His Beloved Treasure

”Mu Yichen!”

She called him softly, withdrawing her hand from the pocket of her coat in the cold air, caressing the angular contours of his face.

Facing his dark eyes, she felt no fear, responding in kind.

Mu Yichen suddenly let out a light laugh, gazing at her shining expression, then bowed his head to domineeringly capture her soft lips.

Qin Mu took a deep breath but found it impossible to breathe properly, as his gentle touch gradually warmed the side of her face blown by the wind.

——

”Coming back so late? Hmm?”

A few minutes later, after he had kissed enough, Mr. Mu casually released her face from his hands, holding a cigarette, finally willing to speak, though the low question carried undeniable authority.

Qin Mu feared his dark eyes then.

”I seem to have called?”

Qin Mu tentatively asked him, afraid he had forgotten!

”Hmm! You said on the phone you’d be back before ten.”

Mu Yichen agreed, in this dark and cold night, his voice, though full of intimidation, still bore some warmth.

Qin Mu lowered her gaze, looking at his chest, her hand lightly tapping on the fabric.

”AD left later than Jian Yan, I stayed with her for a bit.”

Mu Yichen looked at Qin Mu’s expression as she spoke, tossed the cigarette into the yard to extinguish itself, then with his hands tainted with tobacco, tilted her chin to make her look up: ”What were you discussing?”

”Topics between women!”

Qin Mu glanced at him, reluctant to delve further.

”Oh? What kind of topics between women?”

Mu Yichen’s probing forced Qin Mu into a bit of resignation, making her change the subject: ”Let’s go inside quickly, it’s freezing!”

Mu Yichen fell silent again, but his fiery gaze rests on her, filled with patience, awaiting her explanation.

In his mind, any women might discuss such topics, but she and AD?

She left it unsaid, as AD, such a person, always talks about design-related matters; expecting her to mention family?

”Darling, don’t you know that you’re not great at lying? You’re banking on my trust in you.”

Mu Yichen’s deep, charming voice subtly ensnared the heart.

Qin Mu’s heart quivered with fear: ”Mu Yichen, have you always spoiled me like this?”

She lifted her head, searching for something within his deep eyes.

”Otherwise, with your skills, I would have dismembered you long ago.”

Mu Yichen had to admit this fact.

”Since you’re always spoiling me, why not spoil me once more?”

Qin Mu said with a blink, causing Mu Yichen to involuntarily frown.

”You owe me two trips to the woods.”

Mu Yichen glanced outside at the dark ground, softly mentioned.

Qin Mu’s heart quaked again, wasn’t it one time?

”Wait till next summer, so you won’t freeze.”

Mu Yichen showed thoughtful consideration.

”But there are mosquitoes in summer!”

Qin Mu was resigned, mumbling as she kept her hands buried in his pockets, unwilling to take them out.

”Oh? Mrs. Mu seems to prefer winter, from what I hear?”

Mu Yichen suddenly changed the topic, frightening Qin Mu nearly to her wit’s end.

”Whatever you want, I’m going back to the room.”

Qin Mu pulled her hands out of his pockets, and with a lowered head, walked inside.

Mu Yichen remained leaning against the doorframe, not moving, just quietly watching her stubborn little figure.

It wasn’t that Qin Mu didn’t want to talk to Mu Yichen, just that some things, how does one even begin to say?

——

The next morning!

Actually, Qin Mu thought she would perish in bed last night, but Mu Yichen did not pursue the matter any further, not even having relations with her.

When she woke up, she was in Mu Yichen’s arms, but felt uneasy, because she didn’t understand why Mu Yichen let her off last night.

Could it be that Mr. Mu was tired? Was Mr. Mu’s body not up to it?

After both washed up and went downstairs, Feng Fanghua, reading the newspaper, called Qin Mu: ”Xiaomu, come here quickly and look at this little article in the newspaper.”

Qin Mu curiously lifted her head, then walked over to stand behind Feng Fanghua, who handed her the newspaper, yet couldn’t resist glancing at it herself: ”This one.”

”The title is ’A Girl’s Revenge’!”

Qin Mu glanced at it, her brow twitching slightly, then seriously read the text below, while Mu Yichen, tall and imposing, stood by her side reading along.

”Is this talking about you?”

Mu Yichen looked intently at the newspaper, his brow knitting tightly.