His Beloved Treasure

Yang Qianxi looked at her nervously, ”Miss Jing!”

”Could you please make a call to Yichen for me and ask where he is?”

Jing Qing, holding her pink cell phone, entered and gave a cold command before sitting down and casually picking up a magazine from the couch to suppress her excitement.

Standing at the door with Jing Qing’s cell phone in her hand, Yang Qianxi’s eyes followed the somewhat weary figure inside. She was clear in her heart that Jing Qing had not succeeded; Mu Yichen had not come.

This only increased Yang Qianxi’s esteem for Mu Yichen. She had seen Jing Qing slip her room card into Mu Yichen’s pocket. A man who rejects a woman’s room card is rejecting that woman himself. She felt she had not harbored unrequited love for the wrong person because only a true man could maintain such integrity. She found herself falling even deeper for Mu Yichen.

Yang Qianxi closed the door with her cell phone in hand, sat down opposite Jing Qing, and silently dialed Mu Yichen’s number.

The other side rang continuously but nobody picked up.

They rarely went to bed early, so when Yang Qianxi called, his phone was vibrating but the clothes were not in the bedroom; therefore, the two sleeping people couldn’t possibly hear it.

Yang Qianxi felt an inexplicable sense of loss. After hanging up the phone, she looked up at Jing Qing and whispered, ”No one answered!”

Jing Qing looked up at her, the irritation in her eyes now irrepressible.

She snatched the cell phone back and then dialed the number herself.

The clear ringing continued, yet still no one answered.

Could it be he didn’t see the room card she gave him?

Or was it that he truly didn’t want anything to do with it?

Jing Qing got up and returned to her own room without saying anything more to Yang Qianxi.

Yang Qianxi stood up, looking toward the door, and her repressed emotions remained unreleased, even after that door was closed from the outside again.

Yang Qianxi was unable to pinpoint the feeling but felt that some emotions she had been suppressing were almost bursting forth; it seemed she was very fond of that man.

Seeing Jing Qing consumed with thoughts of Mu Yichen every day, she wondered how she could help Mu Yichen escape Jing Qing’s pursuit.

Truthfully, she did not want Jing Qing to be with Mu Yichen at all.

The night in Paris had deepened, yet her mood was far from bright. She had studied design but ended up as a costume assistant to an actor. What would come next?

Would her path keep sloping downward?

Mu Yichen...

She murmured that name in her heart, thinking he must be the kind of man who could bring a woman back to life.

The next morning after Mu Yichen got up, he looked for his phone in the coat’s pocket only to find something hard in one of the lower pockets.

Qin Mu had followed him as well, originally intending to cling to him for a while, but the moment she hugged him from behind and tilted her head, she saw the room card in his hand.

Qin Mu’s eyes widened instantly, ”Whoa! Did you miss something?”

Mu Yichen frowned as he looked at the room card and then glanced at Qin Mu, a trace of unfathomable confusion in his downcast eyes.

Qin Mu, on the other hand, was smiling as she looked up at him. Of course, she had no reason to be worried since no one had slipped a room card to her.

Mu Yichen sighed as he recalled the events of the previous day, ”Yesterday Jing Qing asked me to go to her room last night, but I completely forgot!”

Mu Yichen told the truth.

Qin Mu’s eyebrow raised slightly but her expression remained calm.

”As for this card...”

He flipped the card in his hand and chuckled unintentionally, ”I really don’t know when she put it there.”

Qin Mu watched him for a moment and, upon realizing he wasn’t lying, turned her attention away from him and took the card from his hand, saying, ”Since you don’t know anything about it, give this card to me.”

Mu Yichen watched her indifferently.

Qin Mu casually slipped the card into her trouser pocket, a fleeting malice in her eyes.

Jing Qing actually wanted to seduce her man into bed?

Haha!

After breakfast, Qin Mu, with Huanhuan in tow, went to that hotel and smiled as she spoke to the receptionist in French.

”Hello, a young lady misplaced her card in my husband’s pocket yesterday. Could you please return it to her?”

The reception staff, two Caucasian girls, looked at each other upon hearing her words, as if doubting their own ears.

With Huanhuan still in hand, Qin Mu gently placed her hand on the counter and, seeing them nod in agreement, tapped the desk lightly and thanked them politely with a smile.

However, as she was leaving, she suddenly turned back, ”Oh, please tell her that trying to seduce someone else’s man really does not suit her status as a lady of a distinguished family. Remind her to think before she acts in the future.”