His Beloved Treasure

As for the future, there may be even more surprises.

She quietly closed her eyes again, then fell into a light sleep.

Mu Yichen flipped through the news on his phone and became somewhat agitated at a certain point, setting the phone aside and massaging his temples.

Qin Mu truly fell asleep afterward.

He lay on the couch for a moment, finding it too hard and too short, then got up, went to the bed, quietly observed her sleeping face, glanced at the medicine bag, and finally lay down behind her.

Strangely, no matter what happened here, he could fall asleep.

While she was in Paris, even if nothing happened, he was too tense to sleep.

But Qin Mu did not know why he was suffering from insomnia; she thought it was due to work pressure.

In fact, Qin Mu was most afraid of becoming his burden because she had been protected by him since childhood. Becoming a man’s burden is not necessarily a good thing; it might give a man a sense of accomplishment in the short term, but in the long run...

Feelings can’t withstand constant torment.

When she woke up, it was because she felt her hand being pinched. As she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw him squatting in front of her, fixing his gaze on the back of her hand as if worried about accidentally hurting her, being extra careful.

When Qin Mu clearly saw him, he had already noticed she was awake, so he cautioned her, ”It might hurt, just bear with it.”

She did not move, and he quickly pulled out the needle and pressed a cotton swab against the spot.

Qin Mu stretched out her hand: ”I’ll do it!”

He looked at her and then let go, still holding the needle in his other hand, and then he tidied away the haphazardly hanging medicine bag.

Qin Mu, watching his busy figure, felt deeply moved in her heart. When he came back after washing his hands, she couldn’t help but say, ”Thank you!”

Mu Yichen looked at her, his gaze so dark that she thought she had said the wrong thing.

”You’re welcome!”

His two words were cold, but he still sat down beside her.

”Take your temperature again!”

He handed her the thermometer.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, merely obediently sat up against the headboard to take her temperature.

Mu Yichen’s eyes stayed on her, then shifted to her hand.

The plain ring darkened his sight, and he instinctively reached out to hold that hand.

Qin Mu glanced up at him slightly, her heart clenched tight.

The words of Helian Hao surfaced in his mind, and he suddenly looked at her. He had thought many times about giving up, about not tormenting her anymore, but...

”All the contract matters are settled, which company do you want for the interior design? If you need help, you can ask Secretary Xi; she has an extraordinary understanding of many things.”

”I’ve been working on the studio’s interior design plan lately, so I’ll leave the renovation company’s matters to you!”

Just like after the last time the studio was vandalized, he had also found the renovation company for the aftermath.

Her voice was still somewhat hoarse and feeble, but he heard her clearly, nodding in agreement: ”Okay!”

”Did that Mr. Zhang get a shock when he saw you?”

”Yeah! He said a lot of flattering things, even mentioning that if he had known I was your husband, he wouldn’t have charged you!”

Qin Mu...

”Were you scared? Because I told him you are my wife?”

He asked, his voice still gentle.

Qin Mu was indeed scared, but not because of the previous statement, but because of this one.

What was she afraid of? She was just afraid of being agitated by him.

”Never mind! Helian Hao said not to scare you. Are you still sleepy? Want to sleep a little more?”

Qin Mu just looked at him, saying nothing.

But it was he who took the initiative to get into bed.

Qin Mu glanced at him and only heard him command when he lay down: ”Lie down!”

She slid down unconsciously and ended up in his arms.

Since he had been outside just then, his shirt still carried a hint of coolness, but within half a minute, it had warmed up.

Lulled by the sound of his heartbeat, sleepiness washed over her again.

Mu Yichen suddenly murmured, ”Where’s the thermometer?”

Qin Mu remembered, handed it to him, and couldn’t help but look up, her vision a bit unclear.

The two of them looked up together, eyeing the numbers on the device.

”Thirty-seven point seven, take another look after sleeping in the evening.”

”Okay!”

She didn’t dare say anything else, and he suddenly looked down at her, eye to eye.

Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat, and nervously glancing at him, she immediately looked down.

”Qin Mu!”

He suddenly called her name as if holding his breath.

Qin Mu instinctively looked up but didn’t get a clear look before he suddenly cradled her face.

That longing seemed like a forceful accusation in his heart, and feeling his kiss, she harbored that same thought.

Her own heart stirred intensely, feeling as though their hearts were reflecting each other’s, yet filled with grievances.

”Mu Yichen!”

She called out to him in discomfort, feeling an unspeakable tightness in her chest, as if being tormented by an itch she couldn’t scratch.

”Don’t push me anymore!”

His voice low, he looked at her with uncontrollable emotion.

Was she pushing him?

Clearly, it was he who was pushing her to the brink of despair.

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”Jing Feng and Helian Hao are probably going to have their wedding soon.”

Mu Yichen spoke just before Qin Mu drifted off into a drowsy sleep!