His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu finally understood why she was hesitating and unwilling to speak directly.

”Is the old lady with you now?”

After hearing the news, Qin Mu softly asked her.

”Yes!”

”Let her go to my studio; her family driver should know the way very well.”

Qin Mu thought for a while and then said to Helian Hao.

After hanging up, Mu Qingxin asked, ”What’s going on?”

”I can’t have lunch with you today, how about we get together next time?”

”You at least owe me the name of the deity who snatched you away from me, right?”

After asking, Mu Qingxin looked at Qin Mu and noticed he was reluctant.

Qin Mu could have directly refused, but if he did, the Jing Family would inevitably make things difficult for Helian Hao.

After Helian Hao put down her phone, she turned to look at the woman sitting in her office.

”I’ve troubled you! I haven’t mentioned this to Jing Feng, so...”

”I understand!”

Helian Hao nodded her head.

Jing Feng’s mother then stood up to take her leave, and Helian Hao went to see her out.

In truth, if the person who had come today hadn’t been her mother-in-law, she probably wouldn’t have called Qin Mu and put him in a difficult position, but her mother-in-law was usually a fairly stable and restrained woman, which is why she had no choice but to trouble Qin Mu.

Helian Hao only hoped everything would go smoothly. With Jing Qing now lying in the ICU, she honestly didn’t wish for her death; rather, she hoped Jing Qing could wake up and live her life anew.

Mu Qingxin had planned to have lunch with Qin Mu but ended up having to drive Qin Mu’s little car to her brother’s office building.

When Mu Yichen saw her, he was somewhat surprised, ”Weren’t you with Mumu?”

”I was supposed to be! But Cheng Yaojin came out of nowhere, so I had to come to you for a meal! It’s also been a long time since we, brother and sister, ate alone together!”

Mu Yichen, sitting behind his office desk with dark eyes watching his sister, smiled faintly, not expecting his sister to conceal things for Qin Mu: ”Tell me who Cheng Yaojin is, and I’ll treat you to lunch today.”

Mu Qingxin’s beautiful eyes slowly looked at him, and her gaze spelled out the words, ”Brother, you’re putting me in a difficult position!”

In Qin Mu’s studio, since Xiaomei hadn’t returned, she spoke softly, ”What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you!”

”No need! Sit! I just have a few words to say, and then I’ll leave!”

Jing Qing’s mother looked at her, her voice very light.

Jing Qing’s mother was shrewd, that much was clear from her expressive eyes, but at the same time, she was very repressed, a likely result of years of suppressed living.

Qin Mu then sat there without moving further.

The two women sat on the sofa in the reception area, Jing Qing’s mother quietly watching Qin Mu, gauging her temperament and character.

Qin Mu was quite composed, only glancing at Jing Qing’s mother once before quietly waiting for her to get to the point.

”The year your mother passed away, you were not even eight years old, right?”

Jing Qing’s mother suddenly asked.

Qin Mu did not answer but just looked at her thoughtfully, as Jing Qing’s mother suddenly brought up the past, employing tactics...

”The ones closest to your mother back then were me and Feng Fanghua, but after she passed away, I—Mumu...”

Jing Qing’s mother suddenly seemed distressed, as if blaming herself, bowing her head with a flicker in her eyes that Qin Mu deemed insincere.

Now, when discussing the past, Qin Mu, as one of the parties involved, would no longer easily shed tears.

”All of that is in the past!”

Qin Mu simply responded blandly.

”No! Given my relationship with your mother, I should have taken care of you after she left. I could have asked your father to let you stay in the country, but at that time...”

Jing Qing’s mother found it hard to speak.

”Is it because you were afraid of troublesome complications? Even if you wanted to help, it’s likely that the other members of the Jing Family wouldn’t have allowed it, right?”

Qin Mu mentioned dispassionately.

Jing Qing’s mother didn’t expect her to be so aware, looking at her in surprise, but still, the tears in her eyes didn’t vanish.

”Do you still remember things from when you were little?”

Jing Qing’s mother asked her eagerly.

”Some, but most of it is rather blurry now!”

Qin Mu replied in a low voice, very composed and calm.

”Yes! It’s been too long!”

Jing Qing’s mother nodded her head, her lips moved slightly, then she looked up at her again, somewhat pityingly.

”I have a keepsake belonging to your mother! Mumu, can I make a trade with you?”

Jing Qing’s mother thought for a moment then asked, without any sign of anger, she merely wanted to secure something for her own daughter.