His Beloved Treasure

Yang Qianxi watched Xiaomei take coffee to the back, feeling as if needles were pricking her heart.

Qin Mu simply lifted his gaze unintentionally and, having seen that scene, just buried his head back into his work.

Qin Mu knew in his heart that letting Yang Qianxi simply walk away like that would be inappropriate, so, how should he manage the aftermath?

These matters now didn’t permit time for careful consideration, because a car had quickly arrived from out of town and pulled up directly to the front of their studio.

Mu Yichen was standing by a first-floor window of the studio, smoking, when he noticed three women getting out of the pricey luxury car, his brows unconsciously narrowing slightly.

”Is this the place?” said one of the slender women, dressed in a black coat.

”This is it!”

Another woman emerged from the driver’s seat, clad in a deep blue coat, and walked towards the inside first.

The remaining woman also got out, carrying a bag, and followed the woman in front into the building.

Mu Yichen shifted slightly and, with a slight smile, greeted the approaching woman: President Fu!

”President Mu, long time no see!”

Fu Huan stepped forward; Mu Yichen stood behind the sofa without moving, and the woman named Fu Huan approached and shook his hand gently.

”Let me introduce you, these two are my friends, Yuan Xin, and this is Fei Yun.”

”It must be Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Gu, right?”

President Mu, with formal politeness, shook hands with them in turn.

Fei Yun, upon seeing her idol, couldn’t help but reveal her girlish shyness, even her black coat couldn’t conceal a hint of maturity.

Yuan Xin, on the other hand, was quite composed, smiling as a form of greeting.

”All the other guests have already checked into AM. The show is at 7:30 PM. Would the three of you like to go have some tea and wait?”

”Actually, I brought some items over. I thought Miss Qin might agree to use our company’s jewelry on the models?”

Mu Yichen’s keen gaze lifted slightly, then he smiled lightly: I’ll give her a call.

”Thank you!”

Fu Huan nodded, then everyone sat on the sofas to rest while Mu Yichen went to call Qin Mu.

Qin Mu, upon hearing this, naturally came back immediately. Originally, since they were showcasing fashion, they hadn’t required high-end jewelry, but if there were outstanding pieces available, that would be better than good.

Since it wasn’t their first meeting, Qin Mu immediately shook hands with them. Fei Yun, replacing Liu Ying as Fu Huan’s assistant on this occasion, took out the previously prepared photos of the jewelry from her bag to show.

Four women sat on the sofa discussing business, while Mu Yichen stood quietly behind Qin Mu, observing.

Fu Huan had dominated the jewelry scene in Rong City—her ambition impressed Mu Yichen, especially since her husband was among the few men he respected. Fu Huan’s formidable ambition in a woman made him find the power couple somewhat intimidating.

”The items are all in the car; if you agree, we can join your work right now.”

”Alright, if the jewelry gets damaged or something else happens during use, I will compensate at the market price.”

Qin Mu thought it was necessary to clarify this matter up front.

”This is your studio’s remuneration.”

Fu Huan said with a smile.

Qin Mu, taken aback by her powerful presence, couldn’t help but chuckle to herself: Do these tycoons really not treat objects as money?

Since they didn’t want to overshadow the fashion with the jewelry, they had opted for more refined pieces this time, but none was cheap. Qin Mu felt a myriad of emotions but still nodded. After all, saying too much would just be too pretentious.

That evening, the fashionistas from Rongcheng, guests from other cities, and even some foreign friends and acquaintances all came to attend the show.

The seats below the stage were all neatly arranged and marked with the names of these fashion-forward individuals, so everyone could take their designated seats when the time came.

Fu Huan, Yuan Xin, and Fei Yun were helping out inside all along. As the main designer, Qin Mu, along with Xiaomei who was also there, watched the three work in harmony. Xiaomei felt a bit of a heartache and involuntarily asked, ”You guys must be best friends with such good rapport, right?”

”That’s true, but the main thing is, the two of us used to be her assistants.”

Fei Yun laughed. Reflecting on her role change, she was impressed with herself.

Xiaomei was taken aback, subconsciously looking at Qin Mu, as if she felt guilty for not having the same rapport with her.

”Wasn’t it you who insisted on sticking around at my company? Still, have the nerve to say you were my assistant, when you hardly showed up for a few days a month—do I not know about it or does Sister Xin not know?”