His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen was engrossed in another sports program, a bit too seriously. After snapping out of it, he looked towards the woman leaning on his shoulder, showing signs of fatigue.

”Yeah! I just found out today! Has Jing Feng had a drink with you alone recently?”

Qin Mu lifted his eyes to look at him, curiously asking.

”No!”

Mu Yichen thought about it; the two of them hadn’t eaten alone together in a long time.

”Is it still because of Jing Qing’s affair?”

”Perhaps!”

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed, disliking this topic.

”Xiaohao has been feeling a bit uncertain about their relationship recently. When you have time, help me test Jing Feng.”

”Okay!”

Qin Mu leaned back on his shoulder again with a sigh of resignation after hearing his agreement, suddenly staring at the TV: ”I’m sleepy!”

”Go to sleep!”

As Mu Yichen spoke, he lifted his hand, wrapping his arm around her to let her lie comfortably on his lap.

Qin Mu then lay on his legs and fell asleep in less than three minutes.

Later, Mu Yichen looked down at her sleeping and couldn’t help but smile, draping the blanket he had prepared over her and continued to watch the television screen.

He then took out his phone to find Jing Feng’s number, intending to call Jing Feng, but a call came in before he could dial out.

”Come out for drinks!”

”Come to my office for tea tomorrow!”

”Alright!”

It seems that men’s phone calls can always end so simply.

After putting down his phone, Mu Yichen looked at the woman sleeping on his lap, thinking that she had promised so confidently to watch the game with him, and yet she had fallen asleep so soundly after not too long.

After setting aside the phone, he gently lifted her from his lap and carried her directly to the room upstairs.

Sleeping, of course, is more comfortable on a bed.

After setting her down, he did not rush to leave but lay down with her on the bed, fearing that a hasty retreat might disturb Qin Mu’s sleep.

Qin Mu needed to sleep at least ten hours every day recently, a fact of which she remained blissfully unaware.

Every night after ten o’clock, she would become sleepy and struggle to keep her eyes open, yet she still thought she could control it like she used to when she was single?

When Qin Mu woke up in the morning, she thought she was still dreaming. How could it be so bright?

Then, turning over and seeing him propped up on one hand, looking at her in the sunlight, she lay back down on the bed.

”I must be dreaming!”

Qin Mu said, trying to sound serious.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh: ”Yeah! This dream probably won’t end!”

Mu Yichen could only agree.

Qin Mu immediately turned her head to look at him: ”Didn’t we agree to watch the game together?”

”But then Mrs. Mu fell asleep!”

Mu Yichen stated, looking at her with an indulgent gaze.

Qin Mu...

Why did his gaze feel so difficult? Qin Mu licked her lips, then burrowed into his embrace to act coquettishly: ”I don’t care, you promised to wake me up if I fell asleep!”

Mu Yichen looked down at her playful appearance: ”Mrs. Mu, your coquettish demeanor right now is really unimpressive.”

Qin Mu...

What does it feel like to be wounded by one’s own husband?

”Are all the wedding dresses in place for tomorrow?”

Mu Yichen shifted the topic, so she wouldn’t keep feeling guilty about not accompanying him to watch the game last night.

”Yes!”

”I have arranged with the photographer. Let’s take the wedding photos in the next few days!”

His hand reached out to caress her lower abdomen, which was already different from before.

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu finally stopped fretting about last night and became serious: ”Alright!”

In the morning, Qin Mu went to the store. The mall had already withdrawn the counters, and all the fashion items had been transported to Central Street, where the new manager also officially took charge.

Mu Yichen went to the office building, and at 10:30 AM, Jing Feng arrived as promised.

The secretary, Xi, was taken aback upon seeing Jing Feng; it had been a long time since Jing Feng had visited their office building.

”Mr. Jing!”

Secretary Xi greeted him politely.

”Yes! Is Mu Yi in?”

”Our boss is here!”

Jing Feng nodded and knocked on the door before pushing it open and entering.

Mu Yichen looked up and saw him.

”Am I interrupting your work?”

As Jing Feng walked over, he asked and sat down opposite him.

”Ah! Being so formal?”

Mu Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, asked, quickly finished checking and signing the document, set it aside, and then pressed the intercom to call in Secretary Xi: ”Prepare a pot of good tea for Mr. Jing.”

”Right away!”

Secretary Xi said and went about her business.

Just then, Qiao Yi came up, exchanged a glance with Secretary Xi, who looked at him and, without a greeting, went off to prepare the tea. Qiao Yi frowned and, scratching the back of his head, knocked on the door to the president’s office.