His Beloved Treasure

”I don’t want to hold you tonight!”

He turned his back to her, rejecting her mercilessly.

Qin Mu felt as if a cold breeze had swept through her heart and lungs, annoyed, she also turned away.

The two of them thus fell asleep back to back in the deep of the night.

——

Huanhuan followed them home and seemed to be far from bored; she spent her days accompanying her dad to the office, and sometimes when her dad was in meetings, she would play with the secretary auntie.

Qin Mu sensed that Mr. Mu seemed preoccupied with something, but couldn’t figure out what had suddenly upset him.

As the first person to arrive at the studio that day, she also welcomed her first client.

It seemed like a lot of people were getting married this year, but she had not expected the first client to be President Liu, Liu Jingyuan.

It had been a long time since they last met, not since his engagement.

Liu Jingyuan came to her again, this time for the design of a wedding dress.

Qin Mu personally made coffee for him; her brewing skills were quite good.

Liu Jingyuan held the coffee without drinking, simply cradling it in his hands, inhaling the aroma, caressing the rim of the cup, feeling its warmth, which was somewhat different from this spring.

”When is the wedding set?”

”Next month, on the eighth!”

Liu Jingyuan responded, his voice very gentle.

Qin Mu nodded, ”Then I’ll need to hurry up.”

She knew it would be busy after the New Year, and luckily, she had been working hard on the dresses for Mu Qingxin and Jiang Yan; otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough time.

”If it’s too much, just handle the design part.”

”Alright! I’ll definitely do my best to satisfy you,”

Qin Mu pondered and then replied, always feeling that chatting like this was somewhat strange.

Liu Jingyuan didn’t say anything further upon hearing her words, just staring quietly at her.

It was like the lyrics of a song—not being able to express oneself properly, so in the end, they could only communicate through their eyes.

Qin Mu became even more uneasy under his gaze, not remembering to ask him to drink his coffee until she was about to take a sip herself.

”Mm!”

He agreed but did not drink, still holding it in the palm of his hand.

Qin Mu, with her head lowered, sipped the coffee she had made. For some reason, she felt it had gone a bit cold and the flavor wasn’t as good as when it was hot.

When she looked up again, she saw he still hadn’t drunk her coffee and let out an involuntary sigh, ”It must be because I made it badly.”

”No! It’s fragrant,”

he murmured softly.

He no longer dared to confess his feelings to her, nor could he confess to her again.

He didn’t dare because Qin Mu disliked his confessions, and he couldn’t because he was about to marry another girl.

Being able to sit with her like this now was already more than enough for him.

When this awkward interaction finally came to an end, it was past ten. Before, he would have invited her to lunch, but this time, he just lowered his head and left, asking her to stay where she was.

Qin Mu stood at the door watching him leave, then stood silently for a few seconds more. Afterward, she smiled gently and turned back to the reception area.

Perhaps because her colleagues hadn’t returned yet, she didn’t go upstairs. To be ready to receive clients, she chose to work in the reception area on the first floor.

She spread out a blanket there, then lay on the coffee table to draw.

Mm!

She put on the big glasses Xiaomei had helped her pick out, and everything in front of her became crystal clear.

At noon, as per her usual routine, she simply ordered takeaway, then ate while drawing. Her long hair fell in slight disarray over her chest as she bit on her chopsticks, frowning at the drawing in front of her.

Then she sent the drawing to Jian Yan for review.

A few minutes later, Jian Yan sent back the revised drawing.

Qin Mu had just finished her lunch, then immediately started modifying her own drawing after looking at the one her master had sent.

At noon, Mu Yichen and Huanhuan had lunch at AM, along with Qiao Yi, Jiang Zhiyuan, Jing Feng, and Zhao Huai.

However, such gatherings had never included family members before, especially not an attendee as young as Huanhuan.

Mu Yichen looked at the little one in the baby chair beside him, then turned his gaze back to everyone else, his expression turning from warm to cold, ”Don’t scare her.”

”Brother, it’s not us scaring her, it’s her scaring us! What’s going on? Why do you bring a little one to a brothers’ lunch? How can we enjoy ourselves like this?”

Jiang Zhiyuan was the first to protest, that little child who looked like a Western doll made him hesitant to open his mouth and drink freely.

”From now on, Huanhuan will be with me and Qin Mu, so don’t expect to see me alone when you dine with me in the future,”

Mu Yichen replied indifferently, leaving everyone utterly despondent.