His Beloved Treasure

The night was deep and silent.

In the quiet room, there were effectively three people lying on a single bed.

Qin Mu frowned even in her sleep, as if she wasn’t sleeping deeply.

Mu Yichen lifted his hand to touch her face and unintentionally cast his eyes downward, landing upon Qin Mu’s belly.

It was that little guy bullying his wife again!

Mu Yichen scowled, thinking to himself that he really wanted to pull that little guy out and kick him a couple of times to avenge his wife.

The feud between father and son seemed to be officially forged at that moment.

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When Qin Mu opened her eyes in the morning, she saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning up his shirt and said in a husky voice, ”Help me call Xiaomei, I won’t be going over today.”

”Mm!”

Mu Yichen finished fastening the last two buttons, then went to find her phone to call Xiaomei.

Qin Mu lay on her side in bed, sleeping, unable even to lie on her stomach.

During the latter half of the night, she had a nightmare, dreaming that Mu Yichen had left her, and thus she hadn’t slept well afterward.

After Mu Yichen went to work, Feng Fanghua saw that Qin Mu still hadn’t gotten up and went to their bedroom, where she saw the sleeping girl looking pale. She couldn’t help but feel worried as she sat beside her and lifted her hand to touch her forehead.

”Mumu?”

”Mom! Mom! Mom! Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, mom...”

Qin Mu muttered under her breath, her voice quite muffled.

But in that moment, Feng Fanghua’s hand trembled on her forehead, and she just stared straight at the girl lying beside her.

Almost twenty years, and she still dreams of her mother constantly?

Feng Fanghua sighed helplessly, stroked Qin Mu’s forehead firmly, the corners of her eyes wrinkled with silent tears.

Normally, Qin Mu would never see this sentimental side of her, but at that moment, she simply couldn’t contain herself.

Feng Fanghua recalled when she was pregnant, her own parents still alive, and she acted spoiled before her mother every day, always asking for this or that, or intentionally bossing her mother around.

Yet looking at the girl before her, she sadly had lost her mother early, unable to enjoy the care her own mother gave her during her pregnancy, and she hadn’t felt her mother’s love since she was eight.

Feng Fanghua used to think that everyone experiences pain, and she had never wanted to pity Qin Mu.

But today, she couldn’t help feeling distressed, and raised her eyes to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Qin Mu opened her eyes to see Feng Fanghua with her back to her, raising her hand as if wiping away tears.

”Mom, what’s wrong?”

Qin Mu asked in a hoarse voice.

”Ah, nothing! I’m fine!”

Feng Fanghua, startled by her voice, stood up while wiping her tears, ”If you’re not feeling well, sleep a bit more; I’ll have the maid bring your breakfast up in a little while.”

Feng Fanghua didn’t look back at her again and left after speaking.

After Feng Fanghua went downstairs, Mu Zihao happened to come out of the study and quickly approached her upon seeing her moist eyes: ”What’s this about?”

”That girl is dreaming about her birth mom!”

Feng Fanghua suddenly felt distressed and became tearful again just seconds after saying those words.

It seemed she couldn’t help but cry because she was by Mu Zihao’s side.

”What’s all this? When did you become so emotional, hm?”

Mu Zihao was pained and unsure how to comfort her.

”How can you be so silly? It’s been so many years! Did that woman think of her daughter when she went to crash into those people? But this foolish girl has lived in that shadow for so many years!”

Feng Fanghua murmured; in her eyes, Qin Mu’s mother was good but also truly selfish.

Not only was she young, she had a seven-year-old daughter.

Yet she left so recklessly, just like that.

”Sigh! Stop thinking about it, it’s been so long!”

Mu Zihao hugged her and soothed her gently.

”It’s been a long time, indeed, but has that girl let go? Such behavior always makes me feel like I’ve wronged her, yet she’s never asked me for anything. How do I give to her?”

Feng Fanghua spoke more and more distressfully and eventually felt aggrieved.

Qin Mu stood at the top of the stairs, listening; she dared not descend, fearing that confronting them then would only lead to awkwardness.

She returned to her room but couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

She didn’t know why, but every important day, she would dream about her mother.

Feng Fanghua said her mother was selfish, and she too had resented her, but she had been even harsher, directing all her resentment toward Qin Haiming.

Later, the maid prepared her breakfast and sent it up; she only managed a few bites before lying back down to rest.