His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen suddenly lowered his head, remembering a time when he was abroad.

Back then, there were no streetlights in that place, but here, there happened to be one, although its light was blocked by the branches. Still, some light filtered through the leaves and fell right on her face.

”Do you still remember?”

”Yeah!”

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The next day, as soon as Mu Yichen went to work, someone knocked on the door. Jiang Zhiyuan and Zhao Huai entered his office together, ”Let’s have a big meal together at noon.”

”It’s only nine o’clock, and you two are already thinking about lunch?”

”Yeah, I was actually sleeping, but Jiang Shao got me up. He said that last night...”

Zhao Huai repeated to Mu Yichen everything Jiang Zhiyuan had told him.

”Now, my buddy is just hoping something happens after a few drinks.”

Jiang Zhiyuan glanced at Zhao Huai and winked, ”You’re the only son of the Jiang Family, you’ve got to leave an heir!”

”Come on, Mu Yichen, don’t bring up what shouldn’t be mentioned, okay?”

Jiang Zhiyuan immediately sprang up from the chair, his hands frantically pulling at his own hair.

Zhao Huai, not wanting to be involved, quickly stepped to the side. Mu Yichen quickly lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes hiding his dark eyes.

After all, someone interrupted his good time last night. Even if it was his own brother, he had to let off some steam.

Thinking about last night, Mu Yichen’s eyes softened unconsciously, as he had wanted to relive old memories with her.

It seems he’ll have to buy that mountain in the future, and seal off that road.

Of course, he hadn’t even considered whether his wife would agree or not.

”By the way, I just remembered, that road is very close to your place, do you know that kid?”

”Alright, I’ve got important things to do now. You two go wait for me at AM.”

”Then I’m going to take a nap first. Maybe I’ll wander into the wrong guest room again and bump into some beauty. That’ll show you sick-minded guys that I have no issues.”

Jiang Zhiyuan leaned to the side, his hand pressing on the desk as he spoke seriously, then turned and left.

”He’s crazy!”

Zhao Huai said to Mu Yichen, then also got up and left, ”Buddy, you’ve got my car keys.”

After they left, Mu Yichen sent a WeChat message to Qin Mu: Do you know who saw us last night?

Qin Mu was cutting fabric when she picked up her phone. She was puzzled by the message from Mr. Mu, wondering who bumped into her yesterday. Then she remembered they had been spotted by a car in the mountains last night.

”Who?”

”Jiang Zhiyuan!”

Qin Mu...

She was about to reply, but while holding the large scissors in one hand, she lost her grip on the phone with the other, and the phone pitifully dropped to the floor, startling her.

Later she replied to him: He didn’t realize it was us, did he?

”Yeah!”

Qin Mu felt much relieved seeing his message, thinking that if their friends saw them like that on the mountain, they’d never be able to clear their names in this lifetime.

”What are you doing?”

”I’ll show you!”

Qin Mu immediately sent him a photo. Mr. Mu opened it and couldn’t help but laugh: No wonder her hands aren’t as good as before, fiddling with scissors.

”Really?”

”Yeah.”

Qin Mu was amused by his comment, but in the end, she laughed because there weren’t many people who could joke with her like that.

”My new phone almost broke when it dropped on the floor because of you.”

”Husband will buy you a new one.”

Yeah, having a rich husband is great. Qin Mu felt a surge of pride unconsciously, and thinking about finishing the gown for her client, she stopped chatting with him.

At noon, she and Xiaomei went out to eat. At AM, they ran into Jing Qing and several directors and actors who were also going out for lunch. Jing Qing came over to greet her when she saw her, ”What a coincidence, huh?”

”It seems so!”

Qin Mu greeted Director Chen with a smile, seeing him approaching, ”Director Chen, what a coincidence.”

”I thought it was you from far away. How about it? Want to join us at the same table?”

”No, thanks. We’re also with a client. Let’s have a get-together some other time.”

”Sounds good, we’ll get in touch by phone when we’re free,” Director Chen responded with an understated nod.

”Since Miss Qin doesn’t deign to dine with us, let’s go!”

Jing Qing, unhappy that the director gave Qin Mu so much attention, immediately turned and left.

Qin Mu watched as the group left en masse and then suddenly realized that the person behind her was unnaturally quiet.

In fact, Xiaomei had been clutching her phone the whole time, absorbed in something. Only later did Qin Mu learn that Xiaomei was checking the actors’ profiles. She was so excited during the meal that she could hardly eat, constantly telling Qin Mu who the male actor was, what big dramas he had been in. Qin Mu couldn’t help thinking how terrifying it was to be a fan. When Huanhuan grew up, she must never become a fan; otherwise, what if she forgot about her mother?