His Beloved Treasure

She suddenly relaxed both mentally and physically, lying in bed.

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Even when the two of them were at home in the evenings, sitting next to each other, they were like strangers, each sleeping on their own side of the bed, as if the agreement to not sleep with their backs to each other had truly and finally become invalid.

Later, she felt somewhat unwell; her heartbeat was a bit fast, and when she couldn’t fall asleep, she got up.

It was raining outside; she went downstairs to pour herself a glass of water, then stood at the door watching and listening to the rain.

The water in her hand eventually cooled completely, and it seemed she had grown numb as well.

She was only wearing a thin cardigan over her shoulders, and underneath was a pretty pink camisole.

The sound of rain seemed to quickly immersing one in memories, and it sparked endless associations.

Mu Yichen later went looking for her reflexively, but when he couldn’t find her on her side, he finally realized something and slowly opened his deep black eyes.

Her side of the bed had long since gone cold and empty, just like the feeling in his heart at this moment.

It seems so much of it is cold.

But he didn’t get up; the closed curtains were slowly opened, and lying in bed, he watched the rain outside and heard the sound of the rain as well.

This hot summer, the rain was actually a good thing, but why did they always quarrel whenever it rained?

Thinking of what she said today, he truly had the urge to throw her out at that moment.

But in the end, he just left in a pathetic manner.

How old was he already?

To still be led by the nose by her.

It seemed that he suddenly understood what she had said to him in the elevator at noon.

Was it that he had changed?

Later she didn’t return to her room; upon coming upstairs, she went straight to Huanhuan’s room.

These days, sleeping in the same bed with him was less comfortable than sleeping with her daughter.

Going back to the past actually felt quite good.

Qin Mu suddenly thought, why not just go back to Paris!

But this thought was dispelled the very next morning.

Mu Zihao went to take Huanhuan to school, Feng Fanghua held Chengcheng in her arms, feeding him formula milk, and while doing so, she said to her, ”Do you see if my grandson is becoming more sensible now? Smiling at me every day.”

Qin Mu sat beside and suddenly felt that her thoughts from last night were too naive.

”Mumu, do you think our Chengcheng will grow up to be very charming? He’s already so adorable now, will he become a national heartthrob when he grows up? There’s a not-so-handsome rich second generation who was dubbed a national heartthrob, right? Our Chengcheng is so handsome?”

Feng Fanghua said to her.

”Better not to become some national heartthrob, just to love one woman wholeheartedly, then he’d be a good man.”

Qin Mu thought for a bit and said.

”That’s true too, if a boy is too flirty it’s worrisome as well; you have to teach him properly.”

Feng Fanghua said, looking up at Qin Mu and noticed her eyes were somewhat red.

”Did you not sleep well last night?”

Feng Fanghua asked with concern.

”Maybe it’s the weather, it’s true that I feel a bit unwell.”

Qin Mu gently pressed her own chest.

Feng Fanghua’s heart tightened: ”Then you need to go to the hospital for a check-up quickly, doesn’t Yichen know? Have him take you to the hospital for a check-up.”

”Okay! I’ll go for a check-up this afternoon.”

Qin Mu promised Feng Fanghua, but then suddenly thought, now that she was a family woman, with more than just Mu Yichen by her side, how could she just walk away like this?

In the afternoon, Qin Mu left the house but did not go to the hospital; instead, she went to the cemetery.

There was no rain here, although the weather was overcast, the ground was dry.

She knelt in front of the tombstone, her hand gently picking and throwing away the weeds and some pebbles beside it to a far-off place, before sitting next to the tombstone and leaning against it gently.

How she wished that at this moment, this woman could be alive to guide her in a direction.

But these were mere hopes; she could only move forward with dogged determination.

The weather remained overcast, as though it might rain at any moment.

She sat there from just past three in the afternoon until it was almost dark, then the wind began to pick up, and the distant trees seemed to be competing, their branches and leaves shaking vigorously.

It actually got a bit chilly; her arms were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

But those dark and round eyes were devoid of spirit, glancing only momentarily at the photo on the tombstone.

”Mom, when will we see each other again?”

”Mom, I rarely dream of you now!”

”Mom, I’m so scared that I’ll forget what you look like.”

Qin Mu reached out to gently stroke the tombstone, as tears silently streamed down the edges of her eyes.

After dusk, her car drove back into the city, and when Qin Haiming called her, she greeted Feng Fanghua and then turned her car toward the Qin Family.