His Beloved Treasure

Bian Jingwen returned after finishing her call, carrying a beautiful smile, but her complexion was slightly off. She gracefully sat beside Rui Sen and apologized, ”Just now, it was my parents calling. Did you wait long?”

Rui Sen smiled, slightly shook his head indicating he hadn’t waited long, his hands clasped and resting against his chin. He turned to look at Qin Mu, only to find her absent-minded.

Qin Mu thought to herself, how could it be a call from her parents? The elevator rang several times just now, and she rejected each call. If it were her parents, she’d be eager to flaunt her family’s happiness in front of Qin Mu.

A call that could disrupt Bian Jingwen’s mood like that, Qin Mu guessed it might be related to someone here.

Bian Jingwen is truly the daughter of Zhang Rujia and that man in prison.

Qin Mu felt she knew too much about her, to the point it was vexing.

”Rui Sen, you didn’t tell me that today only Miss Qin would be coming. I wasn’t prepared to be a third wheel, but I’m not planning to leave either!”

Bian Jingwen noticed Qin Mu’s serious expression, then turned to greet the handsome man sitting next to her.

Rui Sen smiled politely, his voice gentle, ”Miss Helian went to the restroom!”

Bian Jingwen’s eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, then she laughed openly, ”I see!”

Qin Mu always felt it was insincere. The original class reunion seemed pointless, so throughout the meal, except when talking to Helian Hao, she conversed with Rui Sen in French, forcing Bian Jingwen’s expression to worsen later.

Rui Sen liked leaning his elbows on the table’s edge, his hands clasped just below his chin; the clean shirt sleeves rolled up ten centimeters, revealing his strong wrists and the ’sexy body hair.’

”Is this Mr. Mu your child’s father from before?”

Rui Sen asked her.

”Yes!”

Qin Mu shrugged helplessly.

Rui Sen raised an eyebrow gentlemanly, as if talking to himself or perhaps lamenting, ”Childhood sweethearts! Really hard for anyone to break through.”

Except for Qin Mu, no one understood his muttering. Qin Mu quickly changed the subject, ”What have you been doing these years?”

”Traveling, I opened a fashion store, designing and selling, very niche.”

Rui Sen was quite happy to chat about his years with Qin Mu, maybe due to the camaraderie of old classmates.

Qin Mu nodded, ”Me too!”

Rui Sen couldn’t help but laugh, his broad back trembled a bit, but he still maintained such gentlemanly demeanor.

Helian Hao felt herself falling for this man. He was already handsome, loved to laugh, and the key was that his laughter was so sunny. Helian Hao carefully examined the three people beside her, and couldn’t help but admire; they were all talented designers, not only skilled but also so beautiful. If people in the film industry who rely on looks saw them, they’d be saddened, for these faces were all naturally beautiful.

Bian Jingwen occasionally chatted with Rui Sen, but Rui Sen mostly didn’t have time to pay attention to her. Although he politely answered her questions, he preferred chatting in French with Qin Mu.

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After dinner, Helian Hao and Qin Mu carried their bags upstairs to have coffee. As they sat in the leisurely café, Helian Hao curiously asked Qin Mu, ”Just now was intentional?”

”Hmm?”

Qin Mu looked at her in confusion.

The two sat across from each other in a somewhat dim corner, blocked by a tall green plant.

”Just now during dinner in the private room, speaking French with Rui Sen.”

Helian Hao reminded her.

”Indeed!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

”Before arriving, I texted Rui Sen asking if Bian Jingwen understood French, so just now I intentionally spoke French in front of her. Didn’t you find it jarring?”

Qin Mu curiously asked, somewhat apologetic for bothering her friend’s ears.

”I’m fine; I was just there for the meal. However, I noticed Bian Jingwen’s complexion was quite poor, probably feeling humiliated by your casual language.”

Helian Hao chuckled.

The waiter came to serve coffee, and the two took off their coats, cuddling their coffee cups while lounging on the sofa for a leisurely afternoon.

”How’s the competition between your studio’s people and Bian Jingwen’s designs? I didn’t catch the replay while undergoing surgery the last episode.”

”I initially thought Bian Jingwen had some achievements in design, but now she’s coming to ask for help.”

Qin Mu helplessly shook her head, thinking people can’t be judged by appearances, and hearts are not ancient; one can’t jump to conclusions. After guessing over and over and getting more wrong, one can only verify whether things are true or false for oneself.