His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen glanced over, and he saw her lying by the door looking at him, her eyes full of sincerity.

”Fell asleep at grandma’s house!”

”You went to your parents’ place!”

He replied to her indifferently, but Qin Mu finally understood where he had been.

Mu Yichen gave her another look, then heated the milk and brought it out to her, ”Drink the milk!”

Cradling the milk, Qin Mu followed him and asked, ”Did you go to eat dinner at your parents’ place today? What did you tell them about me? Said I was working overtime at the studio?”

”I don’t need to lie!”

He turned his head, his cold gaze falling on the woman who was so taut in front of him due to nearly bumping into him, and said plainly.

Qin Mu nearly collided with him because of his sudden turn, her whole person stunned, with just a hint of alarm in her eyes.

”Oh!”

Ultimately, she wanted to quietly move her gaze away, sneakily walking past the side of his shoulder.

She might as well act as if she hadn’t seen him or felt his irritation.

Helian Hao told her not to take things too seriously, but Qin Mu felt that it wasn’t her who was being too serious—it was him!

Suddenly, Mu Yichen lowered his head, and when he wanted to get angry, he saw the ring on his own hand, then turned again to look for her.

Qin Mu was standing by the sofa drinking milk, staring at the television. The milk was just the right temperature, so she wanted to drink it all before it cooled off.

When Mu Yichen walked over, she suddenly felt a bit wronged, and turned to ask him with furrowed brows, ”Where’s my suitcase?”

Her voice was raspy, very low.

Mu Yichen glanced at her, ”Are you leaving?”

”Why would I leave? Those two suitcases were expensive!”

She lowered her gaze, recalling the effort she’d put into getting those two suitcases!

That’s right, inside them were autographs from a famous Paris singer.

”Thrown away!”

He declared.

Qin Mu’s drooping eyelids suddenly lifted as her gaze shot back at him, this time slightly more cutting.

However, he massaged his brow and walked over to sit on the sofa: ”If you urgently need one, use mine for now.”

Qin Mu...

She set the empty milk cup on the coffee table and defiantly walked straight toward the staircase, wondering why she was still wasting time with him.

She might as well go to sleep.

”Why didn’t you discuss the loan with me?”

He suddenly asked, just as she stepped onto the first stair.

Qin Mu turned to look at him, surprised that he knew.

”What? You didn’t expect me to know?”

His cool gaze questioned her.

Qin Mu walked back, ”How did you find out?”

”Did you think I’d have someone spy on you? In Rongcheng, some things will reach my ears without my intervention, especially when it comes to you!”

His words struck Qin Mu as callous, but she had to admit it.

In Rongcheng, there were already so many people monitoring his affairs.

She was honored, in a way, to be under scrutiny because of him.

She then sat back down on the sofa, diagonally opposite him, in the single seat he had just vacated.

”I bought a shop on Central Street. At the time, I didn’t have enough money, so I applied for a loan. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want your help, otherwise...”

”Otherwise, the efforts you made last year would have been wasted because of me? The help I offer is different from the help others give you, isn’t it? Because we’re too close, you don’t want my help, right?”

He understood everything, yet he still asked her.

Qin Mu felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart as he asked, lowering her head to look at the ring on her hand, then she still hummed in affirmation.

But her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear herself.

Mu Yichen sighed and turned to look at the television, what trashy show was she watching?

He frowned, his hand resting agitatedly on the armrest of the sofa, drumming his fingers before letting go, then turned back to glare at her.

”I promise I won’t get involved in this matter, You want to achieve something on your own, OK! As long as you don’t beg other men or go to the bank, do whatever you please, but do you need to hide it from me? Don’t you even have the most basic trust in me?”

He asked her again, struggling to contain his anger.

”Mu Yichen! You know, you knew my temperament since I was very young!”

She lowered her head, whispering that phrase when he lit a cigarette.

She was like a humble child, yet hopelessly stubborn.

He chuckled softly, taking a deep drag of his cigarette and then glared at her ferociously, really wanting to beat her, but what good would that do?

Her stubbornness, not even death would change it.

”So I suppose it’s my own fault, who made me love you even knowing your damn stubbornness? Who made me, no matter how much I hate the way you act, still unwilling to let you truly out of my sight?”

Her tears, they suddenly fell uncontrollably.

From childhood to adulthood, they had quarreled countless times, too many to count.

But his harsh words could always make her bow her head, always make her heart bleed.

He was still looking at her, so utterly disappointed, with hatred in his eyes.

Finally, amidst her tears, he picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

”Why can’t you be like other girls, a bit more sensible, a bit gentler? No matter how independent you are, can’t you show a little bit that I am your lover?”

He stood up angrily, spoke those words and then didn’t look at her anymore, pinching the cigarette and taking another fierce drag, thinking of leaving—

But he feared she wouldn’t speak up to keep him!

So he stood there and scoffed, then took another harsh drag of his cigarette.

Qin Mu opened her mouth, suppressed the breath fiercely, then stood up: If you’re done complaining, I’m going to rest!

Mu Yichen...

Complaining?

Did she think he was merely venting his emotions?

Could she not understand his meaning?

Was this woman truly clueless about emotions?

She had gotten close to him, during that period!

He still remembered her sweet-and-sour smile, remembered how she clung to his arm, reluctant to let go.

But now...

She said he was complaining, but what about her?

Did she think she was a magnanimous wife?

Or did she still think it was like before they were married, when she considered herself free, when she didn’t need to take responsibility for him?

After Qin Mu went to bed, she closed her eyes, turned over, and settled into the center of the large bed, ready to fall asleep.

She figured he definitely wouldn’t sleep at home.

He must think she was acting up, he would surely leave in a fit of anger again.

She was used to sleeping separately from him!

But then...

The door was pushed open from the outside...