His Beloved Treasure

When she spoke, there was an air about her that indicated she couldn’t swallow her feelings.

Mu Yichen showed no reaction, but Qiao Yi looked at her, ”I thought you didn’t want to talk about the entertainment industry?”

”What can I do then? President Mu doesn’t fancy me, shall I keep eagerly clinging to indifference? At least that person is sincere towards me.”

After saying that, Jing Qing stood up resolutely, refusing to say another word, and immediately left.

The secretary had just come to serve coffee, about to reach for the door, when Jing Qing opened it from the inside, walked out proudly, and the secretary...

Three cups of coffee...

”So, are you satisfied now?”

”What’s bad about that? Since you’re slow to make a move.”

”But she clearly doesn’t love that man.”

Qiao Yi stood up angrily, his voice growing louder.

”If love could guarantee possession, would I have gone through these years looking like this?”

Yichen suddenly also shouted.

”That’s you, not everyone in the world has to be like you.”

Qiao Yi angrily slammed the chair and then turned and left.

The secretary again looked at the three cups of coffee in her hands, now alone with President Mu in the office.

”Move the meeting forward.”

Mu Yichen didn’t want her coffee, simply instructed her and walked behind his desk to sit down and start looking for the documents needed for the meeting.

”Yes! The coffee...”

”Drink it yourself!”

The secretary felt like crying; was it really appropriate for her to drink so much coffee?

Qiao Yi hurriedly followed Jing Qing down to the lobby and reached out to grab her arm. In the hall, Jing Qing turned to look at him, ”Is there anything left to say?”

”Don’t do something out of jealousy and unattainability that you’ll regret later. Please, consider this as me begging you,” Qiao Yi pleaded, his sincerity bordering on humility.

”Qiao Yi, you’re meddling too much!”

Jing Qing raised her hand to push away his hand, her gaze devoid of any emotion.

It was as if the friendship they had grown up with no longer existed.

Qiao Yi was still gasping for breath, watching her walk away with such determination, not knowing how to stop her, and immediately pulled out his phone from his pocket to call Jing Feng.

Mu Yichen spent the entire morning in the conference room.

Feng Fanghua took Huanhuan to the studio, let Huanhuan play with Xiaomei outside, and then went alone to Qin Mu’s office.

Qin Mu dutifully offered her tea before sitting down.

”What exactly is the deal with today’s news?”

Feng Fanghua directly asked the purpose of her visit.

Qin Mu, anticipating she had come for this reason and having already thought of strategies to deal with it, didn’t rush to answer.

”Is your back better now?”

”Yes, now answer my question.”

Feng Fanghua was not pleased with her evasiveness and pressed Qin Mu to directly face the question.

”This is an issue between Jing Qing and me, originally I didn’t want to bother you or uncle about it.”

”Your and Jing Qing’s issue?”

”Yes!”

Qin Mu had nothing to hide from Feng Fanghua, once she realized Feng was aligned with her son.

”If I told you that at the Jing Family siblings’ birthday banquet, specifically my and President Liu’s drinks were drugged, what would you think?”

”What?”

”If you were in my shoes, would you keep silent, or would you fight back?”

Feng Fanghua did not expect Qin Mu to suddenly throw a question at her, but if it were her, she certainly wouldn’t let those who hurt her get away with it.

”Wait, do you mean that the person who drugged you that night was Jing Qing?”

”Even if she didn’t personally drug me, she cannot be detached from this matter.”

Qin Mu picked up the cup of tea from the table, her composure unshaken.

”How could this child... So today’s scene is Yichen helping you take revenge.”

”More accurately, I used him!”

She used him to get back at Jing Qing.

Qin Mu felt some guilt and, after speaking, lowered her head, unable to meet Feng Fanghua’s eyes.

”You’re good at using him, and that boy is foolish enough to be manipulated by you—does he know you’re using him?”

”Yes!”

”He really is foolish!”

The more Feng Fanghua thought about it, the angrier she became. Her precious son never suffered at home, yet he was being led around by the nose by a girl five years his junior.

”If the Jing Family patriarch knew you were going against his precious granddaughter like this, he would have you done for. Sometimes you should learn to hold back.”

”How can I hold back in this situation?”

Even though she couldn’t argue loudly with her elder, Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh softly, lifting those clear eyes to look at Feng, and asked softly and politely,

”So, you’ll just keep going against her? If this continues, sooner or later the Mu Family will need to draw a line with the Jing Family. Have you forgotten why I originally asked you to leave the Mu Family?”

Forgotten?

She had not forgotten for a single moment.