His Beloved Treasure

Yes, Huanhuan called out for Grandpa, tugging at him and insisting to have dinner with him.

”You should stay and leave after dinner,” she said.

Seeing her granddaughter clinging to him, not letting him go, Feng Fanghua also persuaded him to stay.

”Better not, Mumu should be back soon,” he replied.

They had only finished work half an hour early today. As soon as Qin Mu and Mu Yichen walked through the door, they heard the conversation. Qin Mu was actually very conflicted inside, but most of her rationality suppressed the impulse.

Mu Yichen wrapped his arms around her shoulders as if to give her strength, and Qin Mu glanced at him subconsciously before they walked into the living room together.

”Young Master and Young Mistress are back,” said the butler.

The butler had been watching inside and only realized someone had walked past him when he snapped back to reality and immediately asked.

The living room fell silent in an instant as the three elders and a little girl all turned to look at them uniformly.

”Mommy, Daddy, it’s Grandpa!”

Huanhuan immediately let go of Qin Haiming and ran to her parents, starting to introduce them.

Qin Mu lowered her eyes and smiled at her daughter’s excited demeanor, picking her up: ”Do you like Grandpa a lot, Huanhuan?”

”Mhmm!”

Huanhuan looked at her mother’s gentle gaze and immediately nodded.

Feng Fanghua could see that Qin Mu was soft-hearted and immediately greeted cheerfully, ”Then please stay.”

Qin Haiming still glanced at Qin Mu one more time to make sure she wouldn’t be angry before he nodded, ”Then I will accept your hospitality tonight.”

”Why all the formalities between our families?”

Mu Zihao invited him to sit, and the kitchen was still preparing dinner, which naturally would be sumptuous. Outside, Mu Yichen also joined in drinking tea, while Qin Mu took Huanhuan to wash her hands in the restroom. Watching her daughter scrub the soap on her own, she couldn’t help but sigh with the thought of how fast her daughter was growing up, and suddenly her own childhood came to mind.

Back then, she too would stand on a little stool in front of the washbasin to wash her hands, intentionally doing it when Qin Hai came home from work since he would always become frightened and go to pick her up whenever he saw her on that stool.

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, she was a mother and no longer experienced the feeling of being a daughter.

Now he was in her in-laws’ home, whether as friend or foe it suddenly seemed less important. Could she let go of the resentment of being sent abroad, could she forgive her mother’s death?

Qin Mu didn’t know, but that evening, she had to face it calmly.

Dinner time was livelier than usual with the family gathered at the table. Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua naturally treated the mayor of Qin City as a close relative and were very hospitable. As the junior, Qin Mu kept quiet, and the task of feeding her daughter fell upon her again, so she quietly helped Huanhuan with her meal, picking out fish bones.

Mu Yichen, seeing that she wasn’t eating much herself, started to put food on her plate. Qin Mu, as if she didn’t see, focused solely on feeding Huanhuan.

”Let me toast to you first. It’s been such a long time since their wedding and they have never had a formal meal together. It’s our fault as the groom’s side, so this drink is to apologize to you,” Mu Zihao said, holding up his glass of white wine.

Qin Haiming held up his glass as well but laughed lightly: ”This has nothing to do with you. It’s my fault for being an incompetent father. If anything, I should be the one toasting to thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

”Since we are all family here, let’s just drink this one together,” Feng Fanghua proposed, lifting her glass.

Mu Yichen turned to Qin Mu: ”Mumu is taking herbal medicine recently and can’t drink alcohol, so I’ll drink in her stead.”

”I’ll drink water instead!”

After hearing this, Qin Mu picked up her water glass, still composed.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao were puzzled, and Qin Haiming was even more surprised. Since Qin Mu had returned, he had tried many times to have a meal with her, always to be refused. Now Qin Mu had surprisingly agreed to drink a toast with him using water instead of wine, how could his heart not feel it?

But Mu Yichen just smiled slightly and stood up, holding his glass out to perform the courteous toast.

Later, as the elders chatted, Qin Mu whispered, ”I’ll take Huanhuan for a bath first.”

”Oh, alright, go ahead!”

Feng Fanghua didn’t stop her, and Qin Mu then left with Huanhuan in her arms.

After she had left, Mu Yichen also exhaled in relief. That the dinner went by so peacefully was not an easy feat. She certainly struggled a great deal internally before barely convincing herself to attend.

”This child is really not like what I had imagined,” Qin Haiming murmured after she left.

”What do you think of her? Or do you just assume she’s as your wife has described?” Mu Yichen asked bluntly after Qin Mu had left.