His Beloved Treasure

Huanhuan, though heartbroken, eventually forgot about the school incident as time went on.

It wasn’t until after dinner that Qin Mu came down from upstairs.

Mu Yichen was facing away from the staircase, looking at his phone, but in reality, he was waiting for her.

Qin Mu stopped two flights of stairs away from him, her arms lightly resting on the handrail as she watched his profile with deep, silent eyes, observing him absorbed in his phone.

Suddenly, it struck her how fast time flew.

The once youthful lad had now become a husband, a father of two children, and a man whose thoughts were impenetrable.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but reminisce about her early years in Paris, when one night she ran a high fever and he carried her to a nearby clinic.

She didn’t know why he was at her doorstep, but when she opened the window to let in some air, she saw him sitting under an old tree downstairs.

Time trickled by; could they ever return to their past selves?

She had never understood his thoughts, not when they were children.

However, there came a time when she thought she understood him.

But looking at him now, she realized she had never truly understood him.

It was three minutes later that Mu Yichen noticed her bending over to watch him.

They exchanged looks for a few seconds, and before Mu Yichen could react, Qin Mu straightened up and walked down the stairs with poise.

”Good day, President Mu!”

She greeted him with a smile.

Mu Yichen turned around, his sharp gaze upon her as she stood with her hands in her pants pockets, greeting him with such a sense of distance.

”Good day, Mrs. Mu!”

His thin lips moved slightly as he reciprocated the greeting.

The old master came out of the kitchen and, overhearing their exchange of greetings, looked at them both with surprise for a long while before walking towards the sofa, murmuring, ”What’s with these two kids?”

”Who knows!”

Feng Fanghua replied without much concern, as if used to their little spats.

”When Zhuo Wen was here, they didn’t argue at all. How come they start bickering again when there’s no one else around?”

The old master sat down on the sofa, watching Huanhuan play with Lego, and said to Huanhuan, ”Bring it here, and Grandpa will help you fix it.”

Huanhuan was puzzled, unable to fit the pieces together.

So she immediately brought over the half-assembled Lego, carefully walking over to him.

The old master chuckled to himself, recalling the last time he played with Lego was when Mu Zihao was little.

Huanhuan watched as her great-grandpa assembled the Lego and then looked at his face, her eyes as if asking: Is great-grandpa a magician?

Qin Mu sat next to the old master on the sofa, watching his serious expression while assembling the Lego, and couldn’t help but laugh, asking, ”Grandpa, have you played with this before?”

”I played with it a few times when your father was a child.”

Qin Mu nodded her head and, glancing elsewhere inadvertently, noticed that Mu Yichen had already come to sit down.

”Why so close?”

The old master asked his grandson in confusion upon noticing him approaching.

Mu Yichen sat next to Qin Mu with his legs crossed and hands in his pockets, trying to act cool, but he frowned slightly at the old master’s words.

”Go, go, go, sit over there. The three of us are enough here.”

The old master immediately chased his grandson away.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, wondering if he had any standing in this home at all?

”Dad, it’s time to eat!”

Feng Fanghua called out from inside.

”Alright! Coming now!”

The old master replied but continued to help Huanhuan with the Lego first.

”Great-grandpa, let’s go eat first!”

Huanhuan wasn’t in a rush, but concerned about the old master getting hungry, she said thoughtfully.

”Alright! Let’s listen to our Little Huanhuan and go eat.”

The old master stood up, took Huanhuan’s hand, and together they headed to the dining room.

Meanwhile, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen glanced at each other, Qin Mu said nothing but simply smiled faintly and stood up to walk ahead.

Mu Yichen took a deep breath and followed after her, watching her leisurely stroll and couldn’t help but slow his pace as well.

”Is it about time?”

Just before entering the dining room, Mu Yichen caught up and asked her.

Qin Mu was startled, then turned to look at him.

Mu Yichen whispered a few words in her ear, and Qin Mu’s elbow jabbed into his chest, then she walked ahead.

Mu Yichen held his jabbed chest and exhaled; it really hurt.