His Beloved Treasure

This kind of trouble, if not resolved as soon as possible, will haunt you in the future.

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After Mu Qingxin’s heartfelt apology, Qin Mu went to the studio to find Mu Yichen and asked, ”Have you been busy lately?”

Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and seriously checking his phone emails, Mu Yichen looked up, ”Hmm?”

”Nothing!”

Qin Mu could only smile wryly, seeing how he was right there with her, but his eyes were glued to his phone.

Qiao Yi said he was actually extremely busy recently, but he still managed to come home on time every day and even found time to visit her office for some alone time with her. Qin Mu just quietly watched him.

Qin Mu walked over to sit beside him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and resting her chin on it too, looking down at the emails on his phone while silently sighing to herself. She then asked him, ”What’s for dinner tonight?”

”What would you like to eat?”

Mu Yichen turned his head and asked her, his deep gaze falling on her delicate lashes.

”Hmm! As for me! I feel like having hot and sour soup!”

Mu Yichen looked at Qin Mu with tenderness in his eyes and couldn’t help but gently kiss her forehead, ”Okay!”

Qin Mu closed her eyes, feeling his kiss, then leaned on his shoulder. He continued to check his phone emails, and she casually picked up a newspaper to read.

It wasn’t until Xiaomei knocked on the door that Qin Mu lifted her eyes; Mu Yichen was still intently looking at his phone.

Xiaomei made a mouth gesture to Qin Mu, who glanced at the door and then whispered to the person beside her, ”I’ll step out for a bit; I’ll be back soon to keep you company.”

”Hmm!”

Mu Yichen responded, not expecting Qin Mu to suddenly kiss him. He turned to her, lifting his hand to mess with her hair.

”Stop it! You’ve messed up my hair!”

Qin Mu covered her head and protested, then stood up, hands on her hips.

After leaving, Qin Mu gently closed the door behind him and then walked downstairs with Xiaomei, who linked arms with her, ostensibly as a supportive gesture.

”Does that newspaper have some kind of issue?”

”Did you get everything I asked you to fetch from Runuan?”

Qin Mu didn’t answer; she just asked in a low voice and slowly made her way downstairs.

”Yep! Just brought it back, it’s on my desk,” Xiaomei responded while escorting her outside.

After going downstairs, Qin Mu saw the newspaper’s president sitting in their visitor’s lounge, surprisingly without Le Yuanyuan. Qin Mu turned to Xiaomei, who said, ”Didn’t I make myself clear? It’s Le Yuanyuan’s boss who has come over.”

Only then did Qin Mu understand Xiaomei’s earlier comment about the newspaper’s people possibly being sick, but still, she decided to walk over.

”Mrs. Mu!”

The newspaper’s president immediately stood up to greet her when he saw her approaching.

”Hello! Please, have a seat!”

Qin Mu smiled in response and then also took a seat beside him.

”Go and make a cup of tea for President Zhang,” Qin Mu instructed Xiaomei, who nodded and went to make the tea.

President Zhang felt relieved to see Qin Mu treating him with courtesy, not as heavy-hearted as when he had first been sitting there.

”May I know if President Zhang has come to see me... for the interview matter?”

Qin Mu guessed, noting the evasion in President Zhang’s eyes, and suddenly wasn’t sure about the purpose of his visit.

”Oh! No! I’m here because of Yuanyuan’s issue,” President Zhang said, his demeanor surprisingly humble, as if he had given up on his initial intent after understanding Qin Mu’s standpoint.

Hearing him say that he came regarding Le Yuanyuan’s issue, Qin Mu became even more focused on the conversation.

”To be honest, I would really like to conduct the interview with Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu. It would be a good promotion for you as a couple, and for our newspaper, it’s the most beneficial way to enhance our value. But since Mr. Mu and Mrs. Mu are not inclined towards such an arrangement, I have no choice but to let it go. However, if Le Yuanyuan does anything to harm you or your family unilaterally, that has nothing to do with our newspaper,” President Zhang suddenly became serious, a different demeanor from when she last saw him.

Qin Mu found the man rather heartless.

”Yes!”

But since he had come to clear the air.

”Zhang Zhiyuan, what are you talking about?”

When Le Yuanyuan appeared was unknown, but upon hearing the voice coming from the other side of the lounge, Qin Mu and Zhang Zhiyuan turned their heads to look. Le Yuanyuan, incredulous and with her large, watery eyes, gazed at the man sitting on the couch.

Zhang Zhiyuan, clearly not expecting Le Yuanyuan’s sudden appearance, looked somewhat embarrassed as he watched her approach.