His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen snapped back to reality and glanced ahead to find everyone bowing their heads, seemingly lost in thought, but it appeared to be related to him. He unconsciously let out a soft chuckle, stretched out his hand on the table, and with a domineering look, gazed upon the pen in his hand, ”Continue.”

The crowd...

Qin Mu made another call to the lawyer. If nobody cared about the situation, it wouldn’t have mattered, but since it was already trending online, she had to pursue legal responsibility.

She soon heard the sound of a commotion in French downstairs. Qin Mu, holding her phone, walked out only to see everyone whispering and guessing - or was it about avoiding suspicion?

”Can everyone please keep quiet?”

Qin Mu had to speak in a soothing tone from upstairs to calm them down.

When everyone stopped arguing and looked up, Qin Mu could only smile helplessly, spread her hands, and tire was apparent in her almond eyes, ”We’ve been working together for over three years. Don’t we have this much trust in each other? I’ve never doubted anyone, and I hope you all won’t suspect any of us either. We didn’t come here from Paris to have internal disputes. I will investigate and clarify everything; before that, everyone just needs to concentrate on doing their job well, okay?”

Her French was never before so gentle and heartfelt.

It was after her words that everyone calmed down, each returning reluctantly to their workstations, whether with a shake of the head or a sigh. Xiaomei relaxed a bit; her previous shouting had been ineffective, but Qin Mu managed to resolve the situation with just a few sentences.

Soon, Mu Yichen called her again, ”I can’t pinpoint any one person for you right now. The Weibo account is a secondary one, but today, several complaints about your studio were filed with the website.”

Complaining about the studio?

Calling the website to complain?

That was clearly causing trouble!

If she didn’t make a statement, then it would definitely affect the reputation of their studio significantly.

But if others could use fake accounts to frame them, why couldn’t their studio have an account? Now, since it was already second on the trending list, they might as well open an account for some publicity.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu slapped the table and then called Xiaomei over to the door. Xiaomei ran up to her, ”What’s up?”

”Open an account. Find pictures of the designs our studio has made over the years for celebrities or influential figures. Remember, they don’t have to be front-facing, but they must be stunning,” she instructed.

”Got it, I’m on it — oh, what’s the name going to be?”

”Just call it JY Studio, note it’s domestic.”

”Alright!”

Xiaomei actually admired Qin Mu, yet secretly, she wished Qin Mu would start her own business, which might then change Jian Yan’s attitude.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, Mu Yichen headed to the studio to find her. As she was drawing, Mu Yichen lay on the couch looking at his phone. Occasionally, Qin Mu would glance at his good figure and feel the urge to lean on him, but with a second thought, she continued drawing diligently.

”Xiaohao called at noon to say the maple leaves at East Mountain have turned red. He asked if we want to go see them together this weekend. He and Jing Feng are going,” he said.

”If you’d like, we could go too!”

Qin Mu, reminded of this, set her work aside and looked up to ask him. Mu Yichen felt either way was fine.

Qin Mu looked at him, ”Then let’s go together this Saturday, shall we?”

”Yeah! You decide, I’ll go with your plan!”

When he said he would go with her plan, his eyes met hers, deep and dark.

Qin Mu unconsciously cleared her throat softly and lowered her head to continue drawing.

In the evening, Qin Mu sent a message to Helian Hao, who was dining at the Jing Family residence with Jing Feng. Jing Feng, seeing her happiness, asked, ”Whose message is that?”

”Mumu’s. I’ve asked her to join us for a hike this weekend,” Helian Hao replied cheerfully, completely ignoring the displeased members of the Jing Family.

”Hmm!”

Jing Feng, knowing his family disliked the mention of Qin Mu’s name, said no more. However, Jing Qing, who had been sitting quietly dining, heard and asked, ”Will Yichen be going? If you all are, he would surely go, right?”

Helian Hao, without answering, pretended not to hear and continued eating.

The Jing family patriarch tapped his chopsticks, signaling everyone to stop, and Helian Hao, puzzled, set down his chopsticks as everyone else did.

”Xiaohao, why aren’t you answering Xiaoqing?”

”Grandfather, please don’t worry about the younger generation’s matters.” Helian Hao, though annoyed, replied respectfully to the old man.