His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu looked at the jars and bottles in her bag, feeling like it was a treasure pouch, having everything she could possibly need.

”But after you finish these bags of medicine, I still need to take you to the hospital. I’m seriously suspecting you have pneumonia. Was it because you dressed lightly when you went to see Qin Mingzhu that night?”

Helian Hao said as she helped her with the medication.

Qin Mu watched her mix the medicine on the spot, noticing how proficient she was at it.

”Hmm!”

Qin Mu thought about it, she was indeed wearing a down jacket, but underneath was just a shirt, and more importantly, she never zipped it up. Getting in and out of the car countless times, and the wind was quite strong that night.

Helian Hao took her out of the house by noon, not giving her a chance to chat with the old man, but the old man was actually pleased Helian Hao didn’t talk to him, or else he feared being treated like a child.

But as soon as Qin Mu entered the hospital, the hospital decided to keep her.

It was indeed pneumonia, requiring hospitalization for observation.

Mu Yichen rushed back from outside the city, arriving before dark.

Actually, Qin Mu felt quite alright in the hospital, a change of environment made her mind involuntarily relax.

When Mu Yichen arrived, she was in the ward drawing, with a needle still in her hand, but it didn’t affect her creation at all.

Standing at the door, Mu Yichen watched the woman inside, not even wearing lipstick, clearly feeling unwell, yet so focused on drawing, he couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Helian Hao was about to find her as work ended but slowed down seeing Mu Yichen at the door, gently patting him on the back: ”Hey!”

Mu Yichen turned his head and, seeing it was her, said with a somewhat weary voice, ”Thanks!”

”No need to thank me, but could you please stay in the ward tonight no matter what she says? Just stay by her side and let her work through it.”

”What if she doesn’t speak? — ’Work through it,’ that sounds a bit ominous.”

Mu Yichen frowned, reminding her.

Helian Hao...

Helian Hao’s big eyes stared at him calmly, wondering how to respond to Mu like this.

In Rongcheng, there truly aren’t even ten people who can talk Mu Yichen down with a few words.

Which shows just how sharp his mouth is.

Even though Qin Mu’s drawing did not stop, she definitely heard the conversation outside.

Mu Yichen was here!

As thoughts ran through her mind, her hand drew faster, her gaze more focused.

Perhaps fearing him stepping in would disrupt her, Qin Mu chose to draw more before he came in.

Helian Hao entered before Mu Yichen, but just said, ”Hey, your husband’s here. I’m off to my mother-in-law’s, call me if you need anything!”

Waving her hand, Helian Hao left, Qin Mu curiously watching her, thinking you’re clearly making space for Mu?

Mu stood at the door, then slowly closed it after Helian Hao left, walking towards her step by step.

Qin Mu’s eyes stared at him calmly, without any sign of temper.

Mu Yichen raised his gaze, feeling guilty under her eyes: ”Want some water?”

Mu Yichen asked her.

”No!”

Her throat was still hoarse, but she spoke nonetheless.

Just hearing her voice made Mu Yichen feel her pain, surely her throat was uncomfortable now.

He walked over to stand by the window, leaning his tall figure against it, watching outside as if lost in thought; below stood a French sycamore, barren and leafless, as if choosing seclusion this winter.

Mu Yichen turned back to look at the bed, she was drawing again.

He could even hear the sound of her pencil on paper, observing how those stubborn eyes earlier in the day now held such firmness and steadiness.

He still poured half a glass of water, placing it on her table, then said he was going out: ”I’m stepping out for a smoke!”

Qin Mu didn’t respond to him, continuing her drawing.

Mu Yichen knew he wasn’t welcome, so he proactively left.

Qin Haiming texted Qin Mu, asking if she felt better, and she truthfully replied: ”No, pneumonia, hospitalized!”

Qin Mu actually thought this was just a minor issue, not worth worrying about.

But Qin Haiming came to the hospital after finishing his work at night.

Qin Haiming sat in a chair by her bed: ”Don’t be so careless when you’re sick! Don’t let Mingzhu’s matter weigh on you, it’s all fine, okay?”