His Beloved Treasure

It’s all his toiletry items!

Qin Mu sat on the other side of the bed, his belongings scattered all over the floor, and then he left empty-handed.

He had thrown them in a fit of anger because he was furious at her hot temper.

He said, ”Respect? If you respected me, would you have given me these?”

Disappointment turned into a divide between two people.

——

In the days that followed, they didn’t even see each other.

Mu Yichen would almost return five or six times a week to see the children, but he never again showed up when she was home.

Qin Mu also stopped eating at AM, and he even avoided being in any of the places where he might be seen.

As for Zhuo Wen, her play-acting didn’t work out, and she was sentenced for premeditated murder.

Zhuo Wen’s fiancé also left Rongcheng, and no one cared where he went.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Rongcheng was peaceful once more.

Helian Hao, over eight months pregnant, found it difficult to walk, so during Jing Feng’s business trip, she asked Qin Mu to buy things for her.

Standing at the kitchen door, Helian Hao watched Qin Mu slicing vegetables and couldn’t help but ask, ”Can you actually cook the meal through? I really don’t have any demands for the food right now, as long as it’s cooked.”

Qin Mu glanced back at Helian Hao and said confidently, ”I’ve managed to keep Huanhuan alive, are you still worried I can’t take care of you and the one in your belly?”

Helian Hao couldn’t help but laugh, her hands cradling her belly as she walked to the nearby dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. She asked the woman busy with cooking, ”Are you and Mu Yichen planning to keep up this cold war? It’s been three months since the New Year passed, and spring is almost over.”

”Don’t even mention him to me, or the food won’t get cooked, and I won’t be responsible.”

Qin Mu muttered, jabbing the base of the stew pot with a spoon.

”Ah, Mumu, you’re just too stubborn. This has been going on for so long.”

”Anyway, there’s nothing good to say about Mu Yichen. I can only tell you, I’m going to Paris in a couple of days.”

”What are you going to do in Paris? Can Chengcheng be without you when she’s so young?”

Helian Hao was worried.

”My mother-in-law is going with me,”

Qin Mu replied.

Helian Hao...

”Now, being with the Mu Family, I feel like I’m their own daughter. Mu Yichen probably hates me even more now, since both his parents are on my side.”

Qin Mu said with a bitter smile.

”Does Mu Yichen know about it?”

Helian Hao asked her.

Qin Mu covered the pot with a lid and turned to look at her, ”He doesn’t know, and I’m not going to inform him.”

”You really are carefree,”

Helian Hao muttered, truly worried for her.

”What else can I do if I’m not carefree? When a problem arises between two people, it has to be faced.”

”Why face it instead of finding a way to solve it?”

”Because no one wants to solve it; they’ve just accepted reality,”

Qin Mu said with a sigh, then turned back to heat oil in another pot.

However, before Qin Mu’s meal was ready, Helian Hao’s mother arrived, and although unsatisfied with Qin Mu’s cooking, she didn’t want to complain and instead personally made a few dishes for the two of them.

”Mumu can cook now, that’s pretty impressive!”

During the meal, Helian Hao’s mother brought the soup Qin Mu had made to the table and praised her. Qin Mu smiled awkwardly, ”I just threw something together.”

”It really is just thrown together, Mom, pass me some salt.”

After tasting a spoonful of the soup, Helian Hao immediately asked her mother to help her get some salt.

Qin Mu then remembered, she had only focused on the appearance and forgot to add salt.

”Still, pregnant women shouldn’t eat too much salt,”

Qin Mu said, trying to save face despite the awkwardness.

”You’ve been pregnant, but I’m still an obstetrician,”

Helian Hao immediately retorted.

”An obstetrician who didn’t know she and her friend were pregnant.”

The two of them instantly started teasing each other. Helian Hao’s mother, seeing them so lively together, was happy to let them be.

On Sunday morning, Qin Mu, Feng Fanghua, and the housekeeper, along with the two children and several suitcases of luggage, finally boarded the plane to Paris.

Upon his return, Jing Feng sought out Mu Yichen in his office, ”Knowing she was going to Paris, why didn’t you stop her? If Jian Yan goes to comfort her now, then you’ll just be waiting for a court summons.”

”What summons?”

”For divorce! Would you divorce her? She would have to go through the court.”

Jing Feng sat on the sofa, sipping tea, and with a concerned look, reminded Mu Yichen, who lay across from him playing with his phone, seemingly indifferent to everything.