His Beloved Treasure

This is not what she wanted to see.

Yichen had publicly admitted that Qin Mu was his darling.

Jing Qing had heard that this show was sponsored by a tycoon, but she had never expected it to be Yichen.

She didn’t care how much money Yichen had spent on the show, but that he openly called Qin Mu his darling in front of so many people.

Even hearing it with her own ears, she couldn’t believe such a nauseating confession, not even if she died.

She slowly stood up, finally in line with everyone else present.

Her blurred gaze contained something sharp, and her hand clutching the latest Chanel bag was so tense that her fingers were turning white.

It was as if the pain of loving someone never fully revealed itself.

Even though her heart felt as if it had been stabbed to pieces, she still refused to give up.

The spotlight rested on the two kissing figures on stage, while Jing Qing glared at them fiercely from the shadows.

Yang Qianxi didn’t have it much better than her, in fact.

Yang Qianxi found herself wanting to laugh, but she was on the verge of tears.

She had often heard about Yichen and Qin Mu’s public displays of affection, but now, at this moment...

She felt wronged to her limit!

In fact, she still didn’t understand that it was precisely because Qin Mu knew she would end up like this that she had dismissed her.

The next day, Qin Mu and Yichen took Huanhuan and Jian Yan to say goodbye and quickly flew back home amidst Feng Fanghua’s relentless calls.

The show must have been the most tiring for Jian Yan, but no doubt the most profitable for Qin Mu.

Yichen’s confession was like declaring his love for her to the whole world.

It was only that when the three of them encountered Jing Qing and Yang Qianxi again at the airport, Yang Qianxi’s eyes couldn’t conceal her own feelings when she saw Yichen, the only thing she could control was her mouth.

With a lowly call, ”President Mu, Miss Qin!”

Qin Mu looked at her and said nothing, instead turning to gaze at Jing Qing before saying to Yichen, ”You sit inside!”

Yichen gave her a look and then carried Huanhuan to sit inside.

A family of three in their designated seats, with Qin Mu on the outside.

Jing Qing also sat outside, while Yang Qianxi sat on the inside, remaining quiet and reading a magazine.

Jing Qing occasionally glanced over at Qin Mu, ”There’s never a shortage of gold-diggers in the world, but now that I think about it, there seem to be very few as glorious as you.”

”Indeed, I am lucky!”

Qin Mu held ”Pride and Prejudice” in her hands, having taken off her coat and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders for the show, and specially dyed her long, oriental black hair, making her appear calm and composed.

Jing Qing hated how Qin Mu dismissed her with just a few words.

”But being too lucky as a woman isn’t always a good thing, after all, so many women have had their lucky times, but in the end...”

Jing Qing suddenly gave a low chuckle.

”Are you talking about yourself, Miss Jing?”

Qin Mu turned slightly, noting Jing Qing’s face turn noticeably pale.

Jing Qing turned to look at her, her gaze sharp as a knife.

”Spoken with such deep understanding; it sounds like a personal experience. It’s as if people like us who never had a chance to feel it wouldn’t understand what it’s like.”

Qin Mu continued to speak with a smile.

The smile that hid a knife’s edge; anyone who had been around in society for a while knew a trick or two.

Meanwhile, Yichen seemed not to have heard anything, entirely focused on reading a book with Huanhuan, yet Huanhuan would lift her eyes every few seconds to look at her mother and the ’bad auntie.’

Huanhuan felt like they were arguing, even if there was no shouting.

Qin Mu later noticed Huanhuan looking at her and stopped speaking, but Jing Qing dropped a sentence, ”You don’t deserve to be treated too preciously, you’ll soon feel what you claimed to have never felt.”

”Unless her man dies!”

Yichen leaned slightly against the seat, his words balanced, just loud enough to reach Jing Qing’s ears.

In the first-class cabin, for a moment, the silence felt as if it would freeze over.

With a realization of her fortunate life, Qin Mu turned to look at Yichen, feeling a slow sadness well up inside her. Fearful that Huanhuan might overthink, she took his hand and wrote a few characters in his palm.

Yichen felt the characters she wrote, yet his eyes were fixed on her face.

Huanhuan curiously watched her mother write, not understanding and looked up at her parents. Both remained silent, patting her head and smiling at her.

Huanhuan sighed like a little adult, as if tired of her parents’ mushiness, her young face secretly blushed while she pretended to be engrossed in her book.