His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen quickly came to terms with the situation, but he wondered whether Mrs. Feng could accept it as easily as he had.

This girl had suddenly run off and then had a child with another man, and this man was so dangerous, with an uncertain future.

When they arrived at the studio and the car stopped, Mu Yichen got out and subconsciously opened the door behind him. The girl, shorter than him, now seemed even smaller in flat shoes as she stepped out weakly and called out, ”Brother!”

Even her voice wasn’t clear.

”Hmm!”

Mu Yichen managed to utter with great effort, his expression grave.

Jiang Yan grew even more nervous watching the siblings together. Having heard from Mu Qingxin that Feng Fanghua was extremely difficult to deal with, and since he had not yet fully taken over the Jiang Family’s assets, he really didn’t know whether Feng Fanghua would think highly of him.

”Let’s go inside first!”

Mu Yichen said, glancing at Jiang Yan, who immediately came over from the other side, clinging to Mu Qingxin.

”Take good care of her!”

Mu Yichen said, and Jiang Yan agreed. After Mu Yichen gave him the password, he let them go in first while he stayed outside to call Mu Zihao.

After all, a fashion show was not a good place to recognize relatives, especially under such unusual circumstances.

Mu Zihao, on site, took the call and immediately conveyed a message to Feng Fanghua in a low voice.

Feng Fanghua looked at him in disbelief, her wrinkled eyes unusually red, and her eyes shimmering with tears.

Then she took Huanhuan’s hand and they hurried outside together.

Jing Qing, who was talking to someone in a corner, dropped her gaze curiously when she saw that scene and said in a low voice to Qin Mingzhu, who had been following her, ”Let’s go and have a look.”

Qin Mingzhu glanced at the door, recognized those two silhouettes, and immediately followed them out.

In the lobby of the studio, the reception area, a family of four finally reunited.

Feng Fanghua came rushing in, even tripping over herself in haste, finally seeing her daughter whom she had missed day and night.

Mu Qingxin was somewhat afraid of her mother, so when she saw Feng Fanghua coming so hurriedly and emotionally, she nervously held her belly and slowly stood up.

”Mom, Dad!”

Mu Qingxin called out softly, feeling a wave of sadness for not having seen Mu Zihao in such a long time.

Mu Zihao didn’t speak but was shocked to see the large belly of his daughter, and then the man who stood up with her, his hand resting on his trouser seam trembling slightly as he subconsciously gripped it.

However, Feng Fanghua was trembling as she slowly walked forward.

Huanhuan didn’t know what had happened, just curiously watching her aunt’s belly.

Jiang Yan, seeing Feng Fanghua, was very respectful this time, formally greeting her, ”Hello!”

Feng Fanghua looked at him coldly, wondering if this was the man who had just saved her granddaughter?

She turned angrily towards her daughter. What could she say now? Looking at Mu Qingxin’s belly, she couldn’t utter half a word.

To Feng Fanghua, Mu Qingxin’s belly seemed at least eight months along. During the years Mu Qingxin had been away without returning, Feng Fanghua had always assumed her daughter might have been drawn to the outside world’s splendor, never expecting her to have actually fallen for a man from outside.

Feng Fanghua was shivering with anger yet couldn’t vocalize a word.

”Mom!”

Mu Qingxin called out to her again, took her hand, and was on the verge of tears. She hoped for Feng Fanghua’s forgiveness but didn’t know how to begin.

”Don’t call me Mom!”

Feng Fanghua’s voice trembled with anger and weakness, tears spilling out as she spoke. She tried to suppress them, not wanting to lose face in front of that outsider in her heart, her gaze filled with anger and disappointment at her daughter.

”Mom, I was wrong!”

Mu Qingxin, who was more like Mu Zihao in temperament, soft and mild, was pained and worried seeing Feng Fanghua so upset, plaintively trying to appeal to her with a sorrowful plea.

”I really was wrong, I will never leave for so long again.”

Mu Qingxin, holding Feng Fanghua’s hand, began to cry as she spoke.

Upon hearing his daughter’s cries, Mu Zihao felt pained, and so did Jiang Yan, though he dared not say a word at this moment.

”It’s my fault, I didn’t have the ability to keep you with us, not as much as a man you hadn’t known for long. He says stay and you stay, never coming back—it’s my fault.”

As Feng Fanghua spoke, her tears flowed freely.

Mu Yichen didn’t know what to say. He knew how much resentment Feng Fanghua had bottled up inside, and the way Mu Qingxin had returned was too extraordinary.