His Beloved Treasure

As expected, not bad!

Qin Mu’s face started to flush a little because of President Mu’s greatness, and she quickly shifted her attention and climbed onto him.

For a long time, President Mu wouldn’t let her on top. Later, once he wasn’t so domineering anymore, Qin Mu felt she needed to be careful about what she said in certain aspects.

——

The next morning, after a meeting, Mu Yichen returned to his office and was blocked by Qiao Yi and Jiang Zhiyuan. Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but complain, ”So, Chen Shao, about the Jing Qing matter, don’t you think you and your wife went too far?”

”Did we? I don’t think so!”

Mu Yichen sat in the chair behind his desk, then looked up at the two people on the sofa.

”You didn’t go to the Jing Family last night and didn’t see Aunt Jing pretending to be happy. Does it really need to be like this after all these years?”

Qiao Yi also felt a bit of injustice for Jing Qing.

”Once you’ve experienced what I’ve been through, come talk to me about necessity.”

Mu Yichen leaned over to open the cigarette box on the desk, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, squinted his eyes, took a hard drag, and then looked through the thin mist at the two of them.

In this world, there’s never really a question of necessity, only inevitability.

”We haven’t been through what you’ve been through, and everyone’s life experiences are different. But Yichen, Jing Qing did grow up with us, and she’s realized the mistake she made back then.”

Qiao Yi continued to speak.

Jiang Yan, smoking beside them, felt the atmosphere was a bit off.

Mu Yichen also got up, walked over to the sofa to sit with them, then squinted his eyes and laughed, ”Probably she grew up with you, but the one who grew up with me was clearly Mrs. Mu.”

”Cough cough cough...”

Jiang Zhiyuan was choked by smoke and couldn’t catch his breath.

Qiao Yi also suddenly found himself speechless.

”Honestly, I don’t understand why you two are standing up for her. If she’s truly realized her mistake, she shouldn’t have come back secretly. And as far as I know, it’s not the first time she’s returned, right?”

As he spoke, his hand with the cigarette slightly flicked, his suave sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes dark as ink.

Immediately, the surroundings quieted down.

And Jiang Zhiyuan and Qiao Yi exchanged glances.

”Besides, this was solely my decision and had nothing to do with Mrs. Mu.”

Seeing that they were unable to refute, Mu Yichen clarified again.

”Are you saying Xiaomu didn’t know you asked us to get rid of Jing Qing?”

Jiang Zhiyuan asked incredulously.

”She found out later!”

Mu Yichen’s eyes lifted slightly.

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”...”

”Whether she knew or not, didn’t she share the same sentiment as you?”

Qiao Yi asked, feeling that Mu Yichen was shielding Qin Mu, as always.

”Yes! Do you guys expect her to be forgiving towards Jing Qing? A wife whose husband was pursued using all sorts of underhanded tactics to tear them apart—should this wife be magnanimous?”

Mu Yichen continued to voice his doubt.

If Qin Mu were really that much of a saint, then Mu Yichen wouldn’t care for her.

”But you, after so many years, are still speaking for her. ’You deserve to watch Xi Meng marry someone else.’

Mu Yichen saw Qiao Yi’s serious expression and couldn’t help but mock him. That last sentence was indeed a bit harsh.

Qiao Yi: ”...”

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”...”

”Hey, hey, hey, brothers, let’s chat, but no personal attacks.”

Jiang Zhiyuan, with his big eyes watching their confrontational stances, quickly raised his hands to block their line of sight, reminding them.

”I deserve it! But do you really think you and Qin Mu can keep going on so well? Don’t forget about your two temperaments; who knows how far it’ll take you.”

Qiao Yi, suppressing his almost-explosive anger, squeezed those words through his teeth.

Jiang Zhiyuan, feeling like he’d been pricked, quickly stood up a bit, ”Can we end this topic here?”

At this time, the two men were already facing each other, like they were in a silent sword duel with their stares, as if the raised swords were about to pierce each other’s hearts deeply.

Later, when Qiao Yi left his office, Jiang Zhiyuan hurried out to catch up, taking the chance to remind Mu Yichen, ”Why did you have to provoke him like that? Last night, Xi Meng showed him an engagement ring from another man.”

Xi Meng, carrying a pile of documents, came back from outside, just as Qiao Yi was waiting for the elevator. The two of them, one inside and one outside, locked eyes.