His Beloved Treasure

Jian Yan hung her head low, slowly took a puff of her cigarette, and started speaking to him.

Qin Mu was unaware that someone had followed them.

Qin Mu also received a WeChat message from Helian Hao that Jing Qing had arrived in Paris with Yang Qianxi to attend an event.

This is getting lively, thought Qin Mu, certain that they would definitely meet with Jing Qing and her group on this trip.

Mu Yichen didn’t tell Qin Mu about this, and Qin Mu didn’t mention anything to Mu Yichen either. The next day, Qin Mu took Huanhuan to JY Studio, while Mu Yichen went alone to a meeting at their subsidiary company.

Today, several models were trying on dresses, and Jian Yan was supervising his subordinates working when Qin Mu and Huanhuan arrived; it was then that his gaze shifted.

”Qin!”

Former colleagues greeted her.

”Hi! Thanks for your hard work!”

Qin Mu said with a smile, her hands full of tasty treats for everyone.

Jian Yan stood with his arms folded, leaning against the wall watching her, remembering when she first came to the studio.

Later on, few who hadn’t eaten breakfast went over to eat the lovingly bought bento boxes she brought, and Qin Mu immediately took over their tasks and dived into the alterations.

Jian Yan occasionally stepped forward to check the fit around the models’ waists, whispering instructions to her.

Huanhuan sat on the sofa watching TV by herself; the television here mostly played fashion-related content, and Huanhuan snuggled into the couch, holding a bag of chips given to her by someone, watching a fashion show.

Perhaps due to growing up in such an environment, she knew to adjust her clothes and stretched her back, trying to make her waistline more prominent while lounging on the couch.

At noon, Mu Yichen had lunch at a restaurant near his company and happened to encounter Jing Qing, Yang Qianxi, and several Parisian celebrities there.

Mu Yichen was with a young and handsome manager from his own company. They were planning on having a simple meal, but they didn’t expect Yang Qianxi to come over and invite them.

”Mr. Mu, Miss Jing has asked me to invite you to join them at their table, and this gentleman is welcome too,” she said.

Since they all had Asian faces, it was easy to communicate. Still, Mu Yichen’s manager looked at Mu Yichen with anticipation, as he found the prospect of joining a table full of celebrities quite exciting.

Mu Yichen glanced up and saw several foreign celebrities gesturing for them to come; they had already cleared a good spot for them.

Mu Yichen turned to his colleague and asked indifferently, ”Do you want to go over?”

”It’s just mingling, you know, for such an opportunity.”

Mu Yichen then stood up and led him over without saying much more.

Yang Qianxi followed them, her heart thumping wildly due to the briskness of his walk, which made her feel as nervous as a deer startled.

Afterward, Yang Qianxi ended up sitting next to Mu Yichen and kept serving him like a little maidservant, pouring tea and handing him water. Mu Yichen’s manager frowned involuntarily at this scene; he had always thought that Jing Qing was the one who liked Mu Yichen.

”I wasn’t expecting you to actually come to the fashion show with Qin Mu.”

Jing Qing didn’t find anything unusual about Yang Qianxi serving tea; in her eyes, Yang Qianxi was fit for just that. She spoke in a low and soft voice with a familiarity that suggested she knew Mu Yichen quite well.

”What’s so hard to guess about that?”

”Aren’t you going to introduce me, boss?”

The company’s manager clearly wanted to get acquainted with Jing Qing, admiration written all over his face.

”Hello! I’m Mu Yichen’s childhood friend, Jing Qing!”

”Oh? Childhood friends?”

This handsome manager immediately thought of Qin Mu, but something told him they didn’t look like they were five years apart.

”If living in the same courtyard for a few years counts as childhood friends, then I have too many to count. Actually, this is Miss Jing Qing, the second daughter of the prestigious Jing Family of Rongcheng.”

Mu Yichen, unwilling to let her use such an intimate title, gently but firmly distanced himself from their relationship.

”I’m Zhao Yan, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jing!”

The good-looking manager reached out his clean hand, and Jing Qing, seeing it, accepted the handshake out of necessity because Mu Yichen was there. She would have preferred shaking hands with Mu Yichen, recalling that they rarely had the opportunity to do so.

After shaking hands with Jing Qing, the manager, who identified himself as Zhao Yan, proceeded to shake hands with the female celebrities nearby.

Mu Yichen simply sat back lazily, uninterested in joining the buzz.

After finishing the meal, when someone asked him for his WeChat, he just gave a faint smile and coldly replied, ”Sorry, I don’t have WeChat.”

People were surprised but couldn’t really say much in response given his attitude. Zhao Yan promptly took out his phone to add everyone on WeChat and said with a smile, ”I have it! Add me, and I’ll refer you to him later.”

Mu Yichen glanced at him and looked out the window, distinctly displeased.

Jing Qing cast a glance at Yang Qianxi, who still sat quietly beside him eating lunch. Provoked by Jing Qing’s look, she immediately stood up.

”I’m staying at the RS Hotel, come see me tonight.”

She deftly slipped a room card into Mu Yichen’s pocket.

Mu Yichen did not see the room card but turned his head toward her since her voice had suddenly changed, and upon seeing Jing Qing instead of Yang Qianxi, he frowned unintentionally, ”If there’s something to say, say it here.”

”You’ll know when you come over tonight. I promise, after you see me tonight, I won’t bother you anymore, and I’ll forget about you.”

Jing Qing looked at him earnestly.