His Beloved Treasure

During this time, she had really held back her temper time and time again because of Feng Fanghua and the Mu Family. She kept all the kindness shown by Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao towards her in her heart. However, she truly couldn’t accept this way of interacting, this mode of communication.

Even if the Mandarin of these foreign colleagues wasn’t up to par, after all this time spent here, they had come to understand these simple words. They were all looking at Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua with disapproving eyes.

”Mom, it’s okay for you to take Huanhuan home. I’ll call her dad to pick her up later, but you really can’t say things like what you just said,” Qin Mu said.

”You think I’m eager to waste my breath on you?” said Feng Fanghua coldly, then walked away with the child in her arms.

”Mommy!”

Huanhuan suddenly burst into tears.

Qin Mu had just raised her hand to her forehead, worrying. Hearing her daughter’s cry, her heart broke immediately, and tears instantly welled in her eyes, sparkling.

”Mommy, Huanhuan wants to stay with Mommy! Mommy...”

Qin Mu had no choice but to turn around and walk over. Feng Fanghua was also anxious seeing her granddaughter crying: Huanhuan, grandma will take you home to eat delicious food, and there are lots of toys.

”I want Mommy, Huanhuan wants Mommy!”

Huanhuan suddenly cried like a little girl caught in the rain, with large tears rolling down her face.

Qin Mu stepped forward and, regardless of whether Feng Fanghua was pleased or not, directly snatched Huanhuan from Feng Fanghua’s arms. ”Mom, since Huanhuan wants to be with me, then you can come and take her another day.”

Qin Mu, holding back her tears and patiently talking to her, held Huanhuan and gently patted her back, hoping she would stop crying.

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but choke up as well, feeling cold inside as she saw her granddaughter as if frightened by her, as though a knife was being dragged across her own flesh.

”Remember, don’t let strange men hold her again, and don’t let her eat junk food any more,” Feng Fanghua said before leaving, not forgetting to instruct her.

”Okay!”

Qin Mu subconsciously agreed, and after Feng Fanghua left, she watched the door move, watched Feng Fanghua and the maid get into the car, then turned her head to look at her daughter.

”Mommy, Huanhuan wants to always be with you.”

Huanhuan murmured grievously, tears still running down her cheeks.

”Of course, we will always be together. Mommy and Huanhuan will never be apart,” Qin Mu responded softly, comforting her, gently stroking her head, kissing her forehead, her cheeks.

It took a while for Huanhuan to calm down, but the lunch they had was not very cheerful.

As if they were misunderstood?

Especially the young male colleague who had just held Huanhuan, who was already thin-skinned due to his youth, felt his pride hurt after hearing Feng Fanghua’s words, and ate his meal with his head down, barely touching his chopsticks.

Qin Mu guessed that he might be the one who had held Huanhuan and was even more troubled.

Ever since she returned from Paris, Feng Fanghua had changed, as if she became annoyed at the mere sight of her.

Everyone was talking about the sensational news concerning her, Jian Yan, Mu Yichen, and Jing Qing’s abnormal romantic relationships, but Feng Fanghua also was supposed to be someone in the know.

Feng Fanghua originally visited the studio a few times, always giving off a particularly aloof impression, and now it seemed impossible for everyone to only think of her as simply cold.

That afternoon, when Wen Runuan came to find her, she noticed something was off with Qin Mu’s mood. But Wen Runuan, who was always the best at conversation, didn’t just casually ask her about it but said lightly with a smile, ”Did you know there’s a male star pursuing Jing Qing lately?”

Only the two of them were in the office. Qin Mu was hunched over, furiously sketching. She just gave a faint smile when she heard that, but her hands kept moving.

Wen Runuan stood in front of the mannequin in her office, touching the fabric on its body, ”I heard he’s also from a second-generation wealth and has a good family background, and it seems he’s acting under the direction of her father.”

Only then did Qin Mu react, lifting her gaze from the paper on her desk to look at Wen Runuan.

Wen Runuan was still smiling lightly, only saying, ”Interested now?”

”Is his surname Yang?” Qin Mu asked, a glint of light in her eyes.

”How did you know? Have you seen him?” Wen Runuan asked curiously.

”Yes, I have seen him!” Qin Mu laughed softly to herself, her laughter implying that everything made sense now.

This man had come for Jing Qing, and thinking back to his arrogance, as if he couldn’t care less about anyone else, Qin Mu found him to be quite the extraordinary young master.

”But he looks to be only about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.”