His Beloved Treasure

On Qin Mu’s way home, it was snowing outside, so she drove very slowly. By the time she arrived, it was almost half-past ten.

For some reason, this casual snowfall on such a stressful day actually made her feel much more at ease.

Qin Haiming told her not to worry about this matter. Qin Haiming said, ”It seems someone is deliberately trying to use fabrication to reverse the truth. I’ll handle this; you and Yichen don’t need to be involved.”

Whether a businessman or a designer, their negative impact wouldn’t involve too many interests, but Qin Haiming—she knew—could not handle this matter.

When Qin Mu returned home, Mu Yichen was smoking at the door waiting for her. Qin Mu guessed it was probably because of the newspaper issue.

After getting out of the car, Qin Mu walked over to him, her hands in her coat pockets for warmth, carrying her bag.

”I’m back!”

Qin Mu said standing at the door, then put her hands inside his bathrobe. Inside was warm, making her heart feel warm too.

”Did you have an enjoyable meal?”

Mu Yichen asked softly, his dark eyes full of tenderness.

He used to hesitate to let her have dinner alone at the Qin Family; at that time, she would often leave unhappy.

”Mm!”

Qin Mu agreed, now, between father and daughter, there was no longer resentment, only emotions, things once dropped, now slowly picked up again.

”Let’s go inside!”

Mu Yichen said gently, softly caressing her shoulder.

”Let’s wait until you finish this cigarette!”

Qin Mu said, looking up at him.

She couldn’t lie.

”I have to prevent tomorrow’s newspaper from having similar articles. This piece seemed to have garnered excessive attention, making the leadership nervous.”

”Mm! I’ll handle this matter.”

”No! You and the leadership shouldn’t intervene. It’s best for me to handle it.”

”How will you handle it?”

”I plan to find someone to pretend as the protagonist of this serialization to approach the newspaper.”

Qin Mu’s eyebrows slightly moved, her eyes gentle, stirring the heart and bringing peace.

”Go on!”

Mu Yichen looked at her, noticing how rare it was for her to be so composed.

”The protagonist must be unique, with a special background and identity; what do you think?”

”Sounds good; since you’re offering the idea, I’ll carry it out, and I’ll find the person.”

Mu Yichen agreed but still maintained his principles.

Qin Mu helplessly said, ”I just don’t want to bring unnecessary trouble to you; don’t forget you’re a public figure.”

”At this house, I’m just a son, father, and husband.”

Qin Mu looked up at his determined face, unable to continue arguing with him.

”Alright then!”

Actually, she had few connections in Rongcheng; even if she found someone to help, few would genuinely be helping her, rather than because of her husband.

Moreover, this matter couldn’t be dragged out for too long, so Mu Yichen doing it would be fastest.

Mu Yichen didn’t finish his cigarette and discarded it.

”That was a waste today!”

Qin Mu said as he embraced her and they walked inside.

”I was afraid you’d get cold!”

Mu Yichen responded softly to her.

Their voices grew distant, yet their silhouette remained beautiful, like a painting, making one reluctant to look away, imagining a romantic novel unfolding.

Who said no matter how long a love lasts, it can’t withstand the ruin of marriage?

Back in the room, they both took a shower and then cuddled in bed.

Actually, Qin Mu was on top of him.

Qin Mu easily nestled against him as if in a warm haven.

Mu Yichen gently lifted a leg, his fingers softly stroking her hair.

”With Qin Mingzhu returning this time, I don’t seem to have the same obsession as before.”

After speaking, Qin Mu looked up at him, as he hadn’t responded. Seeing the calm in his eyes, she unconsciously smiled and then rolled off him.

”I need to apply a face mask, would you like one?”

”Okay!”

Mu Yichen lay still against the headboard, watching her quickly put on her robe and head inside.

Her long hair, softly draping on her back, beautifully alluring him.

This night, quietly passed by.

Outside, the snow hadn’t stopped.

Mu Zihao was urged by Feng Fanghua to go out and buy roasted sweet potatoes from the place Mu Yichen once bought; he drove leisurely through the icy snow and returned slowly after buying them for his wife.