His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mingzhu raised her aching eyes to look at Qin Mu. At this moment, she suddenly couldn’t doubt the girl in front of her, the girl she despised so much.

”Are you happy now? My mom is dead, and she died just like your mom did.”

Qin Mingzhu suddenly closed her eyes, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and began crying uncontrollably.

This incident was a bolt from the blue for everyone, but for Qin Mingzhu, it was naturally even more devastating.

”What am I supposed to be satisfied about? My life is so good now. I’ve long been free from seeing you or dealing with you, but it’s your mom’s mess that’s making you suspect me again, tormenting me—”

Qin Mu gazed at Qin Mingzhu, feeling a strange sense of powerlessness.

Some words felt unnecessary to say out loud.

Qin Mu had once thought that woman deserved to die.

But then, later on... much later...

”It must be because you cursed her! That’s why she had the car accident! It’s all your fault! All your fault!”

Qin Mingzhu cried out again, burying her face in her hands, bowing her head as she sobbed.

Qin Mu simply watched in silence. At this moment, she knew she should reach out and embrace the girl in front of her, comforting her.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

If everything was destined by fate, then staying seated and uninvolved might be the best thing she could do.

Qin Mu couldn’t help her. So, she turned and walked over to the glass wall, standing there.

Only when she distanced herself and faced away from Qin Mingzhu did her heart cease to ache as intensely.

The entire afternoon, Qin Mingzhu cried in her office. At first, she cried standing up. Later, she ran to the couch and cried sitting down. When she grew exhausted crying while seated, she lay down and cried.

Downstairs, Xiaomei and the others listened for a long time until they couldn’t take it anymore. Xiaomei charged upstairs and forcefully pushed open the door, yelling inside, ”Hey, are you crazy? Coming to our studio to wail like this?”

Qin Mu turned her head toward the doorway, looking at the enraged and bewildered Xiaomei. Xiaomei stared at the woman sprawled on the couch, her sobbing gradually quieting down, then turned to look at Qin Mu in a bit of shock.

”Leave for now!”

Qin Mu said weakly.

Eventually, Qin Mingzhu cried herself to sleep.

Qin Mu picked up her blazer and gently draped it over Qin Mingzhu, then walked back to the window.

Her eyes remained calm, all her emotions sinking down to the dust.

”Mom, if you were still alive, seeing all this, what would you think?”

”Would you be happy? Would you speak in favor of it?”

”No! If you had endured that storm, if you had been here all these years, maybe you’d have put everything down by now, leaving behind only faint memories?”

Qin Mu hugged her arms tightly, unable to suppress her own murmurings.

Unfortunately, her mother hadn’t been able to withstand that storm.

The emotions pressed into her chest for so long, so deeply that her excitement faded, unable to form even a single word.

Wang Huanyu was downstairs in the parking lot across the street. He didn’t know how many cigarettes he smoked, but by the end, his cigarette box was empty. He looked down at the empty box before finally raising his head.

Qin Mu was still standing there, but his wife was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Mingzhu had only let him follow her downstairs, refusing to let him come up.

So Wang Huanyu kept smoking downstairs.

Qin Mu glanced over at the couch, at the sleeping woman, then lowered her head and walked toward the door.

She went downstairs, her hands holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Wang Huanyu, then took the other herself, leaning against the car with him as they stared at JY’s sign in front of them.

Wang Huanyu lowered his head, looking at the steaming coffee, and asked her, ”How is she?”

”She fell asleep.”

”I thought you two would start fighting.”

Wang Huanyu scratched his head, unable to fathom how Qin Mu could walk out so calmly and even bring him coffee.

”I thought so too. Turns out, she’s lost her claws from back then, and I’ve lost my passion from back then too.”

Qin Mu spoke, lowering her head slightly, the corners of her lips gently twitching.

Wang Huanyu glanced over at her. ”Now I understand why my brother has never stopped thinking about you.”

”Why?”

Thinking of his brother, Qin Mu asked curiously.

”Because you’ve got that allure.”

Hearing such a high compliment, Qin Mu felt extremely uncomfortable.

She wanted to laugh, but considering the circumstances, she knew it was inappropriate to be so cheerful, so she pretended to be indifferent.

”This whole thing happened so suddenly. After hearing the news, she just began crying.”

”So now she’s upstairs, crying herself to sleep.”

Qin Mu replied, silently thinking how carefree that girl must be to sleep in her office without a care, completely unafraid that she might pull some kind of trick—was it because she knew there was still a man waiting downstairs?