His Beloved Treasure

Mrs. Yang, upon hearing what she said, was so angry she felt like vomiting blood: ”Ladies, let’s leave!”

Ultimately not daring to make a big fuss, Qin Mu had taken a gamble, but she had won. She indeed didn’t dare let her husband find out about her behavior today. Recently her husband had been reminding her not to provoke Mu Yichen’s woman, so she waited until her husband was away on a business trip before causing trouble.

But she hadn’t expected to underestimate her opponent.

After those women left, Qin Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief, then unconsciously murmured, ”Next time they come to cause trouble, just keep an eye on them, and then send someone to discreetly call the police.”

”Call the police? But her family is so wealthy, would calling the police even help?”

”We have President Mu backing us, what are you afraid of? The one who should be afraid is her.”

Qin Mu glanced at Xiaomei, who probably had been terrified by the group of middle-aged women, but upon understanding Qin Mu’s words, she nodded vigorously.

Xiaomei later told her colleagues, ”I’ve only seen women fighting like this in TV dramas, I never thought real life would be like this.”

In a blink of an eye, Mrs. Yang had called Qin Mingzhu’s mother out, and in a secluded corner of the café sat two middle-aged, wealthy women.

”This little bitch is completely immune to threats.”

Mrs. Yang, clenching her teeth in anger, slammed her hand on the table as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice.

”I told you long ago she’s not easy to deal with. How did you go about finding her?”

Today, Zhang Rujia was dressed in a light blue cheongsam, her long hair coiled up, and even her posture exuded superiority.

”I went with a few mahjong friends to her studio to cause trouble, claiming we felt unwell after wearing clothes she designed, demanding compensation from her. I didn’t expect she would actually suggest I call the police for assistance. I thought she was just a little girl in her early twenties, but she has such nerve.”

Mrs. Yang continued, exhaling a sigh, as if regretting all the years she had lived for nothing.

”She’s always like that, acting as if she’s so righteous. Isn’t she just relying on Mu Yi now? There will come a day when Mu Yi will leave her, and then, I’ll make her come crying to me, begging for mercy.”

The person who hated Qin Mu the most was actually Zhang Rujia; the sense of crisis that her family could be ruined because of that girl made her detest Qin Mu so much she wanted to tear her to pieces.

However, the various protections from the Qin family forced her to endure and not to act rashly.

But the fact that not even Mrs. Yang, a fierce woman, could subdue Qin Mu, made her all the more frustrated and restless.

”Yeah, it’s all because of President Mu. When my husband was home these past few days, he always kept me from going out. Now that you mention it, Mu Yi must have been in touch with my husband. That little bitch is full of malice, and good at seducing men.”

”Hmph, what’s the use of seduction? Aren’t all men fickle? Just wait and see, it won’t be long before Mu Yi abandons her. There are so many reputable ladies in Rongcheng waiting for him to choose from. He’s just been dazzled to pick such a girl to play with for now. I don’t believe he’s really fallen for her.”

”Even if he has feelings, it’s useless. A man’s affection is all driven by the lower half of his body. Once the lower half loses interest, it can no longer direct the upper half.”

”Why do you sound like you’ve had quite the experience?”

Zhang Rujia could not help but ask with a suppressed laugh as she looked at her troubled expression.

”Come on, you’re well aware of the situation in my household, why even ask?”

Mrs. Yang also looked at her, and the two exchanged glances, seeming to have a deep understanding of each other.

”Still, it’s odd about Mu Yi. He has such a good girl like my goddaughter, yet he chooses to be with a girl who has lost her mother and been abandoned by her father. What’s he really after? Jing Qing is countless times better than her, and it’s beyond me why he isn’t with her.”

”I’m only telling you this, so you have to keep it a secret.”

Zhang Rujia immediately lowered her voice.

Mrs. Yang listened intently.

”Though that Miss Jing is above the ordinary, the circles she moves in, well, it’d be hard for her to keep herself clean, I reckon.”

Mrs. Yang looked at her in shock. Zhang Rujia stopped talking and with a look hinted for her to digest the news herself.

At noon, Qin Mu, Xiaomei, and a few colleagues went to a western restaurant for lunch. But when Qin Mu was heading to the restroom, she bumped into Liu Jingyuan, and instinctively remembered that night. She then promptly looked down to avoid eye contact and walked past.

Liu Jingyuan, noticing her intentional avoidance, quietly followed her into the restroom after she entered.

Qin Mu, washing her hands, glanced in the mirror and saw the man behind her. He was holding a cigarette, his gaze downturned as if lost in thought. Qin Mu immediately lowered her head further, quickly finishing washing her hands.