His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen didn’t answer her, he just raised his hand and gently stroked half of her cheek. It felt so good that he was reluctant to let go.

”Mommy and Daddy, we’re back!”

Then, Huanhuan and Chengcheng suddenly ran in from outside. Huanhuan ran so fast that Mu Yichen had to let go of Qin Mu’s face. He had just wanted to steal a kiss, and the result...

The children’s interruption was not the first time. He was used to it but still really annoyed.

Huanhuan had injured her nose last time, and there’s still a scar, but it seemed to make the skin around her nose more youthful.

And Huanhuan had long forgotten the pain, though sometimes she can’t help but scratch it. But knowing that scratching might leave a scar, she maturely refrained.

Mu Yichen was initially a bit upset, but seeing his daughter with an injured nose, he couldn’t criticize her. After all, everyone had blamed him relentlessly when Huanhuan got hurt. If he dared to scold his daughter now, he imagined his parents would scold him thoroughly.

Chengcheng followed behind. After finally catching up, he went straight to the sofa and climbed onto Mommy’s lap.

Mu Yichen and Qin Mu were initially facing each other, but when Chengcheng sat down, he felt a bit uncomfortable and unhappily glanced at his dad.

Mu Yichen was even more displeased, furrowing his brow and thinking, ”Cheng Yang, can’t you read the room a bit?”

But Chengcheng couldn’t understand his father’s expression and lifted his foot, saying, ”Daddy, off, take!”

Mu Yichen...

Even Qin Mu, who was holding Chengcheng, was startled by his words.

”Take it off! Hot!”

Chengcheng couldn’t speak much yet, only managing to blurt out a few words, but it was enough to break President Mu’s composure.

Despite his reluctance, he still held Chengcheng’s ankle with one hand and his shoe in the other, flawlessly taking it off.

Once Chengcheng’s little feet were free, he immediately became happy, supported himself on Mommy, stood between them, and holding onto the sofa, he giggled at Huanhuan behind them. It was as if he was playing hide and seek, suddenly jumping up and startling his sister.

Huanhuan cooperatively widened her eyes but, after a few seconds, couldn’t help laughing, her expression seeming to say, ”My brother is so silly!”

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao came in, taking off their coats while saying, ”We were planning to return right after dropping off that mother and child, but then your Uncle Li called us over for lunch. After lunch, we played cards, oh, what a day it was.”

Feng Fanghua felt her shoulder ache terribly from playing cards.

”Your Uncle Li’s grandson helped take care of these siblings for a day. Luckily, Huanhuan was quite easy, though Chengcheng loves to play mischief, that boy managed to take care of him.”

Mu Zihao said as he went and sat down.

”Ah! Help me massage my shoulder, this side!”

Feng Fanghua sat beside him, leaning over, asking him to massage her shoulders.

”I’ll do it!”

Qin Mu immediately got up from beside the father and son and went behind Feng Fanghua to tentatively start massaging her.

”A little harder! Yes, yes, there! Press harder!”

Feng Fanghua tilted her head in discomfort, one hand guiding as Qin Mu found the right spot. Only once it was found did she release her hand and comfortably stopped speaking.

Mu Zihao couldn’t help but chuckle softly, afraid of being hit if he laughed out loud by his wife.

”Ever since Mumu joined us, she’s been my replacement! Every time your mom was in pain, you and your sister weren’t around, and it worried me sick! Now it’s much better!”

Mu Zihao said while lifting his gaze and looking at Qin Mu massaging Feng Fanghua’s shoulders, feeling very satisfied.

”Who said before that my problem would help strengthen marital relationships?”

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but bring up.

Mu Zihao instantly fell silent, while Qin Mu and Mu Yichen exchanged looks, their eyes filled with intrigue.

Feng Fanghua seemed to realize she might have said too much, becoming a bit awkward.

However, their two little ones didn’t feel the awkwardness at all. Huanhuan was running around in the room, and Chengcheng climbed down Mu Yichen’s legs, chasing after his sister.

Those two robots kept alarming, ”Danger! Danger! Danger!”

But no one listened, as Huanhuan purposely ran over to tap a robot, making the living room lively to the point of a headache for some, like President Mu who couldn’t stand it anymore.

”I’ll go see what Grandpa is doing!”

Mu Yichen lowered his eyebrows, got up, and threw a sentence as he pretended to leave unbothered.

Qin Mu and Feng Fanghua both glanced at his back with a great deal of disdain.

The old man was writing calligraphy and didn’t mind the interruption when Mu Yichen came, only asking, ”Everyone’s back?”

”Yeah!”

Mu Yichen responded as he walked over to look at the old man’s calligraphy: ”Giving up!”

These two words seemed simple yet irresistibly made one think deeper.

Between taking and giving, is it really that easy?

The old man slightly turned his eyes to look at his grandson, ”Want to try?”

”Sure!”

Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows slightly and then took the old man’s brush, gently moved the paper with ”Giving up” to the side, took a fresh sheet, placed it in the center of the desk, and seriously wrote two words.

”Stingy?”

The old man was about to compliment the good handwriting, but when he read the words out loud, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

”When facing the ones I love, rather than giving up, I prefer to hold onto them tightly!”

Mu Yichen put down the brush gently and earnestly responded to the old man.

”You brat!”

The old man couldn’t help but get exasperated, arguing even over the two words.

Mu Yichen, however, flashed a shallow smile.

”Get lost a bit! Not everyone is going to steal your woman. With your narrow-mindedness, it wouldn’t be surprising if Mumu ran off with someone someday!”

The old man carelessly pushed his grandson away, still annoyed with the words ”stingy” written down, and childishly blackened them all out.

Mu Yichen lowered his eyes, thinking, ”Does that still count as giving up?”

But he didn’t dare say the old man was feigning generosity.

After dinner, Qin Mu went to shower while Mu Yichen was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, holding a laptop video conference. Then, he heard Qin Mu’s phone ring twice. The first time he raised his eyes, not wanting to be bothered, but by the second ring, his expression turned more serious—not because of the interruption but out of curiosity.

He casually placed his laptop on the table, then walked over to the bed, bent his upright posture, and picked up the phone lying there.

He always knew her phone password so easily unlocked it and opened WeChat.

Rui Sen: ”Remember this photo? When we first entered college, my parents took this of me, but later discovered unexpectedly, you were right there beside me.”

Rui Sen: ”And this one too! Qinqin, why didn’t you choose me?”

He opened both of the photos Rui Sen sent while walking back to the sofa to sit down, one hand naturally resting on the back of the sofa, gazing down at the phone’s photos, reading those two sentences twice.

Rui Sen used English, but luckily, Mu Yichen’s English was exceptionally good.

Unknowingly, he found his teeth grinding. The managers in the video conference noticed his thoughtful and inattentive manner and couldn’t help but call him, ”Yichen!”

Mu Yichen then raised his eyes again to look at the video and gently set the phone aside, ”Continue!”