His Beloved Treasure

”You only know how to say ’hmm’?”

”Yes!”

Feng Fanghua...

”What are your feelings towards Yichen?”

Feng Fanghua suddenly asked.

”Is it love, gratitude, or habit? Or is it because he likes you, so you just cling to him like a big tree?”

Qin Mu...

”Can’t you make a choice either?”

Feng Fanghua turned to look at her, really a bit annoyed, feeling that no matter how much she prodded, she couldn’t get a word out, truly infuriating.

”Big tree?”

She tentatively said it, because since she was little, he had been her big tree.

”Then do you have no feelings for him? Are you only with him to use him as a support?”

Like a judge, Feng Fanghua spoke, her voice not as righteous as a judge’s, but it certainly had the tone of passing judgment on her.

A long gash seemed to have been sliced through Qin Mu’s heart, but when she wanted to retort, she felt it so pale.

”Pitiful fool, he treasures you like a treasure, knowing you don’t love him, but he can’t bear to let go.”

Feng Fanghua turned to the other side, speaking melancholically.

Qin Mu felt an unease in her heart; the room was too quiet, quiet enough for her to hear Feng Fanghua’s sigh.

”Actually, it’s not just using him.”

She lay next to Feng Fanghua, and after finishing her words, she couldn’t help but grip her own hand tighter.

”There are feelings?”

Feng Fanghua turned to look at her, incredulous.

The room had no curtains drawn, but the light was dim, and yet Feng Fanghua felt she could see clearly the vulnerability of the girl at that moment.

Qin Mu felt brave enough to nod her head precisely because the light was dim.

How could there be no feelings?

She had long realized that she had feelings for him; she was only living in denial all this time.

That voice was so soft, the bedroom plenty big enough, but Feng Fanghua heard it very clearly, the words she said, even though she didn’t mention feelings.

But if it’s not using him, and it’s not having feelings, then what is it?

Qin Mu did not answer her again because some words, once spoken, she feared she could no longer deceive herself, feared that one day she wouldn’t be able to bear the words she once said.

”If there are feelings, then consider him more in everything you do.”

After Feng Fanghua finished speaking, she turned over with difficulty, and Qin Mu cast a sideways glance at her retreating figure.

Consider him more in everything?

Qin Mu found she simply couldn’t fall asleep later on; how could she consider him more?

The next morning, Mu Yichen got up and immediately went to find her. Qin Mu, with her panda eyes, groggily looked up at him: Morning!

”Didn’t sleep well?”

”Possibly!”

Qin Mu was still somewhat dazed, and Mu Yichen, seeing her haggard state, looked a bit frazzled before lifting her onto his shoulder and carrying her straight back to their room.

”What are you doing?”

”Catching up on sleep!”

”But...”

”My husband will be back soon!”

Qin Mu...

Alright then, catch up on sleep.

Soon asleep again.

It seemed as if last night’s brief separation were but a dream, and now was the true start of their night.

Mu Yichen now regretted having her come over to pick up Huanhuan last night; in fact, the housemaids could have taken good care of Feng Fanghua. He didn’t understand why Feng Fanghua specifically wanted her care.

Initially, he thought as the daughter-in-law, it was fine for Mrs. Mu to take care, but he regretted it deeply upon seeing her in the morning.

Why have her stay up all night? Feng Fanghua was already dissatisfied with her.

Upon Mu Zihao’s return upon hearing his wife had twisted her waist, he immediately went to their room. Feng Fanghua was already better and couldn’t help asking when she got up: ”Why are you back so early?”

”My son called to say you twisted your waist, you’re better now?”

”Yes, it got better last night!”

As Feng Fanghua spoke, she gave him a glance that implied something.

Mu Zihao sighed involuntarily: ”You trouble his wife, and he troubles your husband.”

”Well, I don’t care.”

Feng Fanghua muttered, then remembered the conversation she had with Qin Mu the night before, and uttered a helpless sigh as well.

”Was I really too harsh on her?”

”Our bed, you let someone else sleep in it without even asking if it pleases me? That’s quite unfair to me, too.”

Feng Fanghua...

Mu Zihao sat next to her, giving her a look demanding an explanation.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Qin Mu went back to the studio, but as soon as she returned, she found that someone was causing a commotion.

”Why are you here?”

Xiaomei spotted her in the crowd, squeezed through, and pulled her outside: ”You’d better leave.”

”What happened?”

”Mrs. Yang is saying that ever since she wore the dress you designed, she’s been sick, and she’s here to make trouble for you.”

What’s meant by trouble befalls in times of unrest?

Just now, someone said she was two-timing, and now someone claims that her dress designs have the power to make people sick.