His Beloved Treasure

”Alright, I’ll ask Auntie to help replace it later.”

Uncle Wang chatted with Qin Mu for a bit before hanging up the phone, then immediately said to Qin Haiming, ”Miss Qin said she’ll come back tomorrow afternoon to have lunch with you.”

”You too, she’s so busy, why do you keep asking her to come back and eat with me all the time?”

Qin Haiming frowned, his expression particularly stern.

This made Uncle Wang feel a bit awkward, lowering his head as he thought, ”Isn’t it you who actually wants Miss Qin to come back and have a meal with you?”

After setting down the phone, Qin Mu let out a long breath and looked up at Mu Yichen. ”The big boss is sick and needs a visit.”

Mu Yichen said nothing, only looked at her with that indulgent gaze of his, then pulled her into their room.

The study’s light went out, and the door was closed.

The main light in their bedroom was turned off too, leaving only a standing lamp by the window lit.

”Uncle Wang being stuck between you and your father isn’t easy.”

Mu Yichen made this comment after they returned.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile as she lowered her head to look at her phone, recalling Uncle Wang’s rather animated tone over the phone earlier—Uncle Wang indeed had it rough.

”I’m heading to the Qin Family for lunch tomorrow. Do you want to come along?”

Qin Mu looked at Mu Yichen and asked, her almond-shaped eyes filled with expectation.

”Next time!”

Mu Yichen gently wrapped his arms around her from behind as they walked toward the bed in unison.

After Qin Mu sat down on the bed, Mu Yichen straddled her knees. Qin Mu couldn’t help but feel like their roles were reversed. She laughed and hugged him—she had to hold onto him, or else she’d fall backward.

”Next time, I’ll accompany you; this time you go alone.”

Mu Yichen spoke seriously.

Qin Mu figured he wanted to give her and Qin Haiming some alone time. She thought to herself, ”Actually, if Mu Yichen went along, Qin Haiming would probably be happier, perhaps even more so than seeing me.”

Elders tend to think a lot more than young people—about everyone’s value and utility, including their own.

As for the younger ones, they were still tangled up in their emotions.

”Lift your head so I can get a good look!”

Mu Yichen raised his hand to pinch her chin, but Qin Mu reflexively grabbed his hand and rested it on her shoulder, stopping him from pinching her chin.

”What’s there to look at? You can probably conjure up a passionate scene all on your own even if I’m not standing in front of you.”

Qin Mu said this but suddenly felt something amiss because whenever either of them went on a business trip, during phone calls...

Qin Mu suddenly fell silent, while Mu Yichen unexpectedly laughed, then pinned her down onto the bed.

”Mrs. Mu is so adorable, I can’t resist.”

His voice lowered as he spoke to Qin Mu from above.

Qin Mu gave him just a fleeting glance before averting her face; if their eye contact lasted too long, her cheeks would turn red.

Mu Yichen had such deep, captivating eyes.

——

Late in the night, thunder struck again, waking Qin Mu, who then went to Huanhuan’s room. She happened to run into Feng Fanghua as well. Feng Fanghua said, ”I’ll sleep with Huanhuan. You take Chengcheng to your room.”

”Okay!”

The two of them went into separate rooms, though the siblings were actually sleeping soundly.

Feng Fanghua lay down on Huanhuan’s bed and gently patted her. In truth, Huanhuan was sleeping just fine on her own.

Qin Mu lifted Chengcheng gently and carried him to her room. Mu Yichen had also woken up, so he made space for the little guy on their bed.

The night grew darker, but it wasn’t peaceful.

Still, their bed felt warm.

After retreating to one side, Mu Yichen made sure to tuck Chengcheng in before asking, ”Where’s Mu Chenghuan?”

”Mom’s with her!”

Qin Mu replied softly.

Mu Yichen then lowered his gaze to his treasured son. This little guy had only gotten more adorable as he grew older, but... why did his face seem to have grown as big as a basin?

”This kid’s put on quite a bit of weight lately.”

Mu Yichen frowned unawares, letting out a comment.

”It’s not that bad, is it? Mom’s always worried he might go hungry.”

Qin Mu gently wiped away some drool from the corner of his mouth, cleaned her hand, and laid beside him, both parents lying on their sides, facing Chengcheng.

”As long as he doesn’t overeat, we should be grateful!”

Mu Yichen looked at his son as he spoke.

Qin Mu...

Suddenly, a loud rumble of thunder sounded outside. Both Qin Mu and Mu Yichen reflexively placed their hands gently on Chengcheng, inadvertently overlapping their hands.

Mu Yichen’s dark, hawk-like eyes turned toward Qin Mu. It had only been a couple of hours since their earlier exchange, yet at this moment, this sense of unspoken understanding...

Qin Mu’s heart thudded heavily. She quickly withdrew her hand from his palm.

Mu Yichen lowered his gaze as well. Certain feelings were slowly being suppressed.

Eventually, the family of three squeezed together on the bed and fell asleep. It wasn’t until almost dawn that the rain reluctantly stopped.

In areas with poor drainage on the outskirts, there was already significant pooling of water, but in the city, the ground was merely slick and wet.

It seemed that no matter how torrential the rain, once the sun emerged, by midday, the roads in higher areas began to dry.

On her way to the Qin family home with fresh flowers and healthy supplies in tow, Qin Mu glanced at the large bouquet of lilies sitting in the passenger seat and unknowingly smiled.

She hadn’t asked for fancy wrapping, choosing instead a simple kraft paper wrap. None of the buds had bloomed yet.

She’d bought them with the intention of decorating the family home.

Their style wasn’t for gifting to friends or ordinary elders.

When she returned home, she heard Qin Haiming was upstairs in a video conference, so she didn’t speak loudly. She handed the supplements to Auntie and then went to find a vase to arrange the flowers and fill it with water.

Sure enough, the lilies at home had already wilted.

It seemed like every time she didn’t come to replace them, no one else would buy them.

”Auntie, if the flowers wilt next time, just buy some fresh ones on your own.”

Qin Mu said this as she filled the vase with water.

”I wanted to do that, but the boss said not to.”

Auntie replied softly, as if afraid Qin Haiming might suddenly come downstairs and overhear them.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything else, only went over to the sofa, grabbed her purse, and pulled out a card.

”There isn’t much money on this card, but it’s enough for household expenses. The flowers mustn’t run out—this is my first request.”

Qin Mu said gently.

Auntie looked down at the card in Qin Mu’s hand. As she accepted it, she hesitated. ”But if the boss asks about it?”