His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1687: Chapter 470: The Beginning and the End (16)

Jing Qing advised her.

Zhen Jie glanced at Jing Qing, he didn’t like hearing Mu Yichen’s name from Jing Qing’s mouth.

When parting after dinner, Jing Qing stopped Qin Mu and said: ”Qin Mu, before Yichen could cut ties with me for you, he even drove me out of town, never to return. Can’t you let go of Jian Yan for him?”

”But aren’t you back again?”

Qin Mu smiled gently, asked her softly, and then said goodbye.

Jing Qing stood at the hotel entrance, watching Qin Mu drive away with Feng Fanghua, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She didn’t know whether it was right to come back and see this couple.

Zhen Jie, standing beside her and seeing her so melancholy, frowned unhappily. As soon as someone brought the car over, he immediately got in: ”Let’s go!”

After Jing Qing got in the car, before she even fastened her seatbelt, he drove off.

Jing Qing knew he was angry, but she also knew he understood.

”Actually, I really regret the things I did back then!”

She paused, choked up, barely managing to get the rest of her words out.

Zhen Jie drove silently, just listening quietly.

”But ever since I met you, I’ve never regretted it again!”

Jing Qing was wise, knowing what to say at this moment to make Zhen Jie happy.

Indeed, after she said this, Zhen Jie grabbed her hand and placed it on his leg. Jing Qing smiled softly at him, resting lightly on his shoulder. Those unpleasant past memories played silently in her mind, but she didn’t speak of them.

It was Feng Fanghua who, upon returning, talked to Mu Zihao and the old gentleman about Jing Qing and her husband’s matters.

Qin Mu still refrained from commenting.

After all, their marital relationship seemed good, so she had nothing much to say.

Mu Yichen came down from upstairs as night fell, and Qin Mu had been busy helping with making dumplings.

Urged by Feng Fanghua, she gave Qin Haiming a call. Knowing Uncle Wang was with him, the Mu Family members felt relieved and continued making dumplings at ease.

During dinner, Qin Mu ate very little, and the old gentleman, worried that she was still in a bad mood, asked her: ”Mumu, why aren’t you eating more? No appetite?”

”No! The leader wants me to come back later to try the dumplings he made!”

Qin Mu explained, then smiled awkwardly.

Before hanging up, the leader specifically asked her to eat less at her in-laws’ and come home to try his dumplings later.

”Hahaha! Tell him when you get back, I’ll come to have a drink with him tomorrow, and he better prepare some good dishes for me!”

Mu Zihao said to Qin Mu with a laugh.

”Okay! I’ll let him know!”

Qin Mu nodded in agreement.

”Mom, are you going to see grandpa? I want to go too!”

Huanhuan, listening to the adults’ conversation, got a bit entranced and missed her grandpa too.

”Sure! As long as you don’t fall asleep.”

Qin Mu agreed.

”What if I doze off?”

Huanhuan, who started getting sleepy during the New Year’s Eve dinner, was a bit worried.

”Then you’ll have to wait until the day after tomorrow!”

Qin Mu explained again.

”Why do we have to wait until the day after tomorrow?”

Huanhuan remained curious.

”Because the day after tomorrow is the day daughters visit their mothers’ families!”

This time, Feng Fanghua responded, gently pinching her beloved granddaughter’s little nose, before Qin Mu could answer.

Qin Mu thought to herself, this girl now asks a hundred thousand whys, but felt delighted that her daughter really was growing up.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Mu Yichen grabbed a coat and also helped Qin Mu get one of the same color as his.

When Qin Mu stepped out, she saw him waiting for her near the living room, so she walked over.

”Put on your coat first!”

It had started to snow lightly outside, and although it wasn’t cold at all, they still needed their coats.

The two of them drove to the Qin Family. While in the car, Qin Mu’s phone kept receiving WeChat messages, especially from Qin Mingzhu, who sent a lot.

All urging her to come home, to take pictures, as if fearing she might muddle things up with Miss Qin Mingzhu.

When Qin Mu reached the doorstep, she sent her a short video: ”I’m going in now, stop sending me messages.”

During the drive, Mu Yichen didn’t speak to her, but after getting out of the car, they kept pace perfectly, with Mu Yichen staying by her side.

Uncle Wang had gone home half an hour before they arrived. Qin Haiming sat by himself in the living room, drinking tea and waiting for them, with teacups prepared.

”We’re back!”

Qin Mu called out upon entering, feeling the house was too quiet, so she briskly walked inside.

Qin Haiming was pouring tea. Hearing her, he looked up and saw his precious daughter.

”Are we early or late? Haven’t started cooking yet?”

Qin Mu noticed the tea and asked.

”It’s not too late to have a couple of teas first, the dumplings aren’t cooked yet, come sit down!”

Qin Haiming explained happily.

”Oh!”

Qin Mu responded, then went over, with Mu Yichen following her. They set their coats aside before sitting down.

”You two have some tea, I’ll go check if the water is boiling and cook the dumplings!”

Qin Haiming took a sip of tea, said to them, then started to stand up.

”I’ll go!”

Qin Mu immediately stopped him, volunteering herself.

Qin Haiming looked at her with a look of disbelief.

Mu Yichen immediately grabbed her wrist, and Qin Mu instinctively looked at Mu Yichen.