His Beloved Treasure

”So you really want to take responsibility for me?” she muttered.

”Fine, since you don’t need it, I might as well enjoy myself while I can.”

He suddenly spoke softly, raising his hand to gently tuck the hair blocking her face behind her ear.

Xiaomei and the others had come to work in the morning before he left, and after watching him drive away, they whispered in her ear, ”What are you two always doing in the studio that just last night you got snapped by the paparazzi?”

”So I was premeditated!”

Qin Mu glanced at her before leaving the reception area and heading upstairs to his own office.

”Did you understand what she just said?”

Qin Mu’s voice wasn’t loud at the time, but it was firm enough to frighten Xiaomei into thinking she’d had a hallucination, so she curiously asked the people around her.

But everyone was busy with their work, at most just shaking their heads at her.

Xiaomei took this to mean that people from abroad didn’t understand Chinese.

Mu Yichen had just arrived at the office building when he saw Jing Qing’s car parked there, her wearing sunglasses and a red coat, standing next to the car with her bag, waiting for him.

As if she had been waiting a long time.

When Jing Qing heard the noise, she looked his way, but under the sunglasses, her gaze was hidden from others.

Mu Yichen got out of the car, glanced at her, and asked, ”What’s the matter? No filming today?”

”Do you like watching the films I’m in?”

She still leaned against the car, obstinately looking at him as she asked.

Mu Yichen looked at her, and though she was behind sunglasses, he felt like he could see the harsh look in her eyes: ”Sorry, I’m not very fond of dramas.”

Jing Qing finally stood up, removed her sunglasses to reveal her swollen, tearful eyes, and looked up at him with a resentful gaze.

”May I come up for a visit?”

Mu Yichen did not speak because Qiao Yi had also come to work.

Mu Yichen walked ahead with Qiao Yi and her following behind, the three of them entering the elevator one after another, silent, each with their own thoughts.

Qiao Yi unconsciously glanced at Mu Yichen standing opposite him, and when Mu Yichen looked back at him lightly, Qiao Yi felt some annoyance, but he followed them up to the top floor nonetheless.

Jing Qing didn’t say anything, as if she was used to Qiao Yi’s presence.

She walked into his office first, her high heels clicking on the floor.

Qiao Yi ordered three cups of coffee, the secretary went to pour the coffee, and then he followed in and closed the door.

Jing Qing strode to the couch, tossing her bag onto it, then circled around to sit on the couch.

Qiao Yi then pulled up a chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Mu Yichen stood by the window, took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and turned to ask the woman on the sofa, ”What’s the matter?”

”We haven’t talked for a long time; now that you have little sister Qin Mu, do you plan to stop keeping in touch with us old friends?”

Jing Qing didn’t turn to look at him, but slightly turned sideways, her voice carrying a tinge of coldness and jealousy.

Glancing at her sour expression, he involuntarily opened his mouth but knew he shouldn’t say too much, so he shut it and remained silent.

”Friends are still friends, Jing Qing; wouldn’t it be better to focus on your filming?”

Mu Yichen took a drag on his cigarette, weighing his words.

”Of course that’s fine, but if filming could make the one I love change his mind.”

The implication was, since you won’t change your mind, I might as well put aside filming for now.

”As you wish!”

Mu Yichen was helpless.

”Today’s entertainment headlines are all about you and little sister Qin Mu; did you hire the paparazzi or was it little sister Qin Mu?”

She said this as she turned to look at him, forcing a smile at him.

Mu Yichen didn’t look at her but smiled faintly.

He was reminded of Mrs. Mu’s little schemes and the moments when she’d fling herself into his arms and playfully cause trouble. Just thinking of her coquettishly mischievous manner made him helplessly soft-hearted.

”It was me!”

He finally said something to her and gave her a glance.

”You? Why?”

”Wasn’t it because on the night of your birthday, Mu Yichen’s woman was said to be two-timing? How could I not fight back? Am I, Mu Yichen, a man who can’t even keep a woman?”

Mu Yichen explained flippantly, asking her in return.

Jing Qing was unexpectedly at a loss for words to respond to him.

So the entertainment headlines of the day read that President Mu reconciled with Miss Qin, spent the night at Miss Qin’s studio, and both were off to a rendezvous.

”And you too. We all know you two are good. Did you really need to make the whole of Rongcheng aware?”

”A man’s face is a serious matter!”

President Mu seriously answered the question from Assistant Qiao.

Qiao Yi thought to himself, when have you ever cared for face with that woman.

”I’ve got a boyfriend. He’s the male lead in my current series. He’s admired me for a long time. A few days ago during a dinner with the crew, he confessed to me again, and I agreed!”