His Beloved Treasure

She couldn’t help herself and leaned on his pillow, her hand gently stroking the side, but when she tried to find his scent, she inadvertently touched something very thin.

A piece of paper!

It was a letter!

She looked up to see the strong and vigorous characters on the paper, as if they were about to burst forth from the page.

”Good morning! Don’t think too much! Love, Yichen!”

As if all her bad moods vanished in that instant, she rested her hand under her chin and looked at the words on the paper with ease and composure.

His writing was truly beautiful, full of energy and wildness, much like him.

Qin Mu gazed straight at them, mesmerized.

After breakfast she went to the study to sketch and vaguely heard guests arriving downstairs. She glanced up but ultimately didn’t allow herself to go out.

The weather was poor today, so the whole family gathered in the living room to watch TV and chat. Huanhuan wandered around the living room, stopping here and there, and when the visitors arrived, she went over to her grandmother, leaning against her legs.

Jing Xianzong, accompanied by Jing Qing and Jing Feng, came over, being extremely polite.

The arrival of this trio surprised the Mu Family, and everyone speculated something, as Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua rose to greet them. Only the old master sat dominantly on the sofa, his eyes—weathered by time—staring at Jing Xianzong’s face.

Jing Xianzong’s manner was not merely polite today; there seemed to be something subservient in his gaze.

Although Mu Yichen hadn’t told the family what exactly happened last month, by now, if they as a family couldn’t guess, they wouldn’t deserve to be called one.

”Is Xiao Feng still working at the prosecutor’s office? He should be promoted by now, right?”

”He should be moving up again this autumn!”

Jing Xianzong answered for his son, his voice low and humble.

”Xiao Feng is a promising and obedient child, not like our Yichen, who goes west when told to go east.”

The old master chatted casually from the sofa.

”Yichen isn’t interested in politics, but that’s not a bad thing. The political arena these days is cutthroat, and, after all, there’s no match for the glamour of businessmen.”

Jing Xianzong continued to play along with the conversation.

Jing Feng didn’t even know why he came; he just sat there cooperatively.

When the servant came to pour tea, he whispered a question: ”Is Qin Mu here?”

”The young mistress is upstairs working on designs!”

”Xiaohao asked me to bring something for her; I’ll go deliver it.”

Upon hearing this, Jing Feng nodded and, after exchanging words with the elders, stood up and headed upstairs, as he was well-acquainted with the Mu Family’s home.

Jing Qing was unhappy to see Jing Feng leave, but considering they were not in their own home and given the current circumstances, she had no choice but to bow her head and hold back, listening to her father chit-chat with the old master of the Mu Family.

Once Jing Feng left, the old master turned to Jing Qing: ”Young lady, are you unwell?”

Startled by the question, Jing Qing lifted her eyes nervously: ”Not at all, Grandfather!”

Her smile was somewhat awkward.

The old master raised his eyes slightly, then let them fall, with just a shallow smile: ”The young lady seems to have her concerns too! I heard that she was recently close with a second-generation official from the capital; didn’t work out?”

Jing Xianzong, after hearing this, laughed embarrassingly and replied for his daughter: ”This girl has high standards; she wasn’t interested in him!”

Jing Xianzong looked embarrassed, for lack of a better term.

Jing Qing kept her gaze lowered without speaking again, not knowing whether it was out of grievance or fear, her eyes became slightly moist.

”Old Master, Zihao, sister-in-law, I’ve brought Xiaoqing here today, actually, as we have an urgent matter to ask for your help!”

Jing Xianzong knew that idle chatter wouldn’t solve anything, and since the Mu Family wouldn’t be the first to ask their purpose, he had to open his mouth first.

”Oh?”

The old master lifted his eyelids slightly, eyes narrowing.

”Xiaoqing got herself into trouble and angered Yichen. I’m here because I had no other choice but to shamelessly ask for your help in persuading him. After all, our two families almost became one, and even without that tie, we’ve been friends for many years, haven’t we?”

Feng Fanghua kept her gaze down without speaking; she felt somewhat indignant internally. During that period, the Jing Family, knowing about Mu Yi’s marriage to Qin Mu, had given several of Mu Yi’s deals to others. Now they come talking about friendship?

And although she didn’t know how much her son and daughter-in-law had suffered, if it were just a petty quarrel, the young couple wouldn’t have gone nearly two months without seeing each other.

Mu Zihao smiled slightly: ”They’ve all grown up together; what’s there that’s so serious it requires us elders to demean ourselves to plead with them? Xiaoqing, you’ve always been good at organizing drinks and such for them. Can’t you handle this little matter?”