His Beloved Treasure

”But didn’t you say Qiao Yi almost got into a fight with Mu Yichen because of Jing Qing? That means Jing Qing isn’t exactly a thing of the past yet. If Xi Meng saw all the reactions Qiao Yi had because of Jing Qing, as you mentioned, then Xi Meng must be feeling very disheartened.”

”Guess what? She actually saw everything!”

Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but let out a laugh, looking almost dumbfounded.

Qin Mu...

”Last night, Qiao Yi, Zhao Huai, and I all brought women along. I heard that when they returned last night, Xi Meng showed Qiao Yi the engagement ring from that guy.”

”Unless Qiao Yi tells Xi Meng now that he’s ready to marry her, maybe there’s still a chance. Otherwise, it’s definitely over.”

Xiaomu shrugged, expression saying that Qiao Yi is truly hopeless.

She had never seen someone so indecisive in relationships before. Does he even have a clear stance at all?

Jiang Zhiyuan quickly used a trip to the restroom to call Qiao Yi: ”Do you even have some certainty in your mind? If you like Xi Meng, then propose quickly.”

Qiao Yi had just finished clinking glasses with someone when he heard his phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket for a glance. His originally casual gaze instantly turned serious, but he didn’t dare look up at the woman beside him.

However...

Xi Meng had just settled into her seat. As she set down her wine glass, her gaze instinctively swept across his hands.

Then she quietly looked away again. She raised her head to chat and joke with the senior executives, though her heart had long been in turmoil. On the surface, she acted like she was just there to get the job done.

Perhaps many couples with feelings are like this—disappointed yet always wanting to give each other another chance, while also giving themselves a chance.

But that chance... is too rare!

Or maybe one side does not love deeply enough, or perhaps destiny is just too shallow.

Jiang Zhiyuan stopped by Qin Mu’s place in the afternoon to pick up some clothes, including a freshly released coat.

Jiang Zhiyuan wore that light gray coat to visit An Nan’s workplace. When An Nan finished her work and returned to her office, she opened the door and paused in surprise when she saw him: ”Why are you here?”

An Nan closed the door casually and walked to her desk to sit down. She looked at the clothes he was wearing, noting that they seemed new, and smiled slightly: ”Did you specifically buy new clothes to come see me?”

”Yes! The guys went to support Mu’s wife, and I brought you something too.”

He reached down to pick up a large box.

An Nan glanced at it and then took it: ”They say you shouldn’t accept gifts without doing something in return.—But thanks anyway!”

The startled look on Jiang Zhiyuan’s face almost gave him heart palpitations. Hearing her say she accepted it, he managed a faint smile, thinking this young lady might be hard to deal with.

Yet...

This woman clearly had an attitude that refused to be outdone by men, which somehow sparked an urge to conquer her.

”Busy today? Want to have dinner after work?”

Jiang Zhiyuan asked casually.

”Not today. My mom just came back from abroad, so I need to spend tonight with her. How about lunch tomorrow?”

An Nan thought it over, then seriously suggested.

When Jiang Zhiyuan heard that the mother-in-law would be there, he suddenly held his breath but soon smiled: ”Alright! Mother-in-law is important.”

”Huh?”

An Nan thought she’d misheard, her expression turning a bit surprised and cute.

”Oh, I mean, spend time with your mom tonight, and we’ll plan for tomorrow instead.”

Jiang Zhiyuan realized he’d just said the wrong thing and quickly corrected himself.

An Nan adjusted her short hair, sweeping stray locks behind her ear, then smiled faintly.

”Miss An, Mr. Wang wants to know if you can drop him off after work today—his car is in for maintenance.”

”Okay!”

An Nan glanced toward the door, responding politely.

Jiang Zhiyuan, however, frowned unconsciously. Just hearing the words ”Mr. Wang,” he immediately felt like this must be a guy.

”Who’s Mr. Wang?”

Jiang Zhiyuan asked cautiously.

”A colleague! We live in the same neighborhood.”

An Nan found this question amusing but still answered earnestly.

”A man?”

Jiang Zhiyuan’s tone faltered slightly on the last two words.

”Yep! Why don’t you ask all your questions now and get them over with?”

Seeing his curiosity, An Nan half-jokingly offered to explain her personal situation.

”No, no!”

Jiang Zhiyuan stuffed his hands into his pockets, suddenly questioning whether the coat he gifted was worth it. Could this woman already have a boyfriend?

”I don’t have a boyfriend!”

It was as though An Nan had read his thoughts, addressing his downcast, distracted gaze with clarification.

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”...”

”But I think I’ll have one eventually, right?”

An Nan’s eyes were beautiful—calm yet captivating.

Her words, not too heavy nor too light, stirred a sense of urgency in others.

”Of course!”

Jiang Zhiyuan gripped his coat pockets tightly, his brows furrowing to the brink. It felt like this was his first serious attempt at pursuing a girl, and he had no idea how to proceed.

He decided to ask Qin Mu for advice again after leaving. He was determined to win this girl’s heart, even if it meant finding a personal love expert.

Indeed! Qin Mu was now his appointed relationship guru.

After Jiang Zhiyuan left, An Nan removed her jacket and took the beautifully folded coat out of the box.

”It’s a matching couple’s style!”

An Nan couldn’t help but bite her lip as she shook the coat open and tried it on.

It felt unexpectedly nice.

It was from the JY brand, featuring a bold and elegant design—the style she liked.

Wearing the coat, An Nan walked to the window, watching as the blue sports car drove away from her company building. She smiled and sighed softly.

An Nan had thought they wouldn’t meet again! Lowering her gaze to examine the coat he’d given her, she suddenly felt like meeting again was actually quite nice—and that in this autumn season, she might not feel cold anymore. She looked down at the coat she wore.

As An Nan left work wearing the coat, the dashing Mr. Wang noticed it and couldn’t help but ask: ”Where did this coat come from?”

”It’s from my boyfriend. What do you think?”

An Nan replied casually while heading toward the elevator with him.

Mr. Wang’s gaze revealed a mix of surprise and shock, though he forced a laugh.

”Didn’t you say you weren’t planning to date anyone for the time being?”

”But when you meet someone who feels right, it’s a different story.”

Stepping into the elevator together, An Nan appeared relaxed, while the man beside her seemed visibly displeased. Mr. Wang had been pursuing her for nearly half a year—her remark about not dating anyone for now had brushed him off. But now...

——

That evening, Mu Yichen sat at home with little Mu Chenghuan, flipping through picture books. His phone on the couch suddenly buzzed once. With his daughter sitting on his lap, one hand held the book while the other casually grabbed the phone for a glance.

Realizing it wasn’t his phone, he was about to put it down when he took a closer look and decided to open it.

It was a WeChat message from Jiang Zhiyuan, surprisingly sent to his wife’s phone. Mu Yichen quickly tapped out a reply: ”Sent to the wrong person, didn’t you?”