bit?”

After saying this, Qin Mu didn’t forget to wink at him, but Jian Yan seemed not to understand and asked the flight attendant for a newspaper to read.

Qin Mu...

That evening, after dinner, Yichen felt the urge to go out again, but Feng Fanghua finally stopped him: ”Are you going to look for Qin Mu again?”

Yichen turned around: ”What do you want to say?”

”She should have already arrived in Paris by now!”

Feng Fanghua hadn’t wanted to say it, but she couldn’t bear the thought of him wasting more money on fuel.

Yichen turned around, looking at his mother with an indifferent gaze subconsciously.

”You knew she was going to Paris, didn’t you?”

”Yes, I went to see her. She left Huanhuan with me, saying she felt more at ease with Huanhuan being with me.”

”Then let her never come back to see her daughter for the rest of her life.”

Yichen fiercely dropped his jacket to the ground and then turned to go upstairs.

Feng Fanghua...

Such temper, really out of place.

”Why are you taking your anger out on me? I’m not the one who ran off with someone.”

Feng Fanghua knew exactly why her son was angry, yet after shouting, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

He’s twenty-eight years old, still so childish.

Miserable all day long because of a woman.

Mu Zihao came home and, upon learning that his son was sulking, was going to go up to talk to him, but then decided to just enjoy his own life instead.

That night, Yichen tossed and turned, unable to sleep, as if he had gone back to those years.

Leaving her alone abroad, not knowing whether she was doing well or what kind of men were around her, his anxiety kept him from sleep.

But what about her?

Always so carefree, as if as long as she and her daughter were fine, everything was fine.

She never thought to put him in her heart for once.

As soon as Qin Mu arrived in Paris, people who had sought her out for advertising work invited her out, asking her to do another ad. She talked it over and went back to Jian Yan to discuss it. Jian Yan said, ”Take it.”

”Take it?”

”Yeah! This time, design the gown you’ll wear for the ad yourself and put our studio’s logo on it.”