His Beloved Treasure

”Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

You?

Mu Yichen shook his head, looking at her hopelessly and no longer wanting to save her.

Let’s fall into the demon’s path together!

Mu Yichen suddenly had such a thought, as if being together meant that even becoming a demon was a joyous affair.

In this life, he feared most to achieve everything only to remain alone.

What was the point if nobody truly cared?

After the meal, the two of them cleaned up together, then stood by the window and chatted for a while before heading back to the room for an afternoon nap.

In the afternoon, Feng Fanghua returned home with Huanhuan and saw the wound on Qin Mu’s face, unintentionally frowning: ”This Liu Fei really... no matter how old she is, she still resorts to violence, with no restraint in her hands.”

”Actually, it’s just a small cut on the skin, nothing serious.”

”Who’s saying that? Your skin is already fragile. If it leaves a scar, I will never forgive her in this lifetime.”

Mu Yichen sat alone on the sofa to the side, his voice deep and cold, his gaze dark and brooding.

Qin Mu turned to look at him and suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Feng Fanghua, however, sighed as she looked at his indifferent demeanor and asked, ”So what are you planning to do? The Liu Family may not have much power anymore, but don’t you still have a lot of connections to go through them for your real estate dealings?”

”Rongcheng is only so big, there’s only so much business I can do through them. Now, I’m already developing projects outside of the city. This little place in Rongcheng doesn’t really matter.”

”Go say that to your dad!”

”I’d say the same even if Grandpa were here.”

Mu Yichen was stubborn, and when he dug in his heels, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

”Qin Mu, talk some sense into him, will you? Always creating trouble for others, can’t you just speak and act nicely?”

Feng Fanghua immediately shifted her stance.

”You only know part of the story, so please stay out of this.” Mu Yichen did not want Qin Mu to be uncomfortable, and besides, he had long wanted to break ties with several families in the city. They all fawned over the Jing Family, but sooner or later, the Jing Family would have to beg him to come back to develop the market. After all, the name Mu Yichen wasn’t just for show.

”You... There’s nothing wrong with Qin Mu, why create such a big fuss? I get it, our family business is thriving under your lead, but Rongcheng is your foundation after all.”

”My foundation isn’t so grand.”

Feng Fanghua...

Qin Mu...

Today, Qin Mu had really seen it all. She had never expected this man could be so...

This was his mother, for heaven’s sake. What on earth was he saying?

”Daddy!”

Huanhuan suddenly walked over to Mu Yichen’s side.

Mu Yichen looked up at her. He had just settled in to scoop her into his arms when he heard her milky voice ask, ”Daddy, what is a root?”

Root...

Mu Yichen’s hand suddenly went limp and he failed to lift her.

Qin Mu thought, I’ll tolerate it!

Feng Fanghua was even more restless: ”I’ll go check if the bird’s nest soup is ready in the kitchen.”

”Me too!”

For the first time, Qin Mu eagerly followed Feng Fanghua’s footsteps, and then both mother and daughter heard Mu Yichen earnestly telling his daughter the story of the root.

He actually told it quite well, but was that really what he meant just now?

He clearly stretched his leg out.

But it no longer mattered; when Qin Mu brought over some fruit and, after setting it down, sat beside Huanhuan, she called to her, ”Come to mommy.”

”Mommy, daddy said this place is my root.”

”If he said it is, then it is!”

”Yeah! I want to eat an apple, mommy. I really love apples.”

Looking at the fruit plate Qin Mu had brought over, Huanhuan rubbed her hands slowly, her eyes filled with longing, but she didn’t dare to touch it herself because she had just played with her toys and her hands were dirty.

”Have a bite first, then mommy will take you to wash your hands before we come back and eat.”

”Okay!”

Qin Mu took a fruit pick, fed her a piece of fruit, and then the mother and daughter went to the washroom together.

”Daddy, no sneaking some!”

Halfway there, Huanhuan suddenly turned back and looked at the back of Mu Yichen’s head, giving him a stern warning.

Mu Yichen...

Could only raise his hand and make an OK gesture.

But once he saw his daughter and wife enter the washroom, he quickly leaned over the table and grabbed a piece of fruit to put in his mouth.

Feng Fanghua happened to walk by, and seeing his actions, she couldn’t help but chuckle. ”How old are you?”

”You said no matter how old, I’m still a child to you, right?”

Feng Fanghua sat down and looked at her son. Sometimes he really made her stomach hurt with frustration—did he ever grow up?

Later, Qin Mu and Huanhuan came back, and they all ate fruit together.

”Is daddy coming home tonight?”

Qin Mu asked as she ate.

”He said he wouldn’t come back for dinner, will be back later.”

Feng Fanghua replied.

Mu Zihao had already handed over authority to his son, but still, from time to time, he invited his father to socialize, which left Mu Yichen somewhat helpless.