His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu had been smiling the whole time, and after finishing speaking, she led Huanhuan out, brimming with joy.

The two attendants watched the mother and daughter, with their fine figures dressed in branded parent-child outfits, walk out and couldn’t help feeling it was surreal.

Yet, the message was still conveyed to the distinguished guest in the luxurious presidential suite.

The butler pressed the doorbell, Jing Qing was inside chatting and having morning tea with a few celebrities. Hearing the bell, she got up to open the door, accompanied by a close friend.

The staff member spoke fluent English, explaining the origin of the card to her and tactfully relayed Qin Mu’s words.

The room butler was also quite embarrassed, especially since this young butler found it somewhat awkward to speak of such matters, and after delivering the message, he bowed and left.

Jing Qing, however, stood frozen at the door holding the card.

Her friend laughed and said, ”What’s this all about? Is there really a man you, Jing Qing, can’t handle?”

Jing Qing turned to look at her, giving a wry smile, ”Let’s go back inside and talk about it!”

The actor simply shrugged and didn’t pry further, but once inside, everyone’s curious eyes were on Jing Qing. The words were soft, but everyone was all ears and caught the gist of it.

However, Jing Qing managed to brush the matter aside with a simple sentence.

”I have only loved one man from childhood to now, and I will only love that man for the entirety of my life.”

If a girl loves many men in her lifetime, she might be looked down upon, but if she only loves one, she seems stubborn yet genuine to people.

Some admire this, calling it courage.

In truth, whether it’s courage, obsession, or something else, opinions vary.

Upon arrival at the studio, Qin Mu and Huanhuan began working. Perhaps due to exhaustion, Qin Mu felt slightly nauseated again but suppressed the feeling while she worked.

Jian Yan, ever observant, had his staff bring her a cup of sour plum drink.

When the staff member handed it to her, pointing at the master who was focused on his work, Qin Mu nodded in understanding and thanked him.

The sour plum drink was probably simmered in advance, yet the sensation of sipping it from the cup was still comforting.

Qin Mu watched as Huanhuan collected scraps of fabric in the studio, her arms already filled with beautiful and textured pieces. Qin Mu called out to her, ”Huanhuan, come here!”

Huanhuan, with round, wide eyes, looked up at her mommy calling for her and immediately ran over, curious about the pretty cup in her mother’s hands.

Qin Mu crouched down, then held the cup up for her to see.

Since Huanhuan also liked sour plum drink and this one had no additives, Qin Mu boldly let her drink more.

Huanhuan’s expression instantly became animated.

After helping a model with her dress, Jian Yan walked over and saw Huanhuan’s cute expression, crouched down, and took her hand, ”Do you like this too, Huanhuan?”

”Hmm!”

Huanhuan affirmed with a sound but said nothing more, just planted a sugar-water stained kiss on his cheek and then scampered away.

Jian Yan turned his head to look at Huanhuan while Qin Mu couldn’t help but sigh, ”She seems to really like you, always kissing you.”

”I like her a lot, too!”

Qin Mu feigned surprise.

Jian Yan grasped Qin Mu’s wrist to help her stand, her hands still cradling the cup, but she stepped back, leaning against the makeup mirror and looked down.

Jian Yan’s gaze shifted away, ”If you’re too tired, take a rest. Just help keep an eye on things for me!”

”Hmm! I know you didn’t bring me here just to help out,” Qin Mu whispered.

She knew well that Jian Yan had only wanted to give her a chance to show herself.

Knowing that she understood, Jian Yan didn’t say more, just turned to lean beside her.

The cup Qin Mu was holding now had been personally selected for her at the supermarket by him; he knew she would like it.

Qin Mu looked from the cup in her hand to where the colleagues were still busily engaged and quickly joined in with them.

Jian Yan laughed helplessly, knowing she wasn’t one to shirk, but he hadn’t expected her to work as hard as she did before she was pregnant.

But then he remembered how she had been when she was pregnant with Huanhuan—it must be fate. No matter when, she took her work seriously.

He still recalled the vow she made when she first approached him, declaring that she would always put her career first, and it seemed, looking at her now, she hadn’t broken that promise.

And that little girl still picking up fabric scraps, would she one day become a great designer like her mother?

It was only natural for Huanhuan to like design, as she swiftly cleared the fabric scraps off the couch, piling them higher than her own head without seeming to mind the mess and congestion, as if she was used to it.

Then she stripped all seven of her Barbie dolls, ready to design new clothes for them.

Jing Qing later directly called Qin Mu’s mobile. Seeing the caller ID, Qin Mu took her phone to a quiet place to answer.

She found a small warehouse, closed the door after entering, and only then clearly heard the question.

”Qin Mu, what on earth are you up to?”

”What’s the matter? You only allow yourself to charm my husband, yet I can’t reciprocate with the same method?”