His Beloved Treasure

”I’m here!”

Xi Meng stood up holding the document, but she kept her head lowered, not daring to look up.

”Next time he pisses you off and you just walk away like that, go straight up and slap him twice.”

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes bored into her own as he said this, then walked off.

Xi Meng raised her head stiffly, staring at her boss with disbelief.

Yeah! Qiao Yi totally deserves a slap.

Suddenly, Xi Meng didn’t feel so wronged anymore. She then went back to her workstation to work.

Mu Yichen went out around lunchtime to dine with the beautiful CEO Meng. The two of them were interviewed together by the media in the afternoon regarding this collaboration.

In the afternoon, everyone at Qin Mu Studio watched the live broadcast on the big screen, commenting on how calm and poised Mr. Mu appeared, yet also how proud, aloof, and secretly classy to the point where women would want to lick the screen.

As for the thirty-something Ms. Meng sitting beside him, who looked like she was barely in her twenties, her poise and charm when dealing with the media’s questions were so captivating that men couldn’t resist wanting to lick the screen too.

Qin Mu stood behind them for a while watching as well and couldn’t help but admit, her man was truly the kind to make people want to...

...strip him naked!

Qin Mu let out a snarky chuckle of pride, then turned smilingly and headed upstairs.

Xiaomei turned her head and spotted her, calling out, ”Sweetheart, your husband is so handsome!”

”I knew that long before you did!”

Qin Mu replied as she leisurely stepped onto the stairs, walking up one step at a time.

But these past couple of days, she really didn’t dare to act cocky around Mr. Mu.

The thing was, about that question, she could have easily said it aloud.

But for some unknown reason, that night, the words got stuck in her throat and just wouldn’t come out.

Even though they knew each other inside out, down to the tips of their toes, still...

Even though she’d handed everything over to him, when it came time to say those words, she felt incredibly stifled.

Knowing that Mu Yichen wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight, she called up Wen Runuan and Helian Hao for drinks. The three women went to a hot pot restaurant near a bar for dinner and later, around nine o’clock, they strolled into the bar together. It wasn’t very crowded at the time, so they found a corner seat, ordered some drinks, and started chatting away.

Wen Runuan took out a cigarette from her bag and lit it, then casually placed the pack in front of them, startling Qin Mu and Helian Hao. ”Wanna try one?”

”I can do this!”

In an effort to fit in, Qin Mu elegantly picked up a cigarette with her slender fingers, mimicking the motion expertly.

However, Helian Hao shook her head. ”I don’t smoke! You should smoke less too; it’s bad for your health. And you—what are you showing off for? Careful, or I’ll tell Mu Yichen and let him punish you!”

Just as Qin Mu was about to light up—already struggling with the process—she was so startled by what Helian Hao said that she ended up taking one puff and coughing her lungs out, feeling as if her insides were all turning to agony.

Why bring up Mu Yichen at a time like this?

Qin Mu quickly stubbed out the cigarette.

Wen Runuan, seeing her face contorted in discomfort, couldn’t help but laugh. After exhaling a puff, she said, ”It’s fine if you can’t smoke, but honestly, when I look at you, it’s obvious—how scared of Yichen are you?”

Qin Mu’s face turned bright red on the spot, though thankfully the lighting was dim.

”What nonsense are you two babbling? Me, scared of him?”

Qin Mu smiled awkwardly, looking like she wanted to cry instead.

Helian Hao: ”...”

Wen Runuan: ”...”

Scared or not, it was written all over her face.

”Even if I am scared, it’s mutual. We’re both afraid of each other.”

Seeing their disbelief, Qin Mu hurriedly defended herself.

”Mutual fear? Are you sure?”

Helian Hao raised an eyebrow, thinking back to how Qin Mu always acted like a submissive granddaughter the moment Mr. Mu so much as frowned—she had never seen Mr. Mu show any sign of being scared of her.

”Of course! He can’t live without me. He’s especially terrified of me being mad at him.”

Qin Mu said this with confidence, then, feeling emboldened, took another long drag of the cigarette she had just relit, only to gag on the bitter smoke and hurriedly stub it out again.

”Oh, please! If Mu Yichen saw you smoking, he’d probably make sure you couldn’t get out of bed for three days.”

Helian Hao, watching Qin Mu’s smug little expression, couldn’t resist muttering this under her breath.

”Just don’t tell him, alright!”

Qin Mu shot a stern look at Helian Hao, her eyes full of warning.

”I can’t be bothered with the mess between you two!”

Helian Hao shot back honestly.

Qin Mu immediately beamed, sipping from the drink that had just been brought to her.

Alcohol, it seemed, was far superior to cigarettes.

Wen Runuan, watching the banter between the two, thought they seemed as close as sisters—it made her feel a little envious.

”How are you two so close?”

Wen Runuan couldn’t help but ask.

”Well, it’s all because I shamelessly cling to her. You know, the Mu Family’s young mistress here isn’t exactly the social type. Unless you stick to her like glue, she might take pity on you and befriend you.”