His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu quickly signed her name, doing so quite grandly.

Mu Yichen looked down, then said, ”Let’s go then!”

The contract was once again placed into the drawer beneath the coffee table, and he stood up.

Qin Mu, with sharp eyes, took another glance, then followed him.

Honestly, she thought it was possible they might have a quickie right here.

But when had her guesses ever been accurate?

She thought he would ask her to do that thing with him, but instead, he said he wanted to lend her money to buy a car.

Sigh!

So...

On the way back, it was him driving, and yet on the road turning towards home, the car slowly came to a stop.

A dark and windy night!

Did she really think she’d get through safely like that?

But Mu Yichen suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, then turned and pounced on her.

Qin Mu felt the seat suddenly recline backward, then the world spinning around.

All of a sudden, he was straddling her, skillfully pulling her shirt out from her pants and undoing her zipper in one swift motion, while his hands were stirring things up between her lips.

Qin Mu looked at the pitch darkness outside, yet here they were, doing this inside the car.

Shouldn’t they at least turn off the car lights?

Otherwise, isn’t it too eye-catching!

”Heard you’re quite flexible, let’s give it a try!”

Qin Mu...

When cool air hit her skin, he finally stopped blabbering, supported her butt, and then, indescribable.

When the two of them returned home it was already ten, the kids were asleep, the elders had gone back to their rooms, and only the two of them planned to find something to eat in the kitchen when the aunt told them there was dinner left for them.

So, the two of them, no, to be precise, Qin Mu, feeling a bit guilty, ate her dinner while Mu Yichen was exceptionally composed.

After dinner, Qin Mu suggested she go check on their son, and he would check on their daughter, but he kept following her.

Qin Mu felt this was all too familiar and a bit pressuring.

The two sat beside their son’s bed, watching him sleep so sweetly, recalling those painful days.

The little guy still habitually licked his lips while sleeping, Mu Yichen quietly watched, and in a low voice softly asked her, ”Doesn’t he look just like you?”

That lip-licking action.

But how could it be the same? The little guy probably wanted to eat or drink something, while for her, sometimes it was because her lips were too dry, other times it was a reflex due to her mood.

And in Mu Yichen’s heart, the son was mostly like her.

Mu Yichen’s dark gaze turned towards Qin Mu, she’s still so naive!

It was only after they visited Huanhuan that they returned to their room, and just as they crossed the threshold, Mu Yichen embraced her from behind.

Qin Mu was jostled forward, almost ready to fall flat on the ground, but he held her tightly.

”Mrs. Mu! Your husband plans to reward you a bit more.”

”Hm?”

Qin Mu slightly turned her head to look at him, but before she could see him clearly, he suddenly picked her up.

On the large bed, he repeated what he had just done in the car.

Qin Mu thought to herself that she clearly heard him say he would reward her, but in the end...

Ha ha!

Isn’t Mr. Mu’s trickery a bit too deep?

The so-called trap is probably just like him, right?

Later, Qin Mu lay on the bed watching him smoke, and when he saw her looking over, he smiled at her, reaching out gently to stroke her hair like one would with a child.

Qin Mu lifted her head to stop his random strokes and asked him in a raspy voice, ”That contract, did you come up with it yourself, or did someone help you?”

Mu Yichen’s eyes flickered slightly: ”Unspeakable!”

Qin Mu...

Keeping it a mystery, huh? Tsk!

Stubbornly, Qin Mu turned her head and muttered, ”Forget it if you won’t tell!”

Mu Yichen looked at her retreating figure, knowing she was still upset, knowing she still hadn’t forgiven him, but to be together like this, he felt it was better than being apart.

That kind of life was downright maddening.

In this life, he’s probably destined to die over her.

After finishing a cigarette, he quickly lay down and then went over to her side, hugging her from behind and even pinning down her leg.

”That hurts me!”

In the darkness, Qin Mu murmured in discomfort.

”How about this way then?”

Mu Yichen shifted positions and asked again.

His breath continuously lingered in her ear.

Qin Mu felt she really couldn’t muster the energy, otherwise she would definitely want to ride him, let him know which position felt best.

But he couldn’t be holding a grudge because she spoke out against him a few times, deciding never to let her be on top again, right?

Actually, such things entirely depend on the mood at the time, don’t they?