His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu just listened silently, not chatting with him.

As for feeling sorry...

Qin Mu thought he was deliberately acting cold, so she paid him no attention.

”Dad and Mom called and asked about you, telling you not to worry about things at home, and to focus on recovering.”

Mu Yichen sat by the bed, looking at her sideways as he spoke.

Qin Mu just turned her head again to grab her sketchpad, then bent her knees to continue drawing.

Her hand was bruised from the IV needle, but she didn’t mind, just focused on her work.

Mu Yichen looked at her and felt that she was saying to him: Just go already, don’t interrupt my work.

”And about that two million you transferred to my phone the other night, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Seeing that the sympathy tactic didn’t work, Mu Yichen put it away and asked her in a cold tone.

”Wasn’t it your money we used to buy the car last time?”

Qin Mu replied, in a tone even colder than his.

”I’ve ’slept’ with you for so many years, those millions don’t need to be returned,”

Mu Yichen said to her, looking at her with downcast eyes.

Qin Mu’s drawing movements stopped, her sharp gaze directed at him: ”If Mr. Mu puts it that way, then give it back!”

Mu Yichen...

The look in Qin Mu’s eyes held something solitary, making Mu Yichen frown subconsciously.

”Give it back to you? The money? Or the sleep?”

”Of course the money! I’m frigid!”

Qin Mu refused his implied invitation to ’sleep’ back with the most direct manner.

Mu Yichen stopped talking, his eyes deep and unreadable as he looked at her, a faint smirk.

”I heard Mr. Mu used to have insomnia, but after sleeping with me, it seems it hasn’t recurred. If all of this converts to treatment fees, I guess I really don’t owe Mr. Mu any money! Mr. Mu should have reminded me earlier.”

Qin Mu looked at him with the same sharp gaze, as if they weren’t a couple, but merely a transaction of money and color.

”Dare you say another word?”

Mu Yichen still turned his head towards her, but this time his gaze was cold as a knife!

”Seems Mr. Mu brought it up first!”

Seeing his stare, Qin Mu just reminded him with one sentence then lowered her head, continuing to draw.

Of course, the drawings she was doing now would be erased later.

Her mind was devoid of inspiration, a tangled mess, swollen.

It was just that she was sulking with him and didn’t want to look so bad that she kept sketching.

Mu Yichen slowly stood up, his gaze growing sharper as he looked at her.

Maybe because Qin Mu’s last sentence reminded him, so Mu Yichen didn’t threaten her anymore, instead went to the bathroom.

After Mu Yichen went to the bathroom, Qin Mu’s tensed body finally relaxed a bit.

Looking at the drawing she worked on all afternoon, now a mess, she unthinkingly sighed, then pulled the paper off the sketchpad, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it towards the nearby trash can, but it missed. With inadequate skill, she moved her mouth in disappointment, clearly lazy, but still got out of bed to pick it up and put it in.

Her eyes carried that kind of childish laziness, yet also an adult’s helplessness.

When she returned to bed, Mu Yichen had just come out of the bathroom, saw her move, and asked her: ”What’s the matter?”

Qin Mu’s large eyes glanced at him, then lay back down.

Not wanting to talk to him, she turned her back to him.

Mu Yichen...

”Seems like I don’t need to stay here, do I?”

”You should go!”

Qin Mu responded along with his words, because she could hear that Mr. Mu really didn’t want to stay.

”Just don’t regret it!”

Mu Yichen said this, initially about to undress, but after hearing that, put his clothes back on, buttoning them up as he walked out.

Qin Mu, with her back turned to him, felt a cold wind blow in when the door opened, hitting her overheated back, making her involuntarily shiver.

Then came the cold sound, the door closing.

Qin Mu’s hands under the pillow were tightly clenched.

After exiting the door, Mu Yichen grabbed a cigarette and strode out.

Though Qin Mu was stubborn, tears still lingered at the corners of her eyes, wetting the pillow.

Later she fell asleep, assuming it was due to the medication, making her prone to drowsiness.

In the middle of the night, she coughed a few times, got up to get water, and then realized there was someone lying next to her.

Hmm! It’s Mr. Mu!

When did he come back?

She didn’t call him, quietly got out of bed herself, and added some hot water to the half cup of cold water.

There was only a water dispenser here, no thermos, but recently because of her anger with Mr. Mu, she became more diligent, so she still went to get hot water to drink.