His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu’s eyes were sharp, dark, and bright. Every time Jian Yan could not help but take an extra look or two, and this time was no different. Even though she had spoken so heartlessly, he still couldn’t help but smile.

”You called President Mu, right?”

He asked.

”I did, through the phone. Master, you won’t be upset that I told him about your illness, will you?”

Qin Mu suddenly dropped his earlier mischief.

”Of course not! Since you call me master, how could a master be unaware of the difficulties his disciple faces in her marital home? It’s just that this might have caused President Mu a little trouble—, but since you are my disciple and he is your husband, it’s not too much for him to do something for me, right?”

Jian Yan took another sip of his porridge, his ink-dark eyes lingering on the bowl on the table as he thought for a while before asking her again.

”Of course!”

Qin Mu immediately agreed.

Jian Yan did not speak further. He had a lot on his mind, but he was not someone given to expressing himself, especially not with his most beloved disciple.

”Master, I will fly over during your surgery, I’ll bring Huanhuan with me.”

Qin Mu saw the coldness and sorrow he was trying hard to conceal on his face—those were born of loneliness, perhaps because she had experienced despair and loneliness herself, she especially wanted to be there for Jian Yan at this time.

Jian Yan didn’t say anything, but just smiled and finished his porridge.

Qin Mu then said no more, and the hospital room fell quiet for a moment.

These past few days, he had changed into the hospital’s patient robe, which made him look much paler, but also gave him a very serene look.

In fact, he has always been a serene person.

But the quiet in the room didn’t last long.

Xiaomei had ordered takeout and brought it over.

She flinched, however, when she pushed the door open and saw Qin Mu cleaning up the small dining table. Hearing Xiaomei’s entrance, Qin Mu instinctively turned her head and caught Xiaomei standing there, dazed.

”What are you spacing out for?”

Qin Mu asked curiously. After she had finished speaking, she looked down and saw the takeout in Xiaomei’s hand, then unconsciously turned to look at Xiaomei, who smiled awkwardly: It seemed the boss had already eaten.

”I haven’t eaten yet. Have you?”

Qin Mu put away the small dining table and placed the food warmer to one side before turning to ask her.

”No!”

Xiaomei struggled to shake her head, her eyes a bit unfocused.

”Then you two go eat over there!”

Jian Yan pointed to the sofa across the room. He didn’t look at anyone, simply wiped his hands with a tissue, then took out his cellphone and leaned back, browsing his phone.

Xiaomei took the takeout to eat with Qin Mu, although she couldn’t hide her feeling of loss.

”Don’t be sad, I won’t send it tomorrow!”

Qin Mu tilted her head slightly and whispered to Xiaomei before they started eating.

Xiaomei’s eyes moistened. She didn’t look at Qin Mu but murmured softly, ”Don’t, the takeout can’t be as nutritious as what you guys make at home.”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but look at her, and Xiaomei was already bowing her head, eating.

Jian Yan also glanced up at the two girls eating before lowering his gaze again. As for their murmured conversation, he heard it, yet he didn’t.

During the day, Xiaomei stayed at the hospital to take care of Jian Yan, while Qin Mu returned to the studio.

This time, two designers from their studio participated in the design competition. After Qin Mu returned, they took their certificates to her office—one was second place, the other fourth place. Their rankings were very good, and naturally, she was also very pleased. She looked up at them and congratulated them gravely, ”Let me first congratulate you both on your awards. How about I host a celebration dinner at AM tonight in your honor, on me?”

”Maybe we shouldn’t. Jian Yan isn’t well, and we’re not in the mood to celebrate. We plan to visit him in the hospital together after work this afternoon.”

Although spoken in French, there was no barrier in their communication.

The girl from Paris said this earnestly—they all loved Jian Yan, as he had led them to their present position. Even though they weren’t officially his disciples, they had all benefited from his guidance.

After hearing this, Qin Mu lowered her gaze and thought for two seconds, ”Alright! We’ll go together after work!”

She thought Jian Yan might not like such sentimental scenes, but they couldn’t just ignore everyone’s good intentions.

However, the standout in the competition was not someone who had ranked, but the first-place designer who was a plagiarizer.

When the plagiarized design appeared beside the original on the screen during the judging, all the designers in attendance were shocked; and the media, already inured to such incidents, was there to sensationalize and report, so it didn’t take long for the scandal to be exposed. Moreover, the media exposed everything about this newly returned designer.