His Beloved Treasure

”With you here, what am I afraid of?”

Mu Yichen lifted his eyelids, even though he wasn’t happy that Jing Feng brought this up, but since they did start talking about it.

”Sorry, but I might end up siding with my wife when the time comes.”

Mu Yichen...

”Jing Qing came back, she knows you two are not seeing each other now, she said she saw it coming.”

Jing Feng had been deep in thought for a long while, but still brought it up.

It was then that Mu Yichen rose from the sofa and, looking up at Jing Feng with displeasure, said, ”Don’t let her cause any more trouble, I’m really scared, bro.”

Zhuo Wen made him really start to fear women.

If Jing Qing was about the feelings that grew from childhood, then Zhuo Wen was truly insane.

He really couldn’t play around anymore; from now on, his plan was to keep his distance from every woman as far as possible.

Then Secretary Xi knocked on the door and reminded him after opening it, ”President Mu, you have a social engagement at eight tonight, you... don’t forget.”

The look Mu Yichen gave her scared her so much she almost couldn’t continue.

”Get out!”

With just an indifferent word from Mu Yichen.

”Can’t you go easy on Secretary Xi?”

”Now, just seeing a woman annoys me.”

Mu Yichen leaned back in the sofa and said.

”No wonder you didn’t stop Qin Mu from deciding to go to Paris for half a year, you really are annoyed. So what Xiaoqing said makes sense, you two really can’t get past this.”

”How long did you say she’s going?”

Mu Yichen suddenly felt as though his ears must be playing tricks on him.

”Half a year, I heard from Xiaohao, Qin Mu’s trip to Paris will be at least half a year, maybe even a year.”

Mu Yichen...

”Didn’t you know all this?”

Jing Feng poured himself another cup of tea, leaned back on the sofa lazily and watched Mu Yichen space out.

Mu Yichen had no idea she was going for so long; Feng Fanghua only said she was going to Paris with Qin Mu, without uttering any extra word.

At that time, he might have been trying to play it cool, but as his mother, shouldn’t she be a little more serious and responsible for her son?

”Ha! Even if you chase after her now, she might just be indifferent to it.”

Mu Yichen suddenly stood up, and Jing Feng lifted his eyes to look at him, leisurely reminding him.

Mu Yichen turned and walked toward the window, feeling like he had the kind of urge to jump out.

”Just let that woman never come back; Paris suits her best.”

Mu Yichen said to Jing Feng, his back turned, speaking as if he really meant it, as if he didn’t need her anymore.

”When I get home later I’ll have Xiaohao tell her, although I’m very close to Qin Mu, such hurtful words are best conveyed by a close friend.”

Mu Yichen...

”You people really are something!”

Mu Yichen gritted his teeth, looking at Jing Feng’s laid-back attitude as if to say, do whatever you want, then he turned back towards the window speechlessly.

That night, Mu Yichen returned to the Mu Family home, only to find Mu Zihao at home watching TV.

”The young master has returned!”

The staff went to greet him.

”Mhm!”

Mu Yichen acknowledged, then walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa: ”Mom’s been gone for several days now, aren’t you going to call and check on her?”

”Just finished calling.”

Mu Zihao said with his head down, seriously reading the newspaper.

Mu Yichen turned to look at him and realized that Mu Zihao wasn’t paying him any attention at all.

”You’ve never been apart from my mom for so long, and now you’re letting her stay in Paris for half a year. Do you really not miss her?”

Mu Yichen turned slightly, asking him seriously and earnestly.

”Haha! I’ll let you in on a secret, I’ve actually been looking forward to this day. It’s so much freer to be home alone.”

Mu Zihao approached him, whispering these words, and then laughed after saying them.

Mu Yichen...

Father and son sat on the couch watching the news for a while, and after having dinner, Mu Yichen got ready to go upstairs.

”Hey, Mu Yichen, weren’t you not supposed to stay home?”

Mu Zihao came out of the dining room and stopped his son to ask him.

Mu Yichen didn’t turn around, but just stood straight with his back to the stairs as he listened to his father finish the sentence. After making sure his father was just teasing him, he sighed helplessly and then continued upstairs with long strides.

Not staying at home, where else could he go?

With both his son and daughter following along, Mu Yichen wondered if Huanhuan, who had always wanted to live in Paris, would now never want to come back.

She should have been sent to school earlier. Then Qin Mu wouldn’t have had the chance to take the kids away on a long trip.

If Huanhuan had started school, and Chengcheng needed to nurse, she couldn’t possibly stay away on her own for very long, and Feng Fanghua would never leave her granddaughter to accompany her to Paris.

Thinking about all this, Mu Yichen felt regret so intense it was almost physically painful.

Late at night, he couldn’t help but pick up his phone and scroll aimlessly for a while, then he saw Qin Mu had posted a photo on her Moments without any words, just a picture.

It showed her daughter holding onto a children’s cart, looking at the little brother inside it.

Such a beautiful and blissful scene.

Jiang Zhiyuan commented beneath it, ”Xiaomu, take good care of my nephew and niece, and don’t let them be wronged in Paris.”

”My nephew seems to have grown a lot since the last time I saw him!” Qiao Yi also posted.

Mu Yichen sneered when he read it, thinking, you brats, are you asking for a beating?

Qin Mu was also browsing her Moments, and smiled faintly after seeing everyone’s comments and likes.

There were no messages from a certain someone, though!

Qin Mu remembered how Feng Fanghua had disdained her for the small place she had when they first arrived here.

But it didn’t take long before Feng Fanghua fell in love with it, coaxing the children outside to bask in the sun every day, watering the flowers on the balcony, enjoying life quite contentedly.

Sometimes, when Qin Mu was working at home, Feng Fanghuan would dress up fashionably and go shopping with the nanny and Huanhuan.

In the blink of an eye, they had been in Paris for a week.

Mu Yichen hadn’t sent her a single message, not even a status update.

It was as if from the day she threw his stuff back at him, he no longer wanted to see her.

In the middle of the night, after feeding Chengcheng, she quietly went to the study. Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, she turned on the lamp and began to work there.

Jian Yan said that they couldn’t be negligent with this fashion show, as this time both their names would appear on the invitation, not just his. He wanted everyone to see her achievements over the past few years.

Qin Mu was deeply absorbed in her design work when suddenly her phone beeped. She looked, and to her surprise, it was from Helian Hao, ”When are you planning to return? You might give birth at the end of the month.”

”Whatever happens, I’ll rush back for your delivery.”

Qin Mu replied to her.

Seeing that she was awake, Helian Hao video-called her. Qin Mu answered and saw Helian Hao appear on the screen, with her now short and somewhat fluffy hair, very fitting for a pregnant woman soon to be a mother.

”Calling me for a video chat so late, aren’t you afraid of disturbing my sleep?”

”If there were other men around you, I might be concerned, but since there’s no one, what am I afraid of?”

Helian Hao asked her, resting her chin on her hands in front of the dining table, with two men standing not far from her.

”Even if there were other men, I’d hide them so you wouldn’t see! Show me my nephew.”

Qin Mu said.

Helian Hao moved the camera down to her stomach, then steadied the phone again, ”If you don’t come back soon, Mu Yichen might fall ill. Don’t say your sister didn’t warn you.”

Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat, then she quickly asked, ”What happened to him?”

”What else? He’s been sick since you left, had a fever for three days straight, and vomits whenever he eats. Is that worrying or what?”

Helian Hao responded with a slightly raised voice.