His Beloved Treasure

It wasn’t until mealtime that Qin Mu finally put down her pen, and as her long fingers moved, she suddenly felt a bit of a twist in her hand. Mu Yichen watched her, put down his chopsticks, and reached out to touch her hand, helping her to massage it.

Huanhuan sat opposite them, watching as Mu Yichen massaged Qin Mu’s fingers.

Qin Mu looked up and saw her daughter’s big eyes fixed on her hand, then commanded, ”Huanhuan, eat your food!”

Huanhuan glanced at her mother, appearing to be disinterested in listening, and continued to stare at her hand as it was being massaged by her father’s hand.

Qin Mu felt awkward under her daughter’s gaze and wanted to pull her hand away from Mu Yichen’s, but she just couldn’t manage it.

Mu Yichen massaged her for a good while and kneaded her fingers before finally letting go.

The rest of the meal passed in relative silence, and Mu Yichen didn’t bring up Feng Fanghua’s matter; it seemed as if the issue had been left behind.

Many issues remained unresolved—what was right or wrong, or how long one could tolerate, nobody knew.

Later, Qin Mu, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, continued to draw, and Huanhuan climbed up onto the sofa and suddenly pulled at her sleeve.

Qin Mu, curious, lowered her gaze to the little girl beside her who had taken her hand, then clutched and gently pinched it. At that moment, Qin Mu’s heart softened suddenly, as if there was no greater bliss in the world than this.

While pinching Qin Mu’s hand, Huanhuan still looked at her mother, biting her little lips, those glistening eyes seeming to ask if Qin Mu felt really comfortable.

How could it not be comfortable? Qin Mu smiled at her as an answer, and Huanhuan’s face immediately lit up with a smile.

Qin Mu saw in Huanhuan’s eyes as if to ask, ”Mom, am I better at massaging or is dad?”

”Our Huanhuan is the best, you can even give mom massages now, right?”

Qin Mu pinched her little cheek as she spoke.

Huanhuan smiled proudly, still quite composed, then let go of her hand and walked away, with an expression that suggested she had received her praise and was now free to ignore everything else.

Qin Mu...

Could only acknowledge the fact that her daughter must have been tired from the brief massage.

Later, as Mu Yichen sat on the sofa, Huanhuan climbed onto his lap and he watched a cartoon with her for a while until she fell asleep.

Mu Yichen, while holding Huanhuan, looked anxiously at his wife, thinking he probably needed to nourish this woman soon or else she would collapse from exhaustion.

And they would also have to reduce their bedroom activities, or else she wouldn’t be able to handle it physically; as he thought about this, his mind also wandered to the compensation he would need after the New Year.

That night she was reluctant to put down her drawing board, intending to continue working in bed, but Mu Yichen simply took it away, pressed himself on top of her, and looked at her with his dark eyes: ”Do you still remember the compensation you said you’d give me in the hospital?”

”Hmm? What are you talking about?”

I don’t understand a single word.

That was the message conveyed by Qin Mu’s eyes as she lay beneath him; she didn’t understand a single word.

Mu Yichen, frustrated, lowered his head to nip her: ”Remember now?”

”If I don’t finish this drawing, the work will pile up onto tomorrow, then day after day, after a while I’ll be insanely busy.” ”You’re already so busy that you don’t even recognize your own husband!” Mu Yichen reminded her sadly.

”Wasn’t it because you made me stay home with you all day yesterday?”

”So this is how you plan to appease me tonight?”

His low voice asked her, and after asking, he gently nibbled on the side of her chin and then kissed the edge of her ear. Qin Mu trembled slightly from the kisses: ”Mu Yichen...”

”Say husband!”

”Mhm, husband!”

”Say you’ll compensate me, hmm?”

His husky voice continued as he licked behind her ear, coaxing and bewitching her.

But but...

”How do you want it?”

She asked him, distressed, now stirred up by him, only wanting him to hurry up and proceed.

He whispered in her ear, his devilishly alluring eyes gazing at a certain spot, the flame in his eyes suddenly blazing.

The next morning, after going to the studio, Qin Mu first went to her office, intending to drop off her things and then go downstairs for the meeting, but she didn’t expect to receive a white invitation on her desk.

It was a very exquisite invitation, the location stated as AM.