His Beloved Treasure

Mu Zihao discussed the matter with Feng Fanghua.

”I don’t think they’re necessarily unwilling to let Jing Qing become Huanhuan’s stepmother, but I dare not let Jing Qing take on that role. Just thinking about how she treated that girl before makes me afraid. She dislikes children so much, how could she treat them well?”

”So, after weighing it up, the child’s mother is still the most suitable, right?”

”It’s really not that I’m looking down on her. If it weren’t for the two of them getting married in secret, I would truly not agree to this marriage. That girl appears to understand the rules in front of us, but who knows what she might be like in front of our son. You can see how distraught and tormented he is by her every day.”

”I was tormented by you back in the day, and yet I wouldn’t give a second glance to any other woman.”

Mu Zihao recalled those helpless days when he was younger, and even now, with her hair turning white, he still found her the best.

”Hmph, your parents also disapproved of me, said I was too fierce.”

Feng Fanghua remembered those past events very clearly.

”Yes, I see some similarities between that girl and you. If it weren’t for that incident with her mother, she probably wouldn’t have turned out like this. Deep down, she longs for family and warmth; she’s just too scared to seek it.”

”Are you saying that if her mother hadn’t died, she would have the courage?”

”What would she not dare to? Have you forgotten how she used to eat lollipops on your lap when she was little?”

When Feng Fanghua brought up Qin Mu’s habit of eating lollipops on her lap as a child, she immediately thought of her own granddaughter.

Although Huanhuan resembled Mu Yichen quite a bit, she had to admit that Huanhuan looked strikingly similar to Qin Mu, especially their beautiful foreheads.

”It’s just a meal, isn’t it? Let’s eat!”

Feng Fanghua couldn’t argue with him, so she accepted her fate.

On their way back, they made a detour to the studio where Mu Yichen waited for her outside.

The lights inside were on, and he sat in the car, watching her silhouette enter through the large glass screen, then retrieve a large box from beneath a table.

Later, the lights on the first floor went out, and she came out and got into the car.

Mu Yichen unconsciously glanced at the box she placed in the back, ”What’s that?”

”A gift for Huanhuan’s grandma.”

Mu Yichen looked at her again unconsciously, a smile forming subconsciously on his face.

”I’m not doing this for you, but I really appreciate her for taking care of Huanhuan.”

Mu Yichen didn’t need to say much; could he not understand her heart?

The car hit the road again, and by the time they reached home, it was already quite dark.

The butler was still standing at the door, waiting for them. As he saw Qin Mu getting out of the passenger seat, the butler unconsciously straightened his neck.

”Young master, young madam!”

His greeting was as polite as usual.

Qin Mu nodded to him politely and was led by Mu Yichen into the house.

”We’re back!”

Mu Yichen announced their arrival to the older couple on the sofa.

”Uncle, auntie, hello!”

Qin Mu was brought before them by Mu Yichen and immediately freed her hand from his, holding the straps of her purse while she greeted them.

Feng Fanghua glanced at her, and seeing her face had thinned considerably, she frowned unconsciously. She had heard that Jing Qing was very busy lately but hadn’t expected that she would wear herself out to this extent.

”Why have you lost so much weight?” Mu Zihao blurted out directly.

”The studio has been quite busy lately; everyone has lost some weight.”

Qin Mu spoke softly and took a step forward: ”I designed a cheongsam during my free time; I hope auntie won’t disdain it.”

Gently placing the box on the coffee table, she stepped back.

Feng Fanghua glanced at her again from the corner of her eye, then looked at the box that seemed to be of decent quality, raising an eyebrow, ”I don’t just wear any cheongsam.”

”The fabric is passable; I personally embroidered the decorations because I can’t trust anyone else’s craftsmanship.”

She knew Feng Fanghua was particular and, of course, anything meant for her daughter’s grandmother had to be the best.

”A child’s good intentions and you’re still picky?”

Mu Zihao reminded gently from the side.

”Alright, alright. I’ll accept the gift. Go wash up; let’s have dinner.”

Feng Fanghua didn’t want to give her face, so she responded coldly.

”Daddy, Mommy!”

Huanhuan, who had just washed her hands in the restroom with her auntie, ran up to Qin Mu and Mu Yichen upon seeing them.

The mother and daughter hadn’t seen each other for several days and were especially affectionate upon meeting, hugging tightly, neither willing to let go.

Huanhuan also waved her little hand at Mu Yichen, who leaned in close, and she immediately planted a big kiss on his cheek.