His Beloved Treasure

Huanhuan had been lying there for a long time, her two beautiful little feet raised, her hands propping up her chin, and her big, dark, sparkling eyes staring at his handsome face.

Huanhuan always thought her dad was very handsome, but now she felt that her daddy wasn’t just handsome with his eyes open—even when he was sleeping, he was just as handsome. She couldn’t help but blush while looking.

Mu Yichen noticed Huanhuan suddenly covering her face and giggling, which made him furrow his brow: ”Mu Chenghuan, act normal.”

”Hehe! Daddy, I like you!”

Huanhuan suddenly crawled across the bed to him and gave his forehead a big, forceful kiss.

Then, like a little turtle, she shrank her head down quickly, backed away, jumped off the bed, and ran out of the room.

Mu Yichen was still lying there, his mind completely blank.

Just now...

Was he just confessed to by his beloved daughter?

Mu Yichen let out a helpless chuckle, his sexy fingers lightly pinching his brow, hiding his mysterious eyes.

His mood suddenly became a bit intense.

Being confessed to by his daughter wasn’t exactly the first time, but this time felt different compared to before.

The phrase ”I love you”—he’d always thought it was something only two people in love would say to each other. Later, he realized...

That even among close family, hearing those words could stir such a peculiar feeling.

He got out of bed and noticed there was no sign of Qin Mu in the room. He guessed she was likely downstairs chatting with Feng Fanghua. At this time, Feng Fanghua would definitely already be sitting on the couch waiting for her beloved granddaughter.

Fresh after washing up and dressed neatly, he went downstairs. Qin Mu just happened to be heading to the dining room for breakfast. When she lifted her eyes and saw his upright figure descending the stairs at a steady pace, she held her breath, watching him with great interest.

”Good morning, Mr. Mu!”

She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows, smiling as she greeted him.

”Good morning, Mrs. Mu!”

Mu Yichen, hands in his pockets, glanced at her with his dark eyes before replying.

Qin Mu smiled faintly, waiting for him to walk over to her side so they could head in together.

”What time did you get up?”

Mu Yichen asked casually.

”Six-thirty.”

Qin Mu answered. Since she had gotten up early, she felt refreshed.

Mu Yichen suddenly stopped walking and frowned slightly as he looked at her.

Qin Mu noticed he wasn’t following and turned to look, catching his deep and enigmatic gaze fixed on her.

”What’s wrong?”

Qin Mu asked, puzzled.

”Looks like Mrs. Mu has quite a bit of stamina.”

Mu Yichen’s deep, husky voice floated over as he walked past her.

Qin Mu: ”...”

Qin Mu’s lips moved slightly, but she didn’t quite know how to respond to that comment. Thinking back to last night... Heh.

The two of them entered the dining room together, and as soon as they sat down, Mu Yichen heard Huanhuan’s cheerful voice: ”Daddy, Mommy, good morning!”

Mu Yichen looked up and saw Huanhuan grinning at him.

Qin Mu raised her eyes to see their daughter’s rosy cheeks...

Mu Yichen couldn’t keep up his serious demeanor; without thinking, he let out a slight smile.

Qin Mu looked at the father and daughter duo, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

”Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?”

Qin Mu asked in a commanding tone.

”Mommy, can I marry Daddy when I grow up?”

Huanhuan gripped her spoon tightly in her hand, her lovely big eyes staring unblinking at Qin Mu.

Feng Fanghua: ”...”

Mu Zihao: ”...”

Qin Mu: ”Absolutely not!”

Reality can be harsh.

Upon hearing her mommy’s response, Huanhuan’s face immediately fell with disappointment.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, watching from the side, felt like this little girl might be growing up.

”Your daddy is Mommy’s husband. You, on the other hand, will have to wait until you grow up to find your own husband to marry. Understand?”

Qin Mu thought it was time to fulfill her motherly duties. Patiently, she feigned good temper as she explained to her daughter.

But in reality, Qin Mu was thinking: You little rascal, trying to snatch my man? Do you not want to live anymore?

”Oh!”

Huanhuan seemed to half understand, nodding her head at her beloved mommy.

”Actually, not marrying is okay too.”

Mu Yichen leaned back in his chair, not in a hurry to start eating. Those words reflexively slipped out of his mouth, softly, even lightly.

Everyone at the table heard it, except for Huanhuan.

”So you’ll let her stay home and be an old maid?”

Qin Mu asked.

”These days, women who are independent don’t necessarily have to get married.”

Mu Yichen turned to her, seriously explaining to his wife.

”Oh? And what if she runs into someone as domineering as you, Mr. Mu—a man who insists on dragging her to the marriage registry?”

Qin Mu’s sharp eyes seemed to gaze at him softly, her voice sounding calm and indifferent. But as she rattled off her words, there was an unmistakable stubbornness in her tone.