His Beloved Treasure

”You should go to sleep now!”

”The thing about Mu Yichen marrying Qin Mu?”

Jing Feng sat next to Mu Yichen, and as he spoke, he looked provocatively at Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen also glanced back at him, but neither said a word to the other.

Jiang Zhiyuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

”How did Jing Jian know?”

Jiang Zhiyuan asked him exaggeratedly, almost putting one leg up on the chair, barely containing his discontent.

The brothers were all curious, too, and several girls nearby were all ears as well.

Jing Feng glanced at Mu Yichen but didn’t answer.

He and Helian Hao had known about Mu Yichen’s and Qin Mu’s marriage registration for a long time.

”Damn! Didn’t you say the wedding was at Christmas? Haven’t you had the chance to tell everyone yet?”

Jiang Zhiyuan had wanted to introduce the subject to everyone, but now he wasn’t sure everyone was really unaware.

”Who knows I am getting married at Christmas?”

Mu Yichen, his hand holding a cigarette, lightly tapped it on the edge of the table, his domineering gaze sweeping over everyone.

This time, everyone was truly shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Jiang Zhiyuan...

”Before and during Christmas, clear your schedules. If you can’t make time then...”

Mu Yichen took another drag of his cigarette, looking at his childhood friends with a look that was half-mocking, half-serious, and finally fixed his gaze on Jiang Zhiyuan.

Jiang Zhiyuan was still stunned and took a while to react, raising his hand and pointing at everyone: ”This means war!”

Seeing Jiang Zhiyuan’s wide-eyed surprise, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

”Brother Yichen, you and Xiaomu are finally getting married?”

”Ah, our Mumu is just going to be spirited away by you like that?”

”That’s not fair, why do you get to marry the beautiful Xiaomu? I also chased after her back in the day.”

Listening to their sour comments, Mu Yichen chuckled involuntarily, the way he smoked exuding an extra air of arrogance.

He didn’t act like someone nearly thirty at all.

”That’s because you didn’t chase her abroad!”

Jiang Zhiyuan kindly reminded him.

”Zhiyuan is right. If I had chased her abroad back then, Xiaomu might have ended up being my wife!”

”Impossible!”

The firm voice came from the confident and exceptional President Mu.

”Jing Brother, now that Yichen is getting married, what about you and Sister-in-law Xiaohao...”

Just as someone was about to ask Jing Feng about his and Helian Hao’s wedding, they were suddenly kicked by someone next to them.

Jing Feng lifted his gaze but remained silent.

His and Helian Hao’s wedding had been delayed again and again, and now that Jing Qing had left, their wedding was even less likely to happen in the short term.

But now he wasn’t so anxious about the wedding. Since Jing Qing’s incident, he actually had some time to breathe.

The dinner party was Zhiyuan’s doing, and since their brotherly affection remained and he just happened to be free, he came.

Every time he thought of Jing Qing, the gathering seemed tinged with melancholy. When she was around, they felt she was out of their league for years, too proud to pay attention to any of them. But after the explosion, they began to miss her.

Jing Feng, with a cigarette in his mouth, poured himself a drink and then raised his glass: ”Why all this nonsense? Let’s have a toast first!”

Upon hearing that, everyone hurriedly emerged from the shadow of that topic, drinking and chatting, and steering clear of forbidden subjects.

The few girls felt helpless. An Li, who had just returned to the country, couldn’t help asking, ”Both of Rongcheng’s most eligible bachelors are taken, what are we single ladies to do now?”

”Sister! You might as well die an old maid. Xiaomu is five years younger than you and is already the mother of two kids!”

Her younger brother sitting beside her couldn’t resist teasing her.

”Get lost! You’re the one who’s going to die an old maid. I’m still a beauty, and if I can’t find a brother-in-law among your buddies, what about guys like Jiang Zhiyuan and Qiao Yi?”

Jiang Zhiyuan, hearing this, immediately shrank his neck: ”Sister, please don’t! I respect you just as much as Xiaoming does.”

Xiaoming is An Li’s younger brother, An Ming. Because his full name was only one character different than his sister’s, people called him Xiaoming from a young age.

”Bro! Can we drop the ’Xiaoming’?”

An Ming voiced his protest.

While An Li and another female friend of the same age went to the restroom, An Li sighed, ”I never would have expected it. Jing Qing leaves, and here comes Qin Mu. What’s with our luck?”

”Tough luck! Anyway, I’m not touching Mu Yichen anymore. Jing Qing committed suicide because of his cold-heartedness; I think any woman in the world with a brain wouldn’t dare to even fantasize about him.”