His Beloved Treasure

It was only when she thought she was the only one coming that, unexpectedly, Mu Yi had already arrived.

Qin Mu walked in and saw Mu Yichen sitting on the sofa chatting with the leader. She couldn’t help but question her own eyes—was she hallucinating?

Mu Yichen looked up at her briefly: ”Why are you so late?”

Qin Mu: ”...Why are you here?”

Qin Mu walked over, sat down next to him, and was so startled she didn’t dare blink.

”Why can’t I be here?”

Mu Yichen asked her in return.

Qin Mu: ”...”

”Oh, I ran into him this afternoon at their clubhouse after his meeting. I asked him to join us for dinner.”

The leader quickly explained on behalf of his son-in-law.

Qin Mu subconsciously looked at Mu Yichen again. So, this guy saw her message on WeChat but chose to ignore it?

Ha!

Qin Mu silently cursed him in her mind.

Wang Huanyu, sitting nearby, poured Qin Mu a cup of tea.

”Thank you!”

Qin Mu thanked him as she noticed.

”You’re welcome!”

Wang Huanyu replied. Being the youngest apart from Qin Mu, he felt it was his duty to serve tea and water, and Mu Yichen and the leader seemed to enjoy being served by him.

”Where’s Qin Mingzhu?”

Qin Mu asked, noticing she wasn’t anywhere nearby.

”The little one is asleep, and she’s keeping him company.”

Wang Huanyu explained patiently.

Qin Mu nodded and didn’t think much of it.

Mu Yichen pulled out his phone and typed a message to her: ”Did you write your self-reflection?”

Qin Mu heard a notification sound from her purse, glanced at the phone in his hand, lightly licked her lips, and leaned forward to take a sip of tea, focusing on it without responding to him.

Qin Mu thought, ”You can ignore my messages, so why can’t I ignore yours?”

Especially since what he was asking about was the self-reflection. There’s no way she’d entertain that.

”That Miss Bian has been found.”

The leader, who had been keeping his head down for a long while, suddenly spoke up once everyone was present.

His words shocked all three younger people there, making them turn their gazes towards him.

”This girl is indeed Zhang Rujia’s eldest daughter.”

After saying this, the leader lowered his gaze and laughed bitterly.

Wang Huanyu was momentarily at a loss for words, holding his breath and pressing his lips tightly shut.

Mu Yichen became deep and somber, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Qin Mu felt uneasy inside, because she saw the sadness in the leader’s eyes. He felt he had failed, and Qin Mu’s heart ached. She straightened her back and looked at him, suddenly unsure of how to offer comfort.

The leader lifted his eyes towards Qin Mu, his gaze shimmering with moisture, before he looked off into an empty corner.

Having seen through all the emotions in the leader’s eyes, Qin Mu felt restless and stood up: ”I’ll go check on Qin Mingzhu!”

After Qin Mu left, Qin Haiming thought about things for a while. He couldn’t just sit there idly, so he shifted the conversation to work matters concerning the two sons-in-law.

Qin Mu entered Qin Mingzhu’s room and found her quietly patting her son’s shoulder, soothing him to sleep. She wasn’t her usual fiery self—in fact...

Even Qin Mingzhu had changed!

Qin Mingzhu, only belatedly noticing there was someone else in the room, turned her head. Then she saw Qin Mu softly walking forward.

Qin Mingzhu pulled the blanket snugly over her son, then sat up: ”Why did you come in?”

”Not welcome? Then I’ll leave now!”

Qin Mu stopped mid-step, speaking softly, jokingly, but with a hint of seriousness.

”Hey! I’ll go with you!”

Qin Mingzhu got up, ran over to her, hooked an arm around hers, and walked out together with her.

Qin Mu turned her face to glance at her, then let her grab her arm as they headed out together.

They entered the room where Qin Mu had spent a few nights. Qin Mingzhu let go of her, sat on the bed, pressed both hands against its edge, and darted her big, dark eyes around the room before settling her gaze on Qin Mu’s face.

Qin Mu felt a little unnerved by her stare but knew that Qin Mingzhu had once hated her living there.

”When Dad asked Mom to prepare a room for you back then, I almost went mad. It felt like the sky was falling, you know?”

Qin Mu didn’t know, so she just quietly listened.

”I lived in this house for over ten years, enjoying the treatment of a spoiled daughter. Suddenly, you came back—Dad’s daughter from his first wife. The years you weren’t here, Dad was always heavy-hearted. In the first few years after you left, Dad often called me Mumu or referred to Mom as Auntie. We only managed to pull through until now!”