His Beloved Treasure

She thought that perhaps it was because she hadn’t lived with a family for so many years that she found it so hard to adapt.

How could there be no friction, no quarrels, when a family lived together? But once it was past, it was past. Remembering the kindness Feng Fanghua had shown her, Qin Mu let it go and unconsciously let out a light laugh before getting up and going upstairs.

Her long hair was gathered up before she went to bed, and as she looked at her precious daughter lying there, her whole heart warmed from cold to hot, soon enveloped in a warm cocoon.

It seemed as if, after wasting half a lifetime, the warmest thing at last was right in front of her, in her arms!

But who knew about the future?

Just like how Mu Qingxin still hadn’t come home, would her daughter grow up to dislike her, even be unwilling to come home?

Qin Mu, thinking of the day they would have to part, couldn’t help but lean gently against Huanhuan’s shoulder, her heart full of reluctance.

In the quiet night, while the city was a spectacle of lights in every household, mother and daughter lay quietly together, asleep.

She thought that Mu Yichen wouldn’t stop her, so she gradually fell asleep.

And then she had a nightmare. In the dream, Mu Yichen had learned that she was going to Paris to accompany Jian Yan for his surgery, so he flew back, grabbed her as she was about to leave, and took her back to the room. He threw her onto the bed, ferociously threatened her, and said he wouldn’t allow her to step out of the room. She struggled, and Mu Yichen even tied her hands with his necktie, telling her, ”I won’t let you leave this door. You might as well give up on this heart that wants to accompany him.”

She trembled uncontrollably in her sleep, and when she woke up the next day, her hands and feet were icy cold.

In the morning, Xiaomei accompanied Jian Yan at the airport. Qin Mu was there to see them off, handing the luggage to Xiaomei and instructing, ”After I meet with clients today, I’ll immediately fly over with Huanhuan. Everything has been arranged at the hospital; you can just go straight to checking in.”

”If the Mu Family doesn’t agree, forget it! It’s not a big deal for me!”

Jian Yan’s countenance was still haggard. The sky outside was overcast and Qin Mu noticed his face was pallid and lusterless.

Unconsciously, she ended up looking at him a few more times. After a long while, she laughed and said, ”Why wouldn’t they agree? My mother-in-law even said that I should go with you today. If it wasn’t for this client who I had arranged to meet today, I really could have gone with you.”

She said to Jian Yan with a smile.

Xiaomei didn’t say much, knowing that Qin Mu was avoiding any appearance of impropriety by not leaving together.

Moreover, who knew how many people Jing Qing had watching Qin Mu? If Qin Mu left with Jian Yan now, nobody would know if Jing Qing would give any tracking information to the media.

”Then we’re going to go ahead; be careful driving back,” Jian Yan said after hearing the airport announcement, bidding her farewell.

Qin Mu nodded and stood there, watching them until they reached the security checkpoint.

To be honest, Qin Mu didn’t feel like going back at all; she just raised her hand and waved goodbye to them with a smile as Xiaomei and Jian Yan departed.

When she mustered up a smile, and after they had left, she could no longer maintain her cheerfulness.

She turned and walked towards the exit, thinking she was smiling, but feeling a chill on her face. When she touched her face, she realized it was tears. She looked at her wet fingertips in disbelief, then couldn’t help but laugh again.

She knew she was probably used to no one caring about her, and suddenly, being cared for was something she couldn’t get used to, so she drove back to the studio.

As soon as she entered the studio, she saw Yang Qianxi busily making coffee for everyone. Everyone was immersed in their work, with only her darting about.

Qin Mu suddenly thought of Xiaomei and continued walking with her head down.

”Good morning, Miss Qin!”

Yang Qianxi, holding a cup of coffee for a colleague, greeted her when she saw Qin Mu, who responded with a smile, ”Good morning!”

A gleam of shrewdness flashed in Yang Qianxi’s eyes. After delivering the coffee to her colleague, she immediately took a cup of rose petal-infused water upstairs.

”I heard you’re not drinking coffee now. I saw some rose petals in the small kitchen and made you a cup,” Yang Qianxi said as she gently placed the cup on Qin Mu’s desk. Qin Mu glanced at the water cup and then looked up at her, ”Find some time in the next couple of days to draw two sketches for me.”

Yang Qianxi was taken aback but nodded vigorously, ”Okay!”

”Don’t forget to find Wen Runuan’s assistant later,” Qin Mu reminded her again.

”Uh-huh, I’ve already contacted her assistant; I’ll go straight to the studio later,” Yang Qianxi replied.

Qin Mu nodded and didn’t say anything more.

Yang Qianxi watched her for a while, seeing that Qin Mu was about to start working, she unconsciously bit her lower lip.

Qin Mu felt her lingering and looked up again to see if she had something difficult to express.