His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu didn’t know, but wasn’t his action enough to reveal his intentions?

Qin Mu enjoyed being held from behind by him, leaning against his chest, her hands grabbing his wrists on her abdomen, preventing him from moving: ”Mu Yichen, did you bring me to the apartment just for this?”

”Is the diamond not big enough?”

”Not too many!”

Upon hearing about the diamond, Qin Mu immediately chuckled, like a little thing that’s not familiar with being fed.

Mu Yichen gently bit her on the shoulder, slowly unzipping her gown from one side, easily pulling out the corset inside.

Outside, light snow began to fall, in the dark night, under dim light, the snowflakes gave a particularly gentle and dreamy feeling.

Qin Mu only felt a loosening in her chest, but before she could catch her breath, her body was pressed against the glass wall.

Instinctively, Qin Mu grabbed the curtains beside her in front of her body: ”Hey! Mu Yichen!”

”Hmm?”

He lifted her long dress from behind while his other hand placed on her chest through the zipper.

”It’s cold!”

”Bear with it!”

Mu Yichen whispered, biting her ear, making her involuntarily feel ticklish and uncomfortable.

Mu Yichen’s skills have always been excellent, so good that it left her speechless, so good that she couldn’t control herself.

”I should have worn that shorter blue dress.”

As Mu Yichen said this, he was already disgruntled; in the afternoon, she wanted to change to the blue one, but he complained that it was too short above the knee, so he forced her to wear this long one, perfectly covering all her long legs.

Now, he complained that she wore it too long.

Men! Truly strange creatures!

The two of them played from the window all the way to the sofa, then to the stairs, and finally to the bedroom upstairs; it was already late at night.

Their phones rang many times, but no one answered.

The people on the other end were anxious but helpless.

Qiao Yi later also wanted to slip away; everyone went crazy, drinking and singing karaoke.

Secretary Xi was always pulled by a male colleague to sing love songs. Except for the people on the top floor, it seemed like not many colleagues in the office building knew they were dating, but in fact...

Qiao Yi sat on the side, smoking one cigarette after another, until he couldn’t take it anymore, threw the cigarette directly on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shiny black leather shoe, then stood up.

In the large private room, no one cared about his mood, everyone was just having fun.

Only Secretary Xi saw him suddenly walking towards her, Xi Meng’s heart tightened, and her grip on the microphone became firmer, while the male colleague was still singing that old love song passionately to her.

Qiao Yi forcefully pulled the leader, then walked forward, directly pushing the man away from in front of Xi Meng, reaching out to grab Xi Meng, who still held the microphone.

Xi Meng stared at him in a daze, not knowing what he was going to do, and at this moment, she didn’t have the alertness and awareness she had behind the workspace, her mind went blank with his sudden approach.

And in such a large space, gradually many people looked in their direction.

Qiao Yi suddenly took the microphone from her hand, then pulled her up onto the table.

Xi Meng was so scared she almost lost her strength, his hand wrapped around her waist, placing the microphone near his mouth, his eyes burning with long suppressed anger.

”I have an announcement to make, Xi Meng and I are officially in a relationship, if any of you guys dare to make a move on her again, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Qiao Yi rarely spoke so seriously, but he was talking about private matters.

Everyone was shocked watching them; besides the music, there was no other sound, and a few girls were so shocked that they covered their mouths.

After Qiao Yi finished speaking, he pulled Xi Meng to leave, Xi Meng holding her bag low with efforts to suppress her laughter.

She had been waiting for this, and it seemed like it finally came.

She no longer mentioned marriage, didn’t actively seek him out, didn’t make things difficult for him, simply letting him do what he wanted, so now, did she get the result she wanted?

When they were heading home, they called a car as both had drunk and couldn’t drive themselves.

Qiao Yi held Xi Meng’s hand tightly in the back, the seat broad enough for three people, yet the two snuggled close.

He never let go of Xi Meng’s hand, and with silence prevailing in the car, Xi Meng, calming down, realized his palm was sweaty.

”Was it appropriate for us to just leave like that?”

Xi Meng had to break the silence.

The driver in front treated himself like an invisible person, but he was relieved the silence was broken; when they got in, their tense faces made them seem like adults afraid of getting caught doing something for the first time, which intimidated the driver from even breathing freely.

”Mr. Wang and Zhao Huai were there.”

Qiao Yi loosened and then tightened his grip, leaving Xi Meng unable to relax.

Upon reaching Xi Meng’s apartment building, Qiao Yi paid the driver and got out with her; Xi Meng turned to him: ”Are you coming up?”

”Today is Christmas! Other couples are probably spending it together.”

Her questioning made Qiao Yi feel a pang of sadness inside, and the suppressed emotions were about to erupt; he didn’t want to leave, either.

The driver left after getting paid, leaving Qiao Yi and Xi Meng looking at each other at the entrance.

Later Xi Meng lowered her keen eyes, spotting the snow, then looked aside.

Qiao Yi kept his gaze on her; he’d noticed the snow as soon as they left AM, while Xi Meng, distracted by his action, had forgotten everything including the weather, noticing it only now.

Xi Meng walked with her head down, leading.

It wasn’t the first or second time Qiao Yi stayed over, but...

She always felt nervous each time, even at thirty, surprisingly still nervous about such things.

Truth be told, she had read before that men with big... would ruin women, a notion she thought exaggerated, reserved for foreign men, yet Qiao Yi proved it possible for Chinese men too.

Qiao Yi honestly felt she was dragging her feet; even unlocking the door upstairs was painstakingly slow. Knowing she was reluctant, he patiently waited for her to open the door.

”Qiao Yi, tonight...”

Once opening the door, she turned around, stopping the excited Qiao Yi at the entrance, his brows furrowed, dark eyes watching her.

”Can I spend tonight alone?”

She bit her lip, thinking it over, deciding to refuse him.

Qiao Yi...

”It’s snowing outside; would you like to see the snowman?”

Qiao Yi, a man who found a genuine woman and started a real relationship only in the ’evening years’, was far from being as naive as Xi Meng imagined.

Xi Meng...

See a snowman?

Xi Meng took a long time to react, and Qiao Yi’s dark eyes already seemed ready to devour her, though his legs managed to behave, not stepping inside.

She had to release her hand from the door, stepping aside to let him in.

”Thanks!”

Qiao Yi politely thanked her, hands in pockets as he walked in.

Xi Meng raised her head, heartbroken by his thank you, and bewildered by his sudden close in after thanking her, only to hear the door close behind with a snap.

A snap as the light went off too!

Xi Meng was pinned against the door. In the dark, she only heard his rugged breaths, and the next moment, her breath was taken away.

”Xi Meng!”

”Hmm?”

”Why haven’t you mentioned marriage recently?”

The surroundings went utterly quiet, even the sound of a paper falling could be heard clearly.