His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu raised her chin slightly, smiling with what seemed like respect as she spoke to Qin Haiming.

”Hmm! I’m glad to hear you say that.”

Qin Haiming watched her, the joyful smile in his eyes revealing itself.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything more, just smiled faintly. It was the woman inside who walked out: ”My, Mumu really looks like her sister. No wonder your dad can’t let go of you.”

Zhang Rujia spoke with a chuckle as she walked over, then whispered to Qin Haiming, ”Since Mingzhu has gone out, let’s eat first, shall we?”

”Hmm!”

After the meal, Qin Mu returned home with Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen, sitting in the passenger seat, said to Qin Mu, who was driving, ”One would think you were pleading for Qin Mingzhu!”

”I plead for her?”

Qin Mu’s eyes were cool as she laughed in response.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but keep looking at her; the complex emotions in his dark eyes showed slightly.

He knew, Qin Mu had changed!

But then he could only look helplessly out of the car window.

The night was so beautiful, yet the human heart could be so cold.

Acting!

Qin Mu felt she had long been a master at it; it’s just that she, never wanting to be part of the play, had only now truly entered the role.

Qin Mingzhu, in the restroom, pointed at Qin Mu’s nose and told her not to think about entering the Qin Family. Qin Mu had no desire to enter the Qin Family, but she was interested in giving it a try if it meant fulfilling a certain goal.

After all, since those people couldn’t even tolerate a dead person.

Her heart was provoked to anger by those broken flowers, though on the surface, she remained as indifferent as always, without any apparent fluctuation.

As soon as the two of them returned home, Mu Yichen was called to the study by the old master, and Qin Mu was pulled into the bedroom by Mu Qingxin who whispered, ”Did you really have dinner at the Qin Family?”

Qin Mu saw her curiosity and didn’t hide it from her: ”Yes!”

”My goodness, my mom and grandpa were hoping you’d have a maternal family as backing, but why did you do it?”

Mu Qingxin asked her with fluttering long lashes, seemingly baffled by Qin Mu’s actions.

”I did it for the sake of having a maternal family as backing too.”

”But your mom is already dead! ——”

Mu Qingxin stopped abruptly and covered her mouth, her face turning pale with nervousness due to her slip of the tongue.

A pain as if a stinger had viciously pierced Qin Mu’s heart emerged, and it took a long time to be pulled out, the anguish deep-seated and unforgettable.

”She is dead, but I’m still alive. And since Qin Haiming is willing to give, why can’t I take?”

Mu Qingxin didn’t quite understand Qin Mu anymore; she stepped back, blinking her lashes unconsciously again, reminiscing that in her memory, Qin Mu was an innocent, silly girl, a naive girl living in her own world, not the calculating girl she saw now.

”Then, will you drive Qin Mingzhu out of the Qin Family, just like she and her mother did to you back then?”

Mu Qingxin asked again, curious.

”I won’t, but someone will.”

Qin Mu suddenly chuckled, took a step forward, and raised her hand to gently hold Mu Qingxin’s hand that was once again against her chest: ”Qingxin, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but now that I am in Rongcheng, this is what I must face.”

Qin Mu knew in her heart that Mu Qingxin hated and yet loved her.

Mu Qingxin suddenly found herself at a loss for words, just looking at Qin Mu with an expression that spoke volumes.

Qin Mu smiled faintly: ”I need to check on Huanhuan, shall we talk more tomorrow?”

”Hmm!”

Mu Qingxin nodded and murmured an agreement. After Qin Mu left, she stood at the door until Qin Mu entered Huanhuan’s room and closed the door. Only then did she turn around, leaning against the door without entering her room for a long time.

Mu Qingxin suddenly felt she might be too naive, although good at retorting, maybe still too naïve.

No wonder Jiang Yan didn’t dare to let her stay in that city, always worrying about her.

She couldn’t help but look toward that distant doorway again, wondering if Jiang Yan would worry less if she became more shrewd?

When Mu Yi came out from the grandfather’s place, he went back to his room and saw his sister standing there foolishly, he paused to ask, ”What’s wrong?”

”Brother, am I useless?”

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed slightly, his probing gaze on her.

”Am I too naïve? If I became as astute as Qin Mu, would Jiang Yan let me face dangers with him?”

Mu Qingxin asked sadly, her gaze stubborn and sorrowful.

”No man wants his woman to follow him into danger, no matter how shrewd she is.”

Mu Yichen raised his hand to gently grasp her shoulder, speaking to her softly.