His Beloved Treasure

”Hmm?”

Mu Yichen’s dark falcon-like eyes gazed at her.

”Li Yu’s matter is in the past now, don’t dwell on it anymore.”

Qin Mu reminded him seriously.

”Get in the car.”

Mu Yichen pressed down on her head, leaving Qin Mu no choice but to duck and climb into the car.

The two of them returned home to find that the children were already asleep. After checking on them, they quietly went back to their room, and then...

Undescribable events unfolded.

The next morning.

Just as the sky lightened slightly, Qin Mu’s throat felt uncomfortable, prompting her to go downstairs to get some water. As she passed Mu Qingxin’s room, she heard faint crying inside. After drinking her water, she lingered in the kitchen for a while.

Thinking about it, given the relationship between the two, she felt it might truly be necessary to offer some comfort and a few words of advice. Qin Mu’s soft fingers loosened their grip on the beautiful crystal cup.

Her wise eyes lowered momentarily, her long lashes trembling slightly. After a few seconds, the silent kitchen was once again filled with faint sounds of footsteps.

On her way back, as she passed Mu Qingxin’s room, Qin Mu hesitated for just a moment before walking over. The door was ajar; Qin Mu’s hand gently gripped the doorknob and saw the trembling silhouette of the girl lying on the bed inside.

”Qingxin?”

Qin Mu called softly.

The presence of another voice in the room instantly made the air grow tense.

The figure on the bed froze, and the room turned utterly silent.

Qin Mu gently closed the door, walked over to the bedside, and sat down. She lay sideways next to Mu Qingxin, pulled up her blanket slightly, and tenderly held her shoulder: ”If this is about Jiang Yan, perhaps we can talk about it?”

Perhaps it was her voice, soft and soothing, that prompted Mu Qingxin to turn her head.

Her watery, stubborn eyes refused to meet Qin Mu’s gaze, but she clung to Qin Mu, her muffled sobbing echoing in her embrace.

”To be honest, I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time, but I kept thinking Mom and Dad would have something to say, so I kept it to myself. Qingxin, he’s the man you love the most.”

Qingxin continued to sob, and it took her a long while to calm down.

”You always complain that he’s too busy, but if he isn’t busy now, then in the future, he’ll have to face the same threats his father once gave him. Do you really want him to go through that kind of life twice in a lifetime?”

Qin Mu gently stroked her hair, her voice gaining strength in the quiet room.

Mu Qingxin raised her eyes to look at her, still stubbornly so.

”Just endure for a few more years—it’ll pass! He’s persevered for so many years to get to where he is today, and all this hasn’t come easily. As the person he loves most, and who loves him the most, shouldn’t you support him?”

Qin Mu continued explaining in a tender tone, devoid of any blame, offering only guidance.

It felt similar to her own missed chances with Mu Yichen when he needed her most, merely due to their small moments of pride. Even now, Mu Yichen still resented her for not reaching out to him all those years ago.

Qin Mu felt that this was the first time in her life she’d comforted someone so gently—and it was undoubtedly necessary.

”Was it my fault?”

Mu Qingxin lifted her tear-soaked lashes and asked.

”It’s not entirely your fault.”

Qin Mu’s hand gently wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, like an older sister soothing her younger sibling.

”Then it’s his fault—he cares more about his career than he does about me.”

Mu Qingxin said as she began sobbing again, quietly this time.

”If you’re unhappy, then argue with him until you feel better, but don’t leave home again.”

Qin Mu said gently.

Mu Qingxin...

”Jiang Yan only went away for a few days, but you left him in anger. And not just once.”

Mu Qingxin...

”Your brother and I both know about it.”

Qin Mu met her shocked gaze and told her.

Mu Qingxin pursed her lips, lowered her gaze with a hint of defiance, and began sniffling again.

”That night, your brother complained to me about something—do you want to hear it?”

Qin Mu asked her.

”Hmm? What was it? Mu Yichen, the big shot?”

Mu Qingxin pouted and murmured. After speaking, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Qin Mu chuckled lightly too, though eventually she set aside the faint laughter that wasn’t truly significant.

The room grew quiet again as Qin Mu gently wiped away her tears and began to recount.

”Back in college, he returned home, juggling his studies and starting his business. Meanwhile, I stayed in France to study fashion design and never took the initiative to contact him. Even now, he’s still holding a grudge over that, and I fear he might resent me for it for the rest of his life.”

Qin Mu lowered her head as she spoke of those past events, feeling a twinge of melancholy.

”Why didn’t you reach out to him back then?”

Mu Qingxin lifted her eyes, speaking about her brother’s situation with more urgency than her own.

”Because of ridiculous pride, because I always felt he was too arrogant, and I couldn’t hold him down.”