His Beloved Treasure

”Yichen isn’t the kind of person to be promiscuous, Mumu...”

”I know! He’s not like you! And I’m not my mother! But I can’t just let this incident pass as if nothing happened.”

Qin Mu looked at him, then defiantly turned to gaze out the window.

He had cleared all the snow in the city, but hardly dealt with the snow at his own home.

Qin Mu’s eyes moved, and she immediately regretted what she had just said.

Qin Haiming, however, lowered his head, ”I know, you think I have no right to speak on such matters, but I am your father. I want you to have a good life, especially your romantic life. Do you really think I want you to live half of your life as confused as I did? Mumu, no parents in the world want their children to live so cluelessly.”

With his head lowered, Qin Haiming had said so much, and Qin Mu also tried hard to calm herself, but somehow, she suddenly choked up.

She lowered her head, her eyes reddening and feeling hot.

”If my mom were still alive, there would be so many grievances I wouldn’t have to keep inside!”

She suddenly burst into tears, the calm she presented to others couldn’t mask the extreme distress in her heart at that moment.

When she said those words, her throat was hoarse; she just couldn’t control herself, especially in front of her biological father.

Qin Haiming truly couldn’t imagine how she had endured these years.

All her pretense of strength was just because she had no one to rely on.

Qin Haiming suddenly didn’t know what to say, even a hug that a father should offer his daughter made him hesitate and afraid to give.

Afraid she would reject it, afraid she would rage, afraid she would cry.

These years, he really owed her too much.

”I’ll be going now, he can go back on his own.”

Qin Mu stood up. The servant had just brought out some sweet soup when she watched her lowering her head, putting on her coat, and walking out with her bag over her shoulder.

”Miss, she...”

”Never mind!”

Qin Haiming waved his hand to have the soup taken back, also with his head lowered, unable to lift it for a long time.

——

On the sixth day of the new lunar year, Mu Yichen drove the old master back to his hometown.

Mu Qingxin and Jiang Yan also left, and the house suddenly quieted down.

During the day, Mu Zihao took Huanhuan out to play, leaving Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua at home.

Qin Mu could sit with a piece of paper all morning, yet Feng Fanghua couldn’t stand watching her work state.

”You’re always looking down; doesn’t your neck hurt?”

Feng Fanghua brought her a bowl of bird’s nest to the study. She admired her fashion designs’ poise and style but still worried, hoping she wouldn’t fall ill before becoming famous.

”It doesn’t hurt! Thank you, Mom!”

Qin Mu smiled, holding the bird’s nest in her hands, feeling just a bit hungry.

”It will hurt, I’m sure. You people, if you don’t take care now, you’re bound to develop problems later. It would be best if you stretched a bit after drawing for a while, rather than sitting for a whole morning, all right?”

Feng Fanghua sat opposite her and advised.

”Yes!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh out, recently Feng Fanghua’s concern for her seemed truly sincere.

It was as if ever since she told her to treat her like her own daughter, she had been so earnestly caring for her.

Qin Mu felt a guilty conscience, feeling like she had done nothing, yet had caused her elders such concern.

”Sigh! Yichen hasn’t been to the countryside for years; I don’t know if he’ll cope.”

After worrying about her daughter-in-law, she began to worry about her son.

Being an elder probably means that you can’t help it, involuntarily worrying and caring for your children.

Qin Mu wasn’t worried about him; after all, he was a grown man, so how could staying somewhere be an issue?

Moreover, having one person away for a while was actually good for both of them.

As the mother and daughter had their respective thoughts, Qin Mu’s phone on the table began to ring.

Qin Mu recognized it as an unfamiliar number but felt some recollection.

”You carry on, I’ll go check on Chengcheng.”

”It’s Zhuo Wen!”

Qin Mu said.

Feng Fanghua had just stood up, but upon hearing those words, she looked over at her.

Qin Mu answered the call, ”Hello?”

”Let’s meet. I have something to say to you.”

Zhuo Wen’s voice still sounded a bit odd, probably because her injury hadn’t healed yet.

”I have nothing to say to you.”

Qin Mu replied.

”If you don’t come, I’ll jump off from the 22nd floor.”

Zhuo Wen suppressed her anger, but her tone still betrayed her.

”That has nothing to do with me. Please don’t call me again.”

After Qin Mu finished speaking, she hung up the phone, wondering what Zhuo Wen could possibly want from her.

”What did she say?”

Feng Fanghua was somewhat concerned and turned to ask her.