His Beloved Treasure

”Just went to wash my hands, what are you guys up to?”

”Nothing!”

Mu Yichen replied, picking up the teapot to calmly pour her a cup of tea.

Qin Mu slightly moved her leg to the side, causing Xiaomei to drop her chopsticks.

Qin Mu also deliberately knocked her chopsticks down, crouching under the table with Chengcheng in her arms and making eye contact with Xiaomei, whispering, ”What’s going on exactly?”

Xiaomei was almost about to cry: ”Your Mu thought JY was Chengcheng’s grandpa.”

Qin Mu: ”...”

Chengcheng had no idea what they were doing, but he found the space under the table amusing and crawled over to grab his dad’s pant leg.

Mu Yichen sighed with resignation: ”Qin Mu, come out here!”

Qin Mu and Xiaomei returned to their seats. Qin Mu intended to keep a cold face, but Mu Yichen’s sudden shout startled her, making her sit back down without changing her expression, though her glance at him was somewhat unnatural.

Luckily, the two dishes Qin Mu ordered arrived quickly, easing the awkwardness at the table.

Mu Yichen’s mood also improved slightly with their arrival.

”Do you have any wine?”

Mu Yichen asked the owner serving the dishes.

”We have white and red, which one would you like?”

The owner eagerly promoted.

Qin Mu...

Xiaomei...

”White then!”

”Bring two small bottles, one for me and one for the master here.”

”No problem! Please wait a moment.”

”Jian Yan can’t drink because he’s got stomach issues, right?”

Qin Mu didn’t dare to antagonize Mu Yichen, but Xiaomei whispered lowly.

”Can’t drink?”

Mu Yichen turned to Jian Yan and asked.

”Why can’t I? Since Mu is in the mood, I’ll indulge one.” Jian Yan replied softly.

After the owner brought the wine, Mu Yichen opened one bottle for Jian Yan. Jian Yan lazily accepted it, waiting for Mu Yichen to open another. But just as Mu Yichen opened his, Qin Mu snatched the bottle from Jian Yan’s hand: ”My master can’t drink. If you insist, I’ll drink with you to your content.”

Qin Mu said coldly, making Mu Yichen seem like an outsider at that moment.

Jian Yan didn’t expect Qin Mu to suddenly stand, showing an expression that was no longer relaxed.

Meanwhile, Chengcheng was sitting in the high chair, curious about his mom’s puzzling expression.

Xiaomei instinctively tried to tug on Qin Mu’s clothes, knowing well that if this couple started a row, it might take months to reconcile.

”Sit down!”

Jian Xing tapped the table’s edge with a bottle, speaking to her.

Qin Mu remembered they weren’t the only ones there and sat back down, although her expression remained sour.

”You’re truly treating your master like a father for life, so shall I drink alone?”

Mu Yichen’s voice was very low.

Qin Mu’s heart ached: ”Go ahead, drink!”

Qin Mu stood up again, picking up her son to leave.

The owner had just returned to the bar, somewhat stunned.

Seeing his aim achieved, Mu Yichen said to Jian Yan: ”Just joking earlier. Don’t mind, but have fewer solo outings.”

After speaking, Mu Yichen also got up and left.

Xiaomei was still fazed, feeling like she hadn’t understood a thing from the scene.

Jian Yan glanced at the small bottle of wine Qin Mu left behind, then leaned over to take a sip, thinking this silly girl is no match for Mu Yichen; she doesn’t know she’s pushing you to leave.

Qin Mu, holding Chengcheng, walked ahead. It wasn’t their first time walking down this familiar street at a distance.

Mu Yichen followed behind, observing her stubborn little figure with an unpleasant mood.

He wanted to properly apologize but ended up with this result.

”Daddy, daddy!”

Chengcheng, lying on Qin Mu’s shoulder, looked back at the man lazily following them and shouted excitedly, his dark eyes seeming to glow upon seeing Mu Yichen.

As Chengcheng called out, Qin Mu knew he was behind her, but she still ignored him.

His car was parked at the side of a T-junction, but Mu Yichen was in no mood to attend to it.

Once Qin Mu entered her studio, Mu Yichen quickly followed. Before heading upstairs, Qin Mu carefully held her child and turned to him with cold eyes: ”Don’t follow me up.”

”How can I apologize if I don’t come along?”

Mu Yichen asked, looking quite troubled.

Qin Mu was so angry that her breath grew uneven: ”I don’t need your ’heartfelt’ apology.”

”You may not need it, but you can’t stop my actions.”

Mu Yichen approached. She couldn’t match him in maneuvering, especially while holding Chengcheng, leaving her entirely at a disadvantage.