His Beloved Treasure

She gently patted his face twice and then rolled out of bed to check on her daughter in the next room.

Afterward, the spacious guest room fell into deep silence, as the night grew ever darker.

The whole hotel was infinitely quieter than during the day, with the staff beginning to discreetly change shifts.

The large Christmas tree outside the hotel was adorned with twinkling lights that continued to flicker in the hushed darkness.

The city seemed to gain an extra layer of fairy tale charm from the Christmas trees inside and outside the various stores.

Later on, Qin Mu held Huanhuan closer as they slept sounder, while the man in the other room suffered from a terrible headache in his sleep, clenching his forehead in pain.

Subconsciously, he reached for the other side of the bed, as if accustomed to searching for that body in the middle of the night.

But it wasn’t there.

At that moment, he opened his eyes groggily, despite a splitting headache.

He got up in shock, then searched the entire room without finding a trace of her, only to remember they were in a hotel, in their familiar guest room, but where was she?

Had she left him alone here to walk out on her own?

Or had she drunk too much last night and nobody took care of her? Was she still in the private room?

He couldn’t recall at once, just sat up in a daze, hands bracing heavily on the bed edge, head down as he tried hard to remember everything that had happened last night.

It was only when he checked his watch, which showed four in the morning, that he managed to stand up again with support.

Barely on his feet, he felt it was a struggle to walk and search for her, and as he finally reached the doorway, he subconsciously touched the pocket of his pants and then...

He looked down to see he was wearing only a pair of shorts.

Mr. Mu suddenly came fully awake, his mind startlingly clear.

Headache?

What the hell was a headache?

All he wanted to know was which damned person had undressed him.

Once he found his phone and slipped into a robe, he left the bedroom while calling Qin Mu, only to realize the ringing was coming from the living room. He immediately turned off the phone and entered the other room.

Sure enough, she and their daughter were both sleeping soundly on the bed.

Mu Yichen suddenly felt relieved; his own thoughts had nearly scared him to death just a moment ago.

Leaning despondently against the door frame, he watched the mother and daughter lying asleep inside for a long time without entering, nor leaving.

He couldn’t bear to consider if he had done something to betray her, whether he would ever have the face to see her again in this lifetime, or have the audacity to bicker with her, to fall out with her as frankly as before, or to arrogantly throw tantrums at her over every big and small matter.

”Qin Mu, you little vexing fairy!”

He muttered, chuckling sarcastically.

When Qin Mu woke up, she felt the bed was very crowded.

And there he was!

Qin Mu instantly turned her head back, her long lashes fluttering as she tried hard to think.

She confirmed she was in her daughter’s room, assured herself she hadn’t thrown herself into his arms, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

”My head hurts a bit, do you have any medicine?”

His husky voice asked her, his arms still encircling her.

Qin Mu held her breath until she clearly heard what he said, ensuring he wasn’t fully awake yet.

”I’ll go look for it!”

Her eyes widened, sparkling as she stealthily removed his hand from her and sat up.

But before she could leave, she was suddenly caught again and pulled back.

”What kind of mischief did you get up to last night while I was drunk?”

Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat in fright, ”No, I didn’t do anything. I just brought you up here.”

What does it feel like to lie without a conscience?

At this moment, Qin Mu didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty; she just wanted to get through the charade.

”You just brought me up here?”

Mu Yichen’s brow furrowed slightly, his narrowed eyes seeing through everything.

Qin Mu’s heart involuntarily trembled again: Ha ha, Mr. Mu, are you trying to play some psychological game with me? I give up!

She actually laughed, the first heartless laugh in days, even though it was from fright.

Frankly, he had planned on drinking a couple more glasses last night and not being responsible, but her studio colleagues really thought he was giving face, and since he was preoccupied, he wasn’t cautious, and accidentally...

When he woke up, it was already four in the morning.

He didn’t want to carry her back to the room; he just wanted to sleep next to her and their beloved daughter.

He dared not think if it weren’t for Huanhuan, whether she would still be with him so obediently.

If it wasn’t for Huanhuan, she might not have become who she was now, she probably wouldn’t have returned to the country, even if Qin Haiming truly intended to move her mother’s grave out of the Qin Family cemetery.