His Beloved Treasure

”Didn’t I ask you to come and make your mom happy? Are you making her happy or angry?”

Mu Zihao questioned him.

Mu Yichen...

Afterward, Mu Yichen had dinner with Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, though he didn’t eat much.

Later, when Feng Fanghua coaxed Huanhuan to sleep, Mu Yichen chatted with Mu Zihao for a bit before standing up and leaving.

When Feng Fanghua came downstairs again, she felt a sense of emptiness seeing her son no longer at home.

Mu Zihao whispered, ”He’s gone to keep his wife company at work.”

Feng Fanghua snorted coldly. ”That boy is the very definition of forgetting his mother for his wife.”

Mu Zihao poured her a cup of flower tea. ”His wife is telling him to be filial to you, isn’t that the same thing?”

”How is that the same? It’s far from it!”

Feng Fanghua complained, though she understood the reasoning in her heart.

She thought about how busy Qin Mu had been these past few days, even being dragged to the airport for nothing, and she did feel a bit remorseful.

But most of the time, she let those things fade with the passing time and chose to forget them.

”Tomorrow is your daughter-in-law’s show. Let’s take Huanhuan and go watch it together.”

”Are you sure?”

Feng Fanghua looked uncertainly at Mu Zihao.

”Why? You’d better not tell me you’re not interested.”

Mu Zihao looked at her, his eyes filled with indulgence.

”Are you planning to see those pretty girls again? Is that why you’re suggesting we go watch with me?”

Feng Fanghua eyed him and retorted.

Mu Zihao was stunned for two seconds before he burst out laughing. ”Your granddaughter is that big, and you’re still jealous?”

”I’ll be jealous for a lifetime.”

Feng Fanghua muttered.

Mu Zihao wrapped his arm around her shoulder. ”Silly, have I ever cared for anyone else in my life?”

Feng Fanghua looked at him and didn’t say another word. She then lowered her brows, thought about the words Mu Yichen had said, the scene where Qin Mu was so accommodating to her, and the show tomorrow night.

Mu Zihao gently held her, wishing she wouldn’t always be so petty with Qin Mu. Instead, he hoped she’d be as tolerant of Mu Yi as she was with her daughter, to be more forgiving toward Qin Mu, because Mu Zihao knew in his heart that their son had set his mind on that person, and if they were to accept him, they should do so wholeheartedly. Otherwise, life is too hard to endure with such a long string of grievances.

Because they were all busy at the studio, nobody noticed that President Mu had already arrived.

Qin Mu insisted on holding the show in her studio. He knew what she was thinking and let her be.

Even though the venue was different, it suddenly felt like a year ago. Her manner of working hadn’t changed at all; she was serious and earnest from beginning to end.

Later, it was Yang Qianxi, who was running around, who first spotted him. He was leaning against the doorway, smoking, and had not gone inside.

Yang Qianxi peeked inside. Seeing Qin Mu was still busy, she went over to greet him on her behalf, ”President Mu!”

Mu Yichen turned his head slightly, the moonlight catching his long eyelashes, though he wasn’t looking at the person inside.

”Miss Qin is busy working inside, would you like to come in and sit down?”

Yang Qianxi looked at him with nervous and admiring eyes of a young girl.

Mu Yichen didn’t speak to her but simply dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushed it out, and then walked in with his hands in his pockets.

Yang Qianxi turned and watched him walk inside, feeling a touch of coldness in her heart, but she didn’t complain. She just turned and followed behind him.

”Miss Qin, President Mu is here.”

After Mu Yichen walked over, he sat down on a simple chair to the side, not intending to disturb her until Yang Qianxi went over to convey the message to him.

In her voice, there seemed to be an unknowing joy and excitement.

Qin Mu was pinching a piece of fabric on the model’s body, her lips holding a very thin needle. Hearing the voice, she instinctively turned her head to glance behind her. It was just a moment’s stupor, her heart warmed, but she quickly took the needle from her mouth and asked faintly, ”Didn’t I tell you to go to the old house?”

”Yeah! You do your work, don’t mind me.”

Mu Yichen said with a shallow smile to her.

Yang Qianxi stood by, feeling awkward for a moment. After thinking it over, she lowered her head and ran off again.

Mu Yichen kept watching Qin Mu, and of course, Qin Mu understood the look in his eyes. She sighed helplessly and then continued to work.

Outside, the silver crescent moon hung high, brightening the night sky, as if heralding that the next day would be good weather.

Now, fashion moguls from out of town had already arrived at AM, and Qin Mu’s show was poised for launch, bound to make an impact.

It was quiet outside while the studio was lit up, and a petite figure was bustling in the kitchen with what she believed was the most important matter.

Mu Yichen eventually couldn’t resist and lit a cigarette. A few smoking colleagues, drawn by the smell, glanced at him. Mu Yichen knew they probably wanted a smoke too, so he distributed his cigarettes among them.

”Everything here is flammable, be careful.”

Qin Mu couldn’t say much more, since it was Jian Yan who had started the habit of smoking to manage stress when tired.

Jian Yan would light a cigarette whenever, wherever he was troubled, so his protégés followed suit.

A female colleague from Paris, particularly uninhibited, had torn her collar a bit too large. She smoked her cigarette while commanding the model to turn for her inspection, looking every part the boss lady.

”President Mu, would you like a cup of milk tea to warm up?”

A few minutes later, a faintly sweet voice suddenly arose from behind him. Curious, Qin Mu turned her head. Yang Qianxi was standing by Mu Yichen, holding a cup of milk tea, waiting for him to take it.

The people who heard this all looked puzzled, but Yang Qianxi just stood there with a gentle smile, innocent and well-meaning.