His Beloved Treasure

”Who’s after your life? I just want to talk to Qin Mu!”

Qin Mingzhu wouldn’t call Qin Mu ”sister,” yet she let go of Qin Mu’s hand, her body still leaning in Qin Mu’s direction.

Mu Yichen and Qin Haiming kept their heads down, acting like they were invisible.

”Then if you’re traveling for work, I’ll come visit you!”

Qin Mu had no choice but to say it, even though she was super reluctant.

”Really? I knew you weren’t that heartless. When I go home, I’ll tell my in-laws to prepare delicious food for you!”

Qin Mingzhu, happy like a child, beamed at Qin Mu coquettishly.

Qin Mu...

”Mingzhu, there’s no need to rush and have your family buy groceries now. By then, we can arrange for the best chef in Beijing to bring ingredients to your house and cook.”

Wang Huanyu had no choice but to offer a reminder.

The rain outside was still drizzling lazily. Qin Mu grew a little exasperated—it was all being made to sound like a state banquet.

”I’m not some VIP. A simple home-cooked meal is fine. Besides, there’s also...”

Qin Mu wanted to say she might not even stay to have dinner, but she stopped herself, fearing Qin Mingzhu might cling to the topic and not let it go. So she simply turned to Mu Yichen and said, ”Let’s head back!”

”Alright!”

Mu Yichen nodded.

After bidding farewell to their hosts, Qin Mingzhu and Wang Huanyu walked them to the door. It was still raining outside, so the two of them shared an umbrella, standing by the car.

Qin Mu instinctively asked, ”Didn’t you drive here?”

”Coming here meant drinking for sure—white liquor at that. How could I drive?”

Mu Yichen reminded her.

Qin Mu: ”...”

”Brother-in-law really came back with Dad!”

Wang Huanyu chimed in to clarify for Mu Yichen.

Qin Mu didn’t have the energy to argue with Wang Huanyu, so she nodded in acknowledgment and let it go.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. He thought to himself—now even outsiders are more trustworthy than him.

”You two head back then. Safe travels tomorrow!”

Qin Mu bid goodbye to the couple, while Mu Yichen opened the car door for her.

Once again, Qin Mu was the driver today. After their car drove away, Qin Mingzhu and Wang Huanyu remained standing in the rain. Wang Huanyu held onto the umbrella they’d just used, gazing in the direction the car had disappeared.

”Sigh! Who would’ve thought, one day, in such a dramatic way—”

Qin Mingzhu didn’t finish her sentence, but her expression said it all.

She never imagined there would come a day when she and Qin Mu could coexist as sisters.

She still got jealous, because Qin Mu was deeply adored by Qin Haiming, but she’d still grown to like Qin Mu—still felt that Qin Mu was now part of her family.

On the way back, Qin Mu rested one hand on her arm, her voice weary: ”So tired!”

Mu Yichen didn’t even look at her. His face was unusually serious as he asked, ”Weren’t you saying earlier that you wanted to rally three or five friends to impeach me? Getting sleepy already?”

”Impeach you? Why?”

Qin Mu glanced at him with feigned surprise.

Mu Yichen finally cracked a smile, leaning back in his seat to stare at the rainy scenery outside. He raised his chin slightly, ”Focus on driving!”

That deep, velvety voice—it was naturally meant to captivate women, wasn’t it?

Qin Mu obediently played the role of his chauffeur, turning on the music. Jay Chou’s ”Silence” began to softly fill the car.

It was quite fitting for a rainy night like this.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but hum along. Mu Yichen glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a flicker of surprise lighting up his usually composed gaze. He couldn’t believe she knew the song.

In truth, Qin Mu was thinking to herself—it’s a good thing Jay Chou’s lyrics are hard to understand. Otherwise, given these words, in this car, the sentimentality might be enough to make someone frown in melancholy.

Mu Yichen turned slightly, watching her with his arms crossed. ”Mrs. Mu!”

”Hmm?”

Qin Mu turned to look at him, a bit dazed.

”Focus on driving!”

That again?

Qin Mu didn’t question it further, simply continuing to drive him home.

Later, several other songs played—probably from some music chart program, each track queued up in order of ranking.

When they finally arrived home, they saw the lights on!

The car slowed as Qin Mu drove it directly up to the house’s entrance. Before turning off the engine, she glanced into the glass panel of the first floor. Inside, the elderly couple was sipping tea and watching TV.

It seemed, at this hour, the children were already asleep, leaving the two of them to their quiet time alone.

Feng Fanghua was an avid drama fan! Maybe out of boredom?

Mu Zihao was always by her side, without fail!

As Qin Mu parked the car, she turned to look at the man next to her, who didn’t seem in any rush to get out. He sat there steadily, and she quipped, ”If only you cared for me even half as much as Dad does for Mom, I’d truly be so grateful!”

”Grateful for what?”