His Beloved Treasure

Huanhuan happily sipped her juice and looked even more content as she watched her daddy sit down next to mommy, taking a big gulp with effort.

Qin Mu didn’t look at him but sharply noticed that the cup he was about to grab belonged to someone else and promptly pushed her own toward him, ”Use this one!”

Mu Yichen’s hand, which was about to touch the cup, retreated, and turning around, his bright, star-like eyes seemed to be in deep thought as he looked at her. Qin Mu, holding the wine bottle, filled his glass again.

”Thank you!”

He said lightly, lifting his glass first. Just as he was about to drink, he looked around at everyone seated: ”I’ll toast to everyone first. It’s my first time drinking with friends from your studio, and I also want to thank you for taking care of Qin Mu over the years.”

As soon as he said this, both male and female colleagues happily raised their glasses, and even Yang Qianxi, who hardly understood French, also lifted hers.

Qin Mu, however, did not move.

But it seemed she didn’t need to.

Mu Yichen downed his drink generously and immediately one of the men, thinking he was easy to talk to, filled his glass to the brim again.

Yang Qianxi, sitting on her other side, whispered, ”Won’t he get drunk if he continues to drink like this?”

Qin Mu thought, yes, won’t he get drunk?

Director Mu caused quite a stir when he was drunk.

But then she thought, this is AM; there’s nothing to worry about even if he gets drunk.

”No problem!”

So she said lightly and decided not to bother with him for the rest of the evening.

Huanhuan, seeing her dad drinking so well, was a bit worried and looked up at her mom. Qin Mu softly asked her, ”Do you want me to pour you another glass of juice?”

Huanhuan’s attention was immediately diverted, and she nodded vigorously, as if nothing was more enticing than juice.

Yang Qianxi immediately helped her with another cup of juice and also grabbed a wine glass for Qin Mu.

About a dozen people sat around a rectangular table, loaded with all sorts of food and drinks.

”Miss Qin, I’d like to toast to you as well. Thank you for taking me in despite our past,” Yang Qianxi stood up, sincerely lifting her glass toward her.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but give a faint smile: ”I just happened to need an assistant.”

Even though that was what she said, Yang Qianxi knew the specific reasons in her heart.

”Anyway, I must drink this one with you.”

Yang Qianxi said and drank from her glass first.

Mu Yichen glanced at Yang Qianxi and then wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulder: ”Wouldn’t it seem petty not to drink when such a cute girl is toasting?”

Mu Yichen whispered this into her ear, so no one else could hear it.

Qin Mu glanced at him from the corner of her eye and then smiled, lifting her eyebrow, ”Okay, I’ll drink!”

Seeing her finish a large glass, Yang Qianxi happily poured her another.

Qin Mu felt a bit of pressure seeing her glass filled up so quickly again.

”Now I want to toast to all of you. Actually, one glass isn’t enough. I’ll drink three, and it’s enough if the rest of you just drink one. Thank you for taking me in, whatever the initial reason was, I can feel your kindness toward me now,” Yang Qianxi said, and downed another big glass, stunning everyone a bit.

Then another, and another, three glasses later, her face was a bit red, and she giggled foolishly: ”Alright, I’m done. It’s your turn now!”

With her straightforwardness, nobody was pretentious, but the price of drinking so fast and fiercely was that, when drunk, one would be a complete mess.

So, later, while everyone was still chatting, Yang Qianxi had already slumped over the table, passed out.

Qin Mu turned her head to look at her and sighed helplessly.

Everyone was sharing various stories from their childhood Christmases, and Qin Mu unconsciously cradled her glass in her hand.

Huanhuan later fell asleep and was taken by the staff upstairs to rest, and the two of them just sat there.

Mu Yichen subconsciously watched the woman beside him and noticed a lost look in her eyes. Unconsciously, he lowered his gaze and sipped his drink, clutching the glass.

The party continued, and later Qin Mu realized she could no longer see the items on the table clearly, so she picked up her glass and took a big gulp of alcohol to stay calm.

They hadn’t spent this Christmas in their own country, so she was determined to stay until the end.

Actually, she had never felt lonely during Christmas since childhood, as Mu Yichen had always been with her.

She was just a bit nostalgic, missing the warmth of that family.

Even though it was only for a few short years.

That year, her mother had even bought a Christmas tree. Later, that tree stood in a corner of their home until the New Year. She had thought about hanging more lights, decorations, and food during the New Year, but before she could do anything, her mother had died.