His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu sat on the side watching. After seven to eight minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore and picked up a few pieces of fabric placed on the table by Xiaomei to show her.

Ten minutes later, she was still crying. Qin Mu sighed helplessly and then asked, ”Which of these two fabrics do you prefer for a qipao?”

Mrs. Chen heard Qin Mu’s question, lifted her teary gaze to look at her, and then at the two fabrics in her hand. She pinched them both for a moment and replied, still somewhat tearfully, ”This one feels more textured, and this one is softer. I’ll choose the softer one.”

Qin Mu looked at her curiously, her sharp gaze making no effort to hide her skepticism towards Mrs. Chen’s stubbornness.

”I have a great figure, so I look good in anything. Of course, I’ll pick something comfortable.”

Qin Mu...

This woman, this fragile, beaten-down demeanor truly makes people...

Even other women would want to protect her.

Qin Mu gave an awkward smile. She knew this was about the trending topic on Weibo yesterday, but she didn’t expect Mrs. Chen to cry so much, or to show such a delicate and coy side. Most baffling of all, she didn’t expect her to be this willful.

”But! Are you giving it to me?”

Mrs. Chen asked her.

Qin Mu...

”Of course not!”

Qin Mu immediately denied it, entirely unperturbed by Mrs. Chen’s emotions, although she felt slightly awkward after speaking.

”Then...”

Mrs. Chen began sobbing again, nothing like the woman who had grabbed her hand and antagonized her yesterday.

Or was it just a different method of tormenting her?

If it weren’t for Mu Yichen having some people deal with Mrs. Chen, Qin Mu would never have been sitting here listening to her sobbing. She truly hated women who kept crying endlessly.

Qin Mu listened to her ramble for ages without getting to the point. Feeling a little impatient for her, her own expression turned into one of indescribable awkwardness.

”The thing about me hanging out at the nightclub and it ending up online—wasn’t that you?”

Mrs. Chen raised her swollen eyelids to gaze at Qin Mu with wide, pitifully innocent eyes and asked.

”Of course not! Why would I do something like that?”

Qin Mu promptly denied it! Although her heart wavered and her mind was slightly scattered, fortunately, her rationality held the upper hand in the end.

She really wanted to hand Mu Yichen over to her, thinking, ”Go cry to him instead! Mu Yichen can’t stand women crying, so he’ll probably toss you off his penthouse. Between the impact and gore, maybe you’d finally shut up.”

”Then who else could it be? Yesterday, you’re the only one I had any minor argument with at the mall.”

Mrs. Chen lowered her eyes thoughtfully, her fake lashes still glinting with tears.

Qin Mu observed her refined makeup and thought she was so meticulous. Even with tears on her fake lashes, they remained perfectly intact.

”Does it have to be because of yesterday? Couldn’t it be someone you offended at another time, or someone who might despise you for some reason? Maybe yesterday was just a coincidence?”

Mrs. Chen pondered and then raised her eyes in surprise, blinking her pitiful, doe-like lashes. Suddenly, a different emotion gleamed in her eyes, and her demeanor sharpened instantly.

”Could it be that little bitch?”

Mrs. Chen spat the words out through gritted teeth. Her hoarse, tear-choked voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally arresting.

Perhaps all women rage over men in the same way inside their hearts?

Qin Mu suddenly found this woman oddly adorable.

”Sorry, I thought it was you who orchestrated this. I heard you’re close with Wen Runuan. That loathsome bitch loves acting all cool and aloof, but she’s really just a troublemaker.”

Qin Mu...

”What?”

Qin Mu was stunned.

”I’m not saying it was her. I initially thought you had sent her after me. But now that I think about it, it must be someone else! I have to leave now!”

Mrs. Chen stood up as she spoke, grabbing her clutch and bidding farewell to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu, relieved, thought she had narrowly avoided implicating Wen Runuan.

After Mrs. Chen left, Qin Mu sat on the sofa, shaken.

She decided she really couldn’t let her husband meddle in such chaos again. Otherwise, if someone came looking for her again, she wasn’t sure if she could act as unaffected as she had today.

She used to consider herself straightforward, but after today’s incident, she suddenly realized she might be the very type of person she had always hated.

She actually deceived someone, and it didn’t leave her with the slightest guilt.

She picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Mu Yichen.

Mrs. Mu: ”Mrs. Chen came! She cried her heart out—it broke mine.”

Mr. Mu: ”?”

Mrs. Mu: ”She thought it was me and came crying to complain. Later, I redirected her to another suspect.”

Mr. Mu: ”?”

Mrs. Mu: ”What’s with that face? Are you dumb?”

Mr. Mu: ”I thought someone took your phone by mistake!”

Mrs. Mu: ”...”

Mu Yichen was sitting in his office diligently reviewing documents. When he saw his wife claiming to feel sorry for another woman crying her heart out, he felt hurt. She’d never said she felt sorry for tormenting him until he was a wreck.

Mr. Mu: ”So, is she gone now?”

Mrs. Mu: ”Yep! She left! That’s why I’m messaging you! Don’t do such things again; otherwise, I’ll tell the next person to go straight to you and cry on your shoulder.”

Mr. Mu: ”If you dare!”

Mrs. Mu: ”Is that a threat?”

Mr. Mu: ”Think it over yourself!”

Mrs. Mu: ”...”

Mr. Mu: ”...”

Mrs. Mu: ”...”

The WeChat exchange ended. Qin Mu, feeling a little annoyed, then texted Helian Hao: ”Lunch is on me. AM grand meal.”

”I feel like having lobster. I heard the restaurant just got in Australian lobsters today—I’ll just have two,” Helian Hao replied.

Qin Mu almost dropped her phone. Australian lobsters at AM’s prices...

Heh!

Still, Qin Mu agreed without hesitation: ”OK!”

By the time Helian Hao arrived at the restaurant for lunch, she found Mu Yichen and Jing Feng already sitting at the table she and Qin Mu had reserved. Each with his own phone, neither of them acknowledged the other, engrossed in their devices.

But where was Qin Mu?

Confused, Helian Hao walked over and sat down. When both men looked up at her, she asked, ”Where’s Qin Mu?”

”She said something came up and she’d be late. Let’s just order first,” Mu Yichen said, sliding the menu over to her.

Helian Hao didn’t even glance and directly ordered the four Australian lobsters she had discussed with Qin Mu.

Then she asked what kind of red wine they wanted. Since both men liked the same brand, it was an easy choice.

When Qin Mu finally strolled in fashionably late, she saw that they had already opened the wine. She walked over and teased, ”Wow, opened the wine this early? Jing Jian must be footing the bill in a big way today, huh?”

Qin Mu’s gaze shifted to Jing Feng, who raised his eyelids slightly, meeting her with a faintly smug yet incredibly punchable expression.

”Who’s footing the bill?”

Helian Hao reflexively asked.

”Your husband, of course. He said he wanted to treat us to a meal because we skipped the banquet at your son’s hundred-day celebration, even though we gave gift money,” Qin Mu replied with a sweet smile, kindly reminding her.

Helian Hao instantly sent her a murderous glare, but Qin Mu just smiled serenely and asked, ”Did you order the lobsters? Xiaohao was craving them.”

Feeling indignant, Helian Hao lowered her head and pulled her phone out of her bag to text Qin Mu.

Dr. Hao: ”You little witch, setting me up big time!”