His Beloved Treasure

”Mu Yichen, if you’re not going to sleep, could you please get me a glass of water?”

Qin Mu looked up and saw him still standing there, so she ’boldly’ tasked him.

”Sure!”

President Mu, feeling defeated, lowered his head to pour her water. Just as he opened the door of the study, someone almost dashed in from outside, startling him.

”Mrs. Feng!”

Mu Yichen was frightened by his mother, who was eavesdropping around the corner.

”Why so loud?”

Feng Fanghua was also startled by him, and upon seeing his angry look, she immediately became even angrier and almost exploded, but after asking turned around and walked out first.

Mu Yichen held his forehead, then turned to look inside the room.

Qin Mu was staring at the doorway, then froze.

When did the atmosphere in this house become so adorable?

Ms. Feng, such a serious and stern person, also eavesdrops?

And she’s so fierce when caught?

Qin Mu suddenly felt a bit sorry for President Mu, thinking to herself, you should thank me for abducting you to Paris those years, otherwise Mrs. Feng would have tormented you into what kind of shape.

But her eyes looked purely innocent, as if she hadn’t thought of anything.

Mu Yichen left, gently closing the door behind her.

Then he went downstairs to find his father to smoke, mainly because he just realized there were no cigarettes left in the house.

Mu Zihao also wanted to smoke, so the father and son sneaked out and smoked outside the door.

”Did you quarrel with your wife again? What about this time?”

After taking a drag, Mu Zihao treated his son like a younger brother.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, looking at the cigarette between his fingers: ”There were quite a few people chasing my mom back then, right? What were your feelings at that time?”

”Someone’s chasing your wife?”

Mu Zihao’s first reaction was to ask this.

”It never stopped!”

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly again, then took a deep drag.

”It’s just Jian Yan! Jian Yan cares for her, but that kind of father-daughter love cannot become true, not to mention there’s you, the third party, in between. Relax, okay?”

Mu Zihao took another drag, seriously pondering the matter as he spoke.

Mu Yichen thought he heard wrong and turned to look at his father.

”What did you say? Who did you call the third party?”

Mu Yichen asked in a low voice.

Mu Zihao then realized he misspoke and chuckled: ”Back then, there were many chasing your mom, of course, I had to turn a blind eye, otherwise, I would have been drowned by jealousy.”

Mu Zihao cleverly changed the subject.

Mu Yichen, listening to his father’s words, couldn’t bring himself to be as magnanimous, to turn a blind eye?

He’s not an owl!

Actually, Mu Zihao’s words are not entirely true, Feng Fanghua although temperamental, was beautiful, and there were always admirers chasing her before she turned forty, and even after forty, there were still some admirers. Mu Zihao was also overwhelmed by jealousy and came up with quite a few tricks, but as an elder, he still wanted to properly educate his children, though, this was perhaps not the right thing to say.

”I can’t do it!”

Mu Yichen stated, very decisively and seriously.

Mu Zihao looked at him and chuckled lightly: ”Then what do you intend to do?”

”If it comes to that, I will have her close the studio.”

”You’re not joking?”

Mu Zihao shook his head, not believing what he heard.

”What joke? I’m stating facts. My own woman, why should those guys covet her? They have no right.”

”If I were to persuade Mumu to make up with you, then I wouldn’t be your father.”

Mu Zihao snorted, then bypassed him and went inside.

Mu Yichen...

What does this statement mean? Did he say something wrong?

Mu Yichen finished smoking outside by himself, actually regretting saying those words; it would’ve been better kept to himself and executed when the time came.

But now, she knows.

Actually, he also suddenly had that thought, he always wanted to support her career, but later thought, couldn’t her career be realized anywhere?

Mu Yichen finished smoking and returned to the room. Even if she was sulking and didn’t want to come back, he wasn’t angry. He just showered and went to sleep.

Yes! Can’t sleep because of screen scrolling.

The other side of the bed is cold, even in summer, it’s hard to sleep.

Qin Mu originally slacked off and had a video chat with Jian Yan for a while, discussing design. As they talked, Qin Mu got some inspiration and finished fixing the unfinished drawing.

By the time she returned to the room, it was already midnight.

His back was to her, and it seemed like he was already asleep. Qin Mu tiptoed over, looked at his sleeping face, and unconsciously raised her hand to gently tap his nose: Bad guy!