His Beloved Treasure

”Hmm!”

”How is it?”

”Nothing much. Just chatting about how he knows my current preferences. He said working with you was very pleasant! Mu Yichen, just how many things are you two keeping from me?”

Qin Mu turned the car around, casually talking to him on speakerphone.

”Oh? Shall I tell you tonight, how does that sound?”

Qin Mu didn’t answer, but couldn’t help smiling.

She suddenly realized that she’s been back for so long now, long enough that she could walk this road with her eyes closed.

”Mu Yichen, I’m craving cake now. Bring some back for me after work.”

”Alright!”

Mu Yichen stood by the window, his dark eyes partly narrowed as he looked outside. When he heard her say this, his brows moved ever so slightly, but he still replied gently.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Mu’s car arrived at the studio.

Xiaomei approached her as soon as she got out, speaking quietly: ”There’s a woman here to apply for a position.”

”Apply for a position?”

”She has quite impressive credentials.”

Xiaomei whispered, as a reminder.

”But we’re not hiring anyone right now.”

Qin Mu mentioned softly. Their studio wasn’t planning on adding staff at the moment. If none of their colleagues were leaving, she and Jian Yan never wanted to hire anyone new.

”She’s been sitting in the reception area for a while now. She seems very confident. Go take a look for yourself.”

After Xiaomei walked with her inside, she didn’t follow her to the reception area. Qin Mu went over on her own.

The girl looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed impeccably. Hearing the sound of high heels, she turned toward Qin Mu and politely stood up to nod at her: ”Miss Qin.”

Qin Mu glanced at her beautiful face and perfect figure, smirking slightly. She really was a sight for sore eyes.

”Please, have a seat!”

Qin Mu’s bright eyes swept over her once before heading to her usual seat.

The two appeared to be around the same age, but Qin Mu came across as more composed and reserved, while the woman across from her seemed lively, almost eager to display herself.

”My name is Bian Jingwen. I’m a native of Rongcheng. After university, I immigrated to Italy with my parents, focusing exclusively on fashion design. Here’s my resume. I’ve been working for three years now.”

Bian Jingwen spoke while picking up the portfolio she had placed on the table and handing it to Qin Mu, who received it elegantly and opened it to take a look.

Bian Jingwen observed Qin Mu—remarkably quiet but radiating presence. Thinking about this studio, she straightened her posture, waiting for Qin Mu’s evaluation.

After reading through the resume, Qin Mu lightly gripped it in her hand, raised her eyes, and asked, ”Our studio doesn’t have any plans to bring on new talent. Technically, I didn’t even need to meet you. So, since I’m sitting here, Miss Bian, can you tell me why you want to apply to our studio?”

Her graduating school was from a prestigious design institution, but everyone here came from renowned design academies and had been mentored by Jian Yan for years. Hence, Qin Mu wasn’t particularly surprised, simply calm as she questioned her.

”I believe that with my abilities, only a studio like JY is worthy of me.”

Bian Jingwen said as she turned and took several design sketches out of her Chanel bag, the latest model.

”These are all my works. Two of them even won first place in design competitions.”

Qin Mu nearly laughed but pressed her lips together to maintain composure. However, her coworkers couldn’t resist their curiosity. Two of her colleagues, both women, set their pens aside and walked over to stand behind Qin Mu, earnestly taking the designs from her hands to review.

Bian Jingwen was briefly startled by the sudden appearance of the two designers but quickly held her breath, thinking her portfolio was strong and impressive.

After reviewing the designs, the two women nodded before smiling and starting a conversation in their native tongue.

Bian Jingwen froze. She had no idea what they were saying, but something told her it probably wasn’t praise.

Qin Mu sat upright across from her, watching the subtle changes in her expression.

”Are you curious about what they’re saying?”

Qin Mu smiled faintly, asking her.

”Is it French?”

Bian Jingwen furrowed her brows slightly but nodded inquiringly.

”Yes! These two designers have been winning awards since their days in design school. I imagine their homes are now overflowing with trophies. For the last couple of years, they’ve intentionally avoided competitions to give newcomers a chance.”