His Beloved Treasure

He swiftly packed away the photos into the bag and then turned to leave.

Jing Qing stood there watching him depart, his words echoing continuously in her mind, feeling as if it was all an illusion.

Bankrupt his family?

Head falling to the ground?

For Qin Mu, he could reach such extremes?

The law?

What exactly did he mean by mentioning those two words?

Mu Yichen didn’t return to the private room, but called Qiao Yi and drove away.

Because Jing Qing hadn’t returned either, the two business partners thought they had gone off to do ’that’, and Qiao Yi didn’t bother to explain, being used to it anyway.

He was accustomed to people discussing Mu Yichen and Jing Qing with abandon in front of him.

Those people always loved to say Mu Yichen and Jing Qing were made for each other, surely living together already and the like.

But what was the reality?

Mu Yichen loved another girl.

Jing Qing was merely unrequited.

After Mu Yichen arrived at her studio, he found only one girl on duty on the ground floor, who said Qin Mu was still upstairs.

Mu Yichen went directly to the second floor only to find her nibbling on a burger while working.

All his frustrations vanished in that moment.

She was so silly; she didn’t even realize that Jian Yan liked her.

He just stood there holding his coat and bag at the doorway, looking at her, his eyes filled with a kind of patience and indulgence born from love.

She was adding finishing touches to a suit. After finishing her burger, she felt a bit thirsty. Picking up the cup beside her and seeing no water, she stood up to go pour some and then, raising her eyes, she saw the man standing at the door.

He looked somewhat tired.

”Why are you here? Don’t you have a social engagement?”

”Can’t spare even a little time? Eating such unhealthy food?”

He frowned and asked her as he walked over to gently place the clothes on the sofa.

”Just not very hungry, I ate too much of the delicious breakfast you made this morning, hehe.”

She said, unconsciously sticking out her tongue, then looking at the empty cup in her hand: I’ll go get some water, take a seat.

”Do you want some too?”

As she turned to pour the water, she looked back at him sitting on the couch and, without waiting for his reply, she took a disposable paper cup and filled it for him too.

Mu Yichen always refused disposable paper cups, frowning as he watched her bring the water, then he just took the one she was going to drink from.

Qin Mu...

”That one has a lipstick mark!”

Qin Mu could only kindly remind him, thinking he would dislike it, but he sipped the water slowly, without any sign of distaste, and even seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.

She could only sit with her disposable cup next to him on the couch: Why did you come over at noon?

”I want to borrow your place to take a nap.”

He told her with a weary voice.

The reason, he didn’t know either; just that he drove here and simply came up.

Looking up at her sitting so far away, he involuntarily spoke again: Why sit so far from me? Come closer.

”We’re together every day, is it necessary to sit right next to you? If you’re tired, go sleep, I need to rush to finish these Chapters of drawings and hand them over to the garment factory.”

Mu Yichen instantly felt unhappy: Can’t you accompany me for a few minutes?

”That’s not it!”

Still, she moved closer, then noticed the bag next to his coat: What’s this?

Mu Yichen didn’t speak, just looked at her as she sat down, his hand casually resting on the back of the couch, his entire posture facing her.

Qin Mu took another sip of water before putting down the cup and then examined the bag in her hands.

It felt like photographs.

And indeed, they were photographs.

”Wow, so beautiful!”

Qin Mu was instantly captivated by her own image in the photos.

Was that gentle woman, as if stepping out from the wind, really her?

It wasn’t as hot in Paris, so what she wore appeared warm, but those few days were windy.

She suddenly realized that her master seemed to look even more stylish in the photos.

No, that’s not right, who took these photos of her with her master?

Photos from Paris too, she turned to look at him: Did you have someone secretly take them?

”You think I’m that bored?”

He asked her, holding back the jealously.

”Well, that’s true, but who else would be so bored as to secretly photograph me and my master?”

Qin Mu looked through a few more pictures, some were of her with clients at a café, though she and her master were quite close together.

In reality, it was Jian Yan who was close to her.

But, she didn’t sense anything wrong; she just felt that the person who took these photos must have had bad intentions.

There were also photos at Jian Yan’s work studio, the two of them head-to-head discussing design drawings on the table. She still remembered the contents of their discussion that day.

Her brows slowly furrowed because the more she looked, the more she knew this wasn’t simply a matter of a photographer taking pictures for people.