His Beloved Treasure

”You take it for me!”

He said indifferently, carrying Huanhuan upstairs, and Qin Mu went back to the sofa to pick up his phone.

The display showed Jing Qing’s name, and Qin Mu subconsciously looked back at him, but his figure had already disappeared around the corner on the upper floor.

She answered the call.

”Yichen! Tonight, the brothers and sisters want to celebrate with you, congratulate you on becoming a new dad again, can you come out? Everyone is waiting for you.”

”I’m Qin Mu!”

Qin Mu responded blandly to the gentle voice on the other end.

There was a moment of surprise, then a soft voice asked again: Where’s Yichen?

”He’s helping me prepare my bathwater!”

Qin Mu, recalling how Jing Qing had spoken about her at Wen Runuan’s company, subconsciously omitted the words ”for my daughter” and said he was preparing bathwater for her instead.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Qin Mu looked at the phone and then, placing it back to her ear, said: ”If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first. Oh, and he asked me to thank you for the congratulations, and by the way, don’t forget to prepare the cash gift!”

Qin Mu’s keen eyes stared toward the corner upstairs, her voice cold and merciless.

Jing Qing said nothing more; she was sitting among friends, all of whom intended to celebrate with him.

After hanging up, Qin Mu went upstairs, and indeed, Mu Yichen was preparing the bathwater for Huanhuan. Qin Mu stood by for a while, but couldn’t keep it from him.

”Jing Qing said congratulations on becoming a father, and your brothers and sisters want to celebrate with you tonight; they’re asking if you will attend.”

”Not going!”

He said simply, standing up after setting up the bath: ”Call me if you’re tired.”

Qin Mu didn’t speak but just arched her eyebrows forcibly, clutching his phone in her hand.

Mu Yichen looked at her pretense, took the phone from her hand, and went outside.

After dad went out, Huanhuan quickly went to close the door, leaving Qin Mu standing there, heaving a helpless sigh.

The moment Mu Yichen stepped out, Huanhuan closed the door, so he glanced back, but then his phone rang again.

This time it was Qiao Yi; he answered and stepped out of his daughter’s room.

”Won’t come out for a couple of drinks? We still want to congratulate you on becoming a new dad!”

”Too late today! And from now on, don’t call me at night anymore.”

”Jing Qing is here too, drinking by herself.”

Qiao Yi was walking towards the restroom when he turned his head to glance at the bar area upon mentioning Jing Qing.

”That’s none of my business, I’ll hang up if there’s nothing else.”

Mu Yichen didn’t say more, but later he saw a video sent to him on WeChat by Jiang Zhiyuan: Jing Qing was pouring drinks for herself, and several close friends were also there.

They claimed to be congratulating him, yet they chose a nightclub for the venue.

”Can you help me get Mu Yichen to come out?”

After Qiao Yi returned, Jing Qing looked up and asked him, her voice drunken yet seemingly aware of what she was saying.

”What do you want to do?”

”Help me get him out, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

The important part was ”I’ll give you anything you want”; Jing Qing gazed at him arrogantly. Qiao Yi glanced around subconsciously; everyone pretended not to hear it. As soon as he looked up at them, they clinked their drinks and drank together, including Jiang Zhiyuan.

”You’re drunk; let me take you home!”

”I’m not drunk. I just need you to agree to do me this favor. Didn’t you say you liked me?”

Qiao Yi reached for her arm, but she dodged and glared at him, demanding an answer.

There were a couple of younger people present, but they all knew Qiao Yi liked Jing Qing. They watched the two of them on the verge of arguing and held their breath.

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Meanwhile, back at the apartment, the little girl was already asleep, and the male and female owners had also gone to bed in their big bed.

Mu Yichen gently pressed against Qin Mu’s forehead, careful not to put all his weight on her, reining in his breath as he asked her softly, ”Do you want to now?”

”Mmm, I don’t want to!”

Qin Mu, her forehead pressed and a bit achy, responded in a hoarse voice.

”Not want to? I don’t want to either!”

He whispered, but could not help chuckling afterward.

”Baby, but I really want to stay on top of you like this.”

His voice grew huskier, and Qin Mu felt goosebumps rising.

”The doctor said we must be especially careful in the first three months.”

Qin Mu softly reminded him.

”Mmh!”

He murmured, his warm palm caressing every inch of her lovely skin involuntarily.

Qin Mu didn’t know how she managed to fall asleep later, but by the time she woke up, it was already the next morning.