His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu heard some movement inside and then went back in; he had woken up.

Mu Yichen gently got up from the bed, and as Qin Mu again sat next to her daughter, he looked at her once before going out to answer the phone. Qin Mu then lay down again, watching Huanhuan sleep so soundly that she couldn’t help but smile.

”The Jing Family patriarch is on the phone; he said he’s going to come over later.”

Having finished the call, Mu Yichen went back in to inform Qin Mu.

”Should I take Huanhuan away?”

”No need, just stay here.”

Mu Yichen’s eyes, dark as pitch, looking at her, showed not the slightest intention of avoiding her.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything more. Before long, she heard the door of the outer office open as the manager personally greeted the old patriarch upstairs, served tea, then left.

In the office, an old man and a young man sat on the couch, with the tea on the table untouched.

The old man still held his cane: ”What’s wrong with you, lad? Weren’t you getting along fine with Xiaoqing before? How come as soon as that girl came back, she changed her ways?”

”When have I ever been with Jing Qing? It was just helping from beginning to end; wasn’t it you who said she was having a tough time in the entertainment industry and asked me to back her up?”

Mu Yichen lifted his eyes and let out an involuntary shallow laugh as he started to quibble with him.

”Not even a bit of true feeling? Xiaoqing has deep feelings for you.”

The old man couldn’t help but speak well of his own granddaughter, seeing his stubborn manner. Today, after Jing Qing saw the video of Qin Mu on the web, she called and cried to him in grievance. It pained him so much that he had to come to Mu Yichen immediately.

”As for her, if you ask about affection, that would be sibling affection.”

Mu Yichen’s lips curved up slightly; that was as far as he could go with the conversation.

In truth, he grew up in the same court with Jing Feng, Jing Qing, and Jiang Zhiyuan, all the same age. Naturally, their feelings for each other were special, but that didn’t mean special feelings could become his weakness.

”You give me a straight answer, boy; do you want our Xiaoqing or that woman?” The old patriarch was obviously a bit impatient. Brotherly and sisterly affection is not what he wanted.

Mu Yichen looked up at the old man, his eyes solidly cold and resolute.

And Qin Mu, lying on the bed inside with her daughter, quietly listened through the door.

”Even if you ask me a million times, the answer will not change; I don’t have the kind of feelings for Jing Qing that you want.”

Mu Yichen replied promptly, still giving the old patriarch due respect.

”What is Xiaoqing lacking compared to that girl? Our two families have had this relationship for decades. Xiaoqing has adored you since she was a child, and let me tell you, even if Xiaoqing knows that girl has given you a daughter, she would treat that girl as her own. And once Xiaoqing marries into the Mu Family, she could give you a son.”

”Deciding to have sons or daughters is up to us?”

Mu Yichen laughed involuntarily, ignoring the rest of the old man’s words.

”Regardless, Xiaoqing can bear you children, isn’t that enough? She has no second thoughts about you. Even amidst the entertainment industry’s dye vat, have you ever seen her involved in any scandals? On the contrary, look at that girl who just came back a few days ago; scandalous rumors with Liu Jingyuan are already circulating.”

”As for why Qin Mu got involved in such rumors with Liu Jingyuan, you might want to go back and ask your granddaughter about that.”

The voice of Mu Yichen was calm, yet cold.

Qin Mu, listening inside, lost herself in thought.

He knew everything, he believed her too. That truly was enough.

But the more he considered for her, the more uncomfortable her heart became.

”What do you mean by that?”

At Mu Yi’s words, the old patriarch knitted his brows and jabbed his cane on the floor, his face growing even colder.

”Grandfather, you’ve always been the patriarch I respect the most. But certain things are as they are, and you must be clearer about them than I am.”

Mu Yichen said as he stood up from the couch and, suppressing his inner turmoil, walked to the window to view the city’s bustle in the distance and the indistinct roads below.

It turns out the relationship between the Jing Family and the Mu Family was so frail, with no marriage alliance, then it shall end.

This relationship was fragile, it seemed even more fragile than his and Qin Mu’s.

All of a sudden, he found a bit of dignity again, and his heart no longer felt so suffocated.

”You care for your own granddaughter and use her to intimidate Qin Mu. Let bygones be bygones, but it can’t happen over and over again; otherwise, you don’t deserve to be respected by the younger generation anymore.”

His words were heavy, although still delivered with a casual air, but each word weighed deep.

The old man snorted, standing up and looking slightly askance at his back: Lad, are you threatening me? You’re still too green!

”We’ll see about that!”

Mu Yichen also turned around, his composure laced with ruthlessness!

”We’ll see? Then we’ll just have to see. If you can’t marry Xiaoqing, our families’ relationship is over. I, as a grandfather, naturally have to seek justice for my granddaughter.”

The old patriarch said all the nice words he could, laid down the harsh ones, and then walked away.

”We shall wait and see!”

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”Wait!”

The old patriarch immediately turned his head at the familiar voice, his gaze fierce.