His Beloved Treasure

”Go change your clothes, and don’t worry about us,”

her friends told her. Qin Mingzhu looked down at her own clothes and had no choice but to go change. But as soon as she left, the group began whispering among themselves unanimously.

The weather outside was rather gloomy. After Yang Qianxi took a taxi and left, Qin Mingzhu’s car also came out from the underground parking lot.

Qin Mu was working in the office when a colleague from reception came up to her: ”Qinqin, there’s a Miss who wants to see you, Yang Qianxi.”

After hearing this, Qin Mu closed the file she was looking at and turned to look towards the door.

Yang Qianxi had indeed come to find her.

And she looked like she had already had a confrontation with those two women.

Qin Mu’s eyes were certainly sharp. She could tell from Yang Qianxi’s face what her mood was, but she had anticipated the turn of events not because of that, but because she understood Qin Mingzhu better.

How could she have guessed that this matter also involved Jing Qing, who was out filming, and she had always thought it was Zhang Rujia’s idea to encourage Qin Mingzhu to do it, given that the mother and daughter both hated her.

”Qin Mingzhu told me it was Jing Qing who arranged the jury, guaranteed that I would win first place, and moreover, I would be propelled to the prestigious position of Rongcheng’s top designer, which is why I got carried away...”

Yang Qianxi started to say but then lowered her head, struggling to continue.

Qin Mu didn’t ask her anything further, just listened to her speak. Yang Qianxi never heard Qin Mu say a word, knowing in the end, she might still have to rely on Qin Mu if she wanted to turn the situation around, so she added, ”I guess there must be some bad blood between you for things to be this bad, I’m willing to help you against them. All I ask is for you to give me a chance to earn a living.”

It wasn’t until then that Qin Mu slightly raised her eyes, still sitting in the chair, as composed as ever.

”As soon as I returned to the country, I was branded a plagiarist. If even you won’t help me, then I’m truly out of options in this industry.”

Yang Qianxi continued, looking at the calm and wise Qin Mu behind the desk, and she almost instantly regretted agreeing to plagiarize for Qin Mingzhu.

”I have a fault: I neither suspect nor employ the suspected,”

Qin Mu lifted her eyes to look at her, her sharp gaze piercing straight into Yang Qianxi, who was standing across from her.

Yang Qianxi was newly established in her career, her aura lacking not just by a little, and she took a sharp breath of nervousness upon hearing Qin Mu’s words, ”I can work first without taking a salary.”

”You’ve made such a mistake at the start of your career, I really can’t accommodate you here.”

Qin Mu looked at her anxious demeanor without the slightest discomfort.

She couldn’t help thinking she used to believe she’d never become heartless to this extent. Yet, one day, when she became ruthless, there was no hesitation.”

Her refusal was so straightforward, and she felt no burden at all, even if this girl would henceforth have nowhere else to go.

Yang Qianxi involuntarily took a deep breath, which she slowly let out after a long time.

The mercilessness of Qin Mu made her laugh helplessly, and after a long while, she took a step back.

”So it turns out you are all the same kind of people, all selfish, only thinking of your own interests. In your world, there is no one else, just your own benefits.”

Yang Qianxi raised her hand, laughed in despair, and then looked with desperate eyes at the woman before her, before turning to leave.

”Yang Qianxi!”

Qin Mu’s eyes, cold and detached, looked down at the drawing paper before parting her sensual lips.

Yang Qianxi instantly turned around, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her.

”A plagiarist has no right to feel wronged!”

Qin Mu said, then looked towards the door. Yang Qianxi’s tears fell from her eyes in an instant, and at that moment, all her anger was extinguished by her tears.

The warm air in the office felt stifling. Qin Mu stood up from her chair and slowly circled the desk.

”If you really can’t find a place to go, I might be able to recommend a job for you.”

”Really? Does it have to do with design?”

Qin Mu glanced at her again, her gaze cold, domineering, and filled with an indisputable sharpness.

Upon a closer look, her demeanor bore some resemblance to that of President Mu at times.

”It’s related, I suppose. My assistant has been quite busy recently. She’s mainly in charge of organizing my files, receiving clients, and helping with various tasks like arranging custom clothes for celebrities. If you can handle this tough job, you can start with that.”

Qin Mu told her in a low voice, and immediately Yang Qianxi started crying, covering her mouth, ”I really didn’t mean to do it. I thought no matter what happened in the past, as long as I could produce good work in the future, all of my past could be erased. I thought that as long as they were there, I’d have no problems.”

As she spoke, she lowered her head, almost burying her face in her chest.

”But you forgot, in this world, no one will boost you up for no reason, nor does anyone want to take the fall for you, unless it’s someone who loves you.”

Yang Qianxi nodded vigorously.

”Your probation period is one month, starting now?”

Qin Mu didn’t bother with small talk.

She nodded eagerly, of course hoping to start right away. Qin Mu didn’t say anything else but led her out instead.

”Everyone, hold on a second. Starting today, Yang Qianxi will temporarily take over Xiaomei’s duties,”

Qin Mu announced to everyone on the first floor after a simple introduction and then left.

Yang Qianxi stood in front of everyone, feeling even more panicked as she faced their unfriendly eyes, certain they all knew her history now. She thought it wasn’t going to be easy for her in the coming days.

After work in the evening, Qin Mu took her colleagues to visit Jian Yan, who was a bit taken aback when he saw a group of people with flowers coming to see him. He truly didn’t enjoy such sentimental scenes.

He would have preferred that after his death, these people would stand solemnly with flowers in front of his gravestone instead.

Not to cry or show sadness.

Simply to see him off, as though he were just traveling to a distant place.

——

A dark, high-end sports car slowly pulled into the hospital’s parking lot, and a tall man stepped out, his dark eyes looking towards the hospital.