His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu’s gaze drifted towards Mu Yichen as he approached, his hand resting on her shoulder, ”Don’t listen to his nonsense!”

”I think what he said was quite good!”

Qin Mu turned her neck to speak to him, then went to find Huanhuan.

Mu Yichen went in to help, and between the two men, it was quite a spectacle.

Qin Mu helped Huanhuan take off her coat, changed into comfortable clothes once they got home, and Huanhuan curiously ran into the kitchen to join in the fun, discovering Dad and Uncle blessing the gathering together, a scene too beautiful for words.

Qin Mu stood by, watching, but her eyes were filled only with her darling daughter.

She took a drawing from the studio that she hadn’t finished, settling down on the sofa to work on it while they cooked.

The two men were indeed efficient at preparing dinner; in less than half an hour, five dishes and a soup were ready.

Qin Mu put down her drawing paper, washed her hands, and joined the meal, praising the food before rubbing her hands together, ”Looks like I’m going to be stuffed tonight!”

”Just eat as much as you like, I’ll cook for you again next time,”

Zhao Yan said as he distributed chopsticks.

”That honor is certainly not yours to claim!”

Mu Yichen reminded from the side with a calm tone.

Zhao Yan raised an eyebrow, not daring to retort, knowing indeed it wasn’t his turn.

”Thank you for coming to our house and cooking, here’s a toast to you!”

Qin Mu raised her glass to Zhao Yan, even though her cup was filled with water.

”Thank you, little sister-in-law!”

Zhao Yan held his drink with both hands, looking very much the part of a younger brother.

”If you really feel awkward, you can just call me Qin Mu!”

Qin Mu sincerely suggested to him.

”Then I—dare not. I’ve heard that Brother Qin and the others call you ’Xiaomu’—”

”Call her sister-in-law!”

Mu Yichen didn’t even glance his way, but his indifferent voice was indeed directed at him.

Zhao Yan had to suppress a laugh, pretending to be serious: ”I won’t stand on ceremony with you, little sister-in-law!”

By the time Zhao Yan left, Huanhuan was already falling asleep on Mu Yichen’s shoulder, and after Zhao Yan had left, Mu Yichen carried Huanhuan back to the room.

The guest room used to be Xiaomei’s, now temporarily lent to Huanhuan.

”Did you always sleep together before?”

Mu Yichen asked as he lay down.

Qin Mu was already somewhat tired, so she lay down early. After he joined her in bed, she leaned against him quietly in his arms.

In response to Mu Yichen’s question, she softly confirmed that in the past, she and her daughter were together—fragile and heavy, yet their warmth was hard to come by.

Unlike now, now Huanhuan is happy every day, and so is she!

”Was it because of Huanhuan that you pushed me out when I came over that time?”

He asked her in a low, husky voice that seemed gentle.

As if afraid to touch on her painful memories.

Qin Mu’s eyes shone like the stars in the sky, habitually twinkling, yet done so slowly.

She quietly pondered over that moment, then shifted in his arms, reaching out to embrace him: ”Mu Yichen, wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could stay like this forever?”

”That’s exactly what we’re going to do!”

”Thank you for coming with me to Paris this time!”

This trip felt different from all her previous work trips. Before, each visit had been a hurried affair, as if she were a zombie, busy just for the sake of survival.

Mu Yichen gently wrapped his arms around her, his lips lightly touching her forehead.

Perhaps he came with her because he knew how difficult it had been for her to raise Huanhuan on her own; he didn’t want her to struggle alone with a child any longer.

Jing Qing had prepared a candlelit dinner, having thought through all the words she’d say. Yang Qianxi was sent away, and Jing Qing sat alone in the restaurant of the presidential suite, facing the glimmers of light.

She had loved him since she was a child, looking up to him as high as the sky, a man so lofty that only she could match his stature.

Jing Qing thought that she would definitely get her way tonight, confident enough to persuade him to drink that glass of wine.

Yet by after ten o’clock, she was still waiting for him, her initial girlish longing for a man fading to indifference in just two hours.

Clutching her phone tightly, she told herself not to make a call right then, but she wanted to know where he was at the moment; could he have been held up or was he on his way?

Yang Qianxi too was anxiously waiting. In fact, Yang Qianxi was quite aware of what Jing Qing intended to do that night. Hearing a knock at the door, she immediately looked towards it and went to open it, only to see a woman in a sexy black slip dress.

The robe Jing Qing wore over it was not tied, revealing her beautiful collarbone which was easily visible to anyone.