His Beloved Treasure

An Nan nervously stepped forward, but Helian Hao held her back: ”Pretend!”

An Nan...

Jiang Zhiyuan’s father frowned as he looked at his own son and then turned his gaze to some people standing inside the room: ”What’s going on here?”

”Uncle, Zhiyuan drank too much!”

Zhao Huai said awkwardly.

Mu Yichen and Jing Feng nodded awkardly at him, ”We’ll take him back.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyuan’s father finally breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes moved to the girl Helian Hao was holding, and An Nan also looked at her curiously.

”Who is this young lady?”

Jiang Zhiyuan’s father asked with a hint of expectancy.

”That’s your daughter-in-law!”

Jiang Zhiyuan slurred as if he were speaking drunk.

”Hmph!”

Jiang Zhiyuan’s father looked down, then with hands behind his back he strode forward. There were many people behind Jiang Zhiyuan’s father, so Jiang Zhiyuan continued to lie on the ground.

Qin Mu laughed all the way home, while Huanhuan was a bit confused and scratched her soft hair.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, ”We might have to fork out the money soon!”

Hearing his words, Qin Mu looked at him curiously: ”What do you mean?”

”Intuition!”

Mu Yichen furrowed his brows as he felt his own heart, his brow twitching slightly.

Upon hearing him say so, Qin Mu reflected carefully and indeed started to feel that Jiang Zhiyuan and An Nan seemed quite fitting.

An Nan looked like a pretty decent girl; dealing with Jiang Zhiyuan, the not-so-decent young master, might be quite suitable?

That night they went to bed after washing up, and early the next morning they rushed to catch the plane to Paris.

It was Huanhuan’s first time flying with her parents, and she was clearly excited, eagerly choosing her own food when the flight attendant came by.

Qin Mu was reading a novel and unconsciously smiled when she saw Huanhuan’s eager small figure.

Mu Yichen, wrapped up in a newspaper, looked like a peacefully handsome man.

This business trip felt more like a family trip for the three of them.

Above the sky, beauty was beyond description.

When Qin Mu looked out the window, it felt as if her heart was wrapped in layers of cotton, soft, sweet, and warm.

Huanhuan sipped her drink while flipping through a picture book. After she’d had her fill but hadn’t finished, she held it up high for her dad.

Mu Yichen turned to look at her, then took her drink in his hand. He hadn’t had this kind of drink for many years, but having a daughter, it seemed he’d returned to the past, and under his daughter’s expectant gaze, he took a sip.

The flight attendant brought them more food, and Huanhuan ate as if she was a competitive eater.

How many people actually find airplane food this delicious?

Or perhaps the joy of flying with parents as a child is exceptional? Expressing such happiness in this manner.

Upon landing, Mu Yichen received them at the company branch there and took them straight to Qin Mu’s apartment in Paris.

Qin Mu almost sold the place at one point, but ultimately hesitated and kept it, never imagining it would be so useful in the future.

Huanhuan seemed to remember this place, and as soon as the door opened, she rushed in with her eyes slightly teary.

Qin Mu, thinking about all the times she and Huanhuan had spent in this apartment, also felt sentimental.

Mu Yichen, handling the luggage, entered and saw both mother and daughter so moved, he couldn’t help but sigh lightly: ”You two go rest on the sofa, I’ll put the luggage inside.”

Jian Yan knew the code to her place, so he had already arranged for a cleaner to come before their return. When Qin Mu went to boil water in the kitchen, she saw Jian Yan’s personal cup placed in a corner and not in the cabinet above, which meant he must have stayed late the previous night.

Huanhuan was already rummaging for her old toys in her room, and after Mu Yichen left the master bedroom, he found Qin Mu in the kitchen about to boil water and stood there without moving: ”How does it feel to be back?”

Qin Mu turned and looked at him with a faint smile: ”It’s no longer as it was yesterday!”

Her eyebrows twitched slightly, and Mu Yichen stepped forward to embrace her: ”But I’m still here!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile. Yes, no matter how much things had changed, he was still there.

She looked up at him, and Mu Yichen nestled his chin in the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the edge of her ear.

However, glancing up unintentionally, he caught sight of Jian Yan’s distinctive cup. In contrast to Qin Mu’s preference for cleaner colors, that cup was much darker, leading Mu Yichen to guess it wasn’t Qin Mu’s.

”This cup is...”

Qin Mu set up the kettle, pressed the on switch, and then glanced at the cup: ”It’s Master’s. He came by yesterday to open the door, and the cleaning lady came to tidy up.”