His Beloved Treasure

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”Right!”

Qin Mu: ”Then she probably has some interest in you, at the very least!”

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”Analyze it for me!”

Qin Mu: ”First, she’s willing to go to the Jing Family’s dinner with you! Second, she came all the way to pick you up late at night! Third, she says she doesn’t have a boyfriend and even agreed to have dinner with you tomorrow night!”

Jiang Zhiyuan: ”So...”

Qin Mu: ”So, I think she’s likely into you.”

Jiang Zhiyuan was so excited he almost dropped his phone. Sitting alone on the couch, he clutched his phone tightly like a fool, laughing so hard he leaned forward and backward, even waving his hands around.

He posted a status on his social media with a screenshot and the caption: ”The tables are finally turning for me!”

The screenshot included only the three possible reasons Qin Mu had listed.

But that wasn’t the focus. The focus was that Qin Mu discovered her nickname on Jiang Zhiyuan’s phone was ”Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis.” What... the hell is that?

Qin Mu instinctively furrowed her brows.

Mu Yichen was also scrolling through his phone as he came downstairs and naturally saw the social media post: ”Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis?”

Mu Yichen walked over and sat beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder. His eyes shifted from his phone to Qin Mu: ”So why did you add him back?”

Now, everyone who follows Jiang Zhiyuan’s social media knew Qin Mu’s nickname on his phone.

”Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis.” Who else could it refer to but Qin Mu?

No names needed to be called out.

Qin Mu...

Right, she originally thought that since he’d bought her coat, she might need to explain if the woman didn’t like it or clarify something. But now...

What a pointless decision!

”Hmph! Let’s see if I ever help him brainstorm again!”

Qin Mu grumbled with a tiny bit of a tantrum.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but chuckle, then pulled her into his arms while looking at that social media post again. He murmured, ”But this nickname isn’t bad. You really are my little nemesis!”

With Mu Yichen’s utterly indescribable expression, Qin Mu...

”Then I suddenly feel like helping him again. But his nickname for you in his phone has to be ’Qin Mu’s Big Nemesis.’”

”Why does it have to be ’big’?”

”Because you’re big!”

Qin Mu replied casually. Actually, she was referring to age and the contrast to ”little,” but she didn’t expect...

”Oh? I admit to that! Every time, it’s big enough to make you howl like a little puppy.”

Qin Mu...

”Puppies don’t howl like that!”

”Then how about Mu Yichen’s Little Nemesis gives me a demonstration of a puppy’s bark?”

Mu Yichen shamelessly pressed her, but Qin Mu...

”Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof, I’m gonna bite you to death, Mu Yichen!”

Qin Mu was yelling as she leaned toward him. Then, while he was completely unprepared, thinking she wouldn’t actually do anything, Qin Mu suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pounced on him, aiming for his ear.

Mu Yichen...

He had never met such a cheeky woman. Truly ”not cute at all!”

But his reflexes kicked in, and he clamped onto her tightly. The two of them ended up wrestling on the couch.

Eventually, Mu Yichen had her pinned on the couch. By then, both of them were completely out of breath and a little disheveled.

Mu Yichen stared at her with his deep black eyes. His body was scorching hot, ready to explode.

One hand gripped her wrists, while the other moved to unbuckle his belt.

”The weather’s really getting cold! I need to have some ginger tea first, or I’ll catch a cold tomorrow!”

Feng Fanghua was rubbing her hands as she walked into the house, talking casually.

”Didn’t I tell you to wear more layers? At your age, why bother about appearances? Now you’re freezing, aren’t you?”

Mu Zihao followed behind her, carrying a small child in his arms.

Halfway in, he noticed his wife standing still and not moving. Curiously, he glanced toward the couch.

And there, he saw his precious son and daughter-in-law sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, staring at the TV. But the TV wasn’t even on.

So, the atmosphere in the living room...

It felt like the few hundred square meters of space couldn’t contain the awkward intimacy.

”What are you two daydreaming about over there?”

Feng Fanghua walked over and sat down, ignoring whether they felt awkward or not. But when she looked up and noticed both Mu Yichen and Qin Mu with flushed faces, she quickly got flustered herself: ”Never mind, I’ll just go and help my grandson take a bath and go to bed.”

Little Chengcheng, who was being held by his grandpa, heard his grandpa say: ”Let’s go back to the room and take a bath!”

Little Chengcheng turned back to look at his parents on the couch and then disdainfully lowered his head back to his grandfather, as if thinking grandpa was much more pleasant to be around.

And so, the living room fell quiet again.

After heading upstairs, Feng Fanghua called out loudly: ”Zhang Jie, brew me a cup of ginger tea and bring it up!”