His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen...

This little vixen wants to torture him to death, huh?

With a helpless sigh, he followed her into the flower shop.

”Welcome!”

The little hanging ornament at the door started ringing as soon as they arrived at the entrance. Qin Mu looked down at it and said cheerfully, ”How cute.”

Mu Yichen just looked at her with a bewildered expression. Qin Mu glanced up at him and immediately pushed the door open and entered.

”What kind of flowers would the two of you like to buy?”

”Ask my husband,”

Qin Mu said with a beaming smile, then looked up at Mu Yichen, ”What flowers do you like?”

”You’re buying them for me?”

Mu Yichen’s brow twitched.

”Yes!”

”Did you bring money?”

He asked again.

Qin Mu looked at his despair-filled eyes and then down at the black wallet in her hand, hehe.

In the end, the two of them bought a big bunch of lilies and walked out of the shop. Mu Yichen still had his hands in his pockets, while Qin Mu did not forget to wrap one arm around his.

Hmm, it had become a habit.

It seemed as if her own mood wasn’t that important anymore; what mattered was his mood.

Compared to the tense atmosphere that morning, she now felt relaxed, and then, arm in arm, they went back to the car. After putting the flowers in the backseat and buckling up her seatbelt, she turned to look at him, ”If you like them, I’ll buy them for you tomorrow.”

”Humph!”

President Mu smiled and said nothing else.

Qin Mu felt rather cold and didn’t speak anymore after that.

When they got home, Qin Mu gave the lilies to the butler, who was delighted to receive them. Although trying not to show too much excitement, the butler, who received flowers for the first time at her age, immediately found a vase and cherished them in her bedroom.

After dinner, Qin Mu coaxed Huanhuan to take a bath and go to bed. President Mu, unusually, didn’t even bother with her until she had coaxed Huanhuan to sleep and an hour had passed; he still hadn’t come to look for her.

Qin Mu knew that President Mu was truly angry.

But she didn’t expect to fall asleep in her daughter’s bed.

She had planned to return after her daughter slept soundly, but when she woke up and checked the time, it was already past five in the morning. She held her breath, careful not to wake her sleeping daughter, and quietly slipped out from under the covers.

Back in their room, she tiptoed to the bed, then carefully lay down and pulled the covers over herself.

She thought she’d just say she came back in the middle of the night if he asked; he would have been asleep by then and definitely wouldn’t know anything.

But...

No sooner had she settled in bed and calmed her racing heart than he suddenly turned.

Qin Mu instinctively turned her head, her bright eyes fixed on his broad back.

Because she hadn’t come back last night, he hadn’t closed the curtains, and the moonlight poured in, allowing her to see the back of his head.

She became nervous again; was he awake?

Or had he not slept?

The more Qin Mu thought about it, the more frightened she became, so she bravely turned and reached out to hold him.

”Let go!”

President Mu said haughtily.

Qin Mu...

”I won’t!”

She suddenly became petulant.

Mu Yichen really wanted to get angry, but being held tightly, his frustration soon dissolved into nothingness.

”You didn’t want to come back, did you?”

In the silent room, he finally asked her seriously.

”No, I just fell asleep by accident. You didn’t come to hold me like you usually do.”

”If you don’t cherish it, what’s the point of forcing you?”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but kick him gently with her foot.

She suddenly felt wronged.

Why hadn’t he mentioned before that forcing her was meaningless?

Before, he would have tied her to him if he could, and now he suddenly says such hurtful things.

”Mu Yichen, you’re not allowed to say that again, or else...”

”Or else what?”

He suddenly twisted around, looking at her with eyes full of challenge.

”Or I’ll really leave!”

She declared stubbornly, her eyes fogging up.

”Leave? You won’t even make it out of the front door.”

She preferred...

To be willing to never leave the doorstep to his heart for her entire life.

In the morning, neither of them wanted to get out of bed, as if they had just regained what they had lost, clinging tightly to each other.

But they still had to go to work, and Mu Yichen drove her to the studio.

Jian Yan was standing by the window, smoking. As soon as Qin Mu entered, she instinctively greeted him, ”Master Jian, good morning!”

”Hmm!”

It was no longer early!

But he still gently stubbed out his cigarette and acknowledged her with a nod.

Wen Runuan came to see her after ten, asking her for help with some clothing designs but also to talk about Jing Qing’s situation.

”Jing Qing really can be extreme. There was a director who touched her once, and afterward, she seemed to have attempted suicide.”