His Beloved Treasure

”Remember!”

She soothingly agreed with a sound, but her eyes still clung to the ceiling, unyielding.

Knowing that she had returned, he promptly found her, and the two of them got involved that very day.

But at the time, she could never have imagined that she would soon return to Rongcheng, and one day become a part of the vast Mu Family household.

When they spoke of vast, it wasn’t the number of people, but rather the overwhelming scale and reach of their business empire, their unattainable loftiness and profundity.

She turned her head to look at him, and there he was, still the same devil-may-care, imperious Young Master Mu standing before her, while she was no longer the simple Qin Mu from before.

The things she had been doing recently were, honestly, not what she wanted to do.

She had thought at first that to become a renowned designer one simply needed to know how to draw, to craft garments, and to network a bit.

But she hadn’t anticipated that the road to success would be littered with so many stumbling blocks.

”Now that we’re back here, how does it feel?”

He asked her in a low voice.

”Like a dream!”

Her voice was somewhat weak.

”A dream? Baby, this isn’t a dream, this is real!”

He clearly answered by her ear.

Yes, everything was real, all these dream-like events had truly unfolded.

”Why suddenly bring me here?”

”To relive old dreams!”

President Mu said, his penetrating eyes chilling yet frosty.

”Relive old dreams?”

She echoed in a low voice, unwittingly letting out a laugh.

Her long lashes reluctantly closed together, lush and gentle, evoking a sense of vulnerability.

That night, rain suddenly began to pour, no, it was more like a thunderstorm.

The sound was deafening, as if it would burst one’s eardrums, and the upscale guest room was unable to shut it out.

But who knew that the season for thunderstorms would arrive so quickly, the person in bed listened to the thunderous noise outside.

”What’s the matter?”

”Don’t like it!”

She didn’t like the thunder.

Mu Yichen tucked in the blanket: I’m here!

”Hmm!”

That low acknowledgement was from her heart, which had been lonely for many years, finally finding something to lean on.

All the lights in the room dimmed down, but it was because of the thunderous weather that Qin Mu needed him all the more.

How she wished, on each such day, that he would always be by her side.

Whether it was day or night, as long as she could hear his strong heartbeat, she would feel a sense of security.

”Mumu!”

”Hmm?”

”I love you!”

That husky voice surprised them both.

Qin Mu didn’t move, but her eyes quietly grew moist.

”This life, and the next, I will always love you like this and never leave you.”

So please be assured, I will always be here to protect you, you’ll never have to fight alone.

Tears finally escaped the corners of Qin Mu’s eyes at such a heartfelt declaration; she had only ever heard Mu Yichen speak so tenderly.

His voice was low and deep, as if it might be drowned out at any moment by the rain outside, but the woman in his arms could hear it all too clearly.

Lately, whenever it was late at night, Qin Mu felt like she was not herself.

It was as if her mind was being filled with thoughts that didn’t belong to her, thoughts that would vanish by the next morning but sneak back into her mind and heart with each approaching night.

The next morning, the two of them went back and were chastised for not coming home, which was disgraceful.

But after the scolding, they were allowed upstairs. Later, Mu Yichen went to the company, and Qin Mu to the studio. Around noon, the Mu family received a visitor, Qin Haiming.

”That girl Mumu, she probably will never forgive me in her lifetime. It’s fine if she doesn’t want to see me, just don’t mention that I came to see my granddaughter,” said Qin Haiming as he sat on the sofa drinking tea and chatting with Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua, with Huanhuan playing with toys nearby, unable to help but glance at this man she was not familiar with.

”Huanhuan, that’s your grandpa, call him grandpa.”

”Grandpa? What’s that? Can you eat it?”

Huanhuan looked up at her grandma, perplexed. The word ’grandpa’ was so unfamiliar to her that she couldn’t quite grasp its meaning.

”Oh dear, this child!”

Feng Fanghua said with an embarrassed laugh.

”No matter, no matter,” Qin Haiming said softly, his eyes full of tender love.

”Your relationship with your daughter might take a while to mend, but it seems like Huanhuan quite likes you.”

”Yes, Huanhuan, your grandpa is your mom’s dad. Go on, call him grandpa; grandpa brought you lots of gifts.”