His Beloved Treasure

”Miss Qin, can I sleep here?”

Qin Mu looked at her and put down the document she had just opened, ”What do you mean?”

”The apartment I lived in when I came to Rongcheng was found by Qin Mingzhu. Now that she has no use for me, she has taken the apartment back. When I returned last night, I found that my luggage and everything had been thrown downstairs.”

Yang Qianxi said this and lowered her head even more.

Qin Mu’s gaze dropped; she didn’t expect Qin Mingzhu to be so ruthless, but then again, she wasn’t surprised, for that woman was never really a philanthropist.

But was she herself a philanthropist?

”If you don’t mind, you can squeeze in with the colleagues for now. They all live in one apartment complex, each with their own room.”

Qin Mu thought it over and spoke since there were no spare rooms available at the moment. One was reserved for her own use, and Mu Yichen would sometimes come to use it; she didn’t feel like giving it to someone else.

”Really? Thank you, Miss Qin!”

”That’s a place they rent together, and whether they can accommodate you or not is also uncertain. Go discuss it with them first before coming to thank me.”

Qin Mu then opened the document again to read intently because she had to meet with clients and needed to carefully double-check everything to ensure everything was correct.

”Yes!”

Yang Qianxi knew Qin Mu wouldn’t help her so readily and realized that for a stranger to offer this much help was already more than enough. She nodded her head and left.

Only after she had left did Qin Mu turn her head back towards the door corner and let out an involuntary sigh.

So whatever you do, never do business with Qin Mingzhu; that girl may seem foolish at times, yet in some respects, she is particularly calculating.

Yang Qianxi made her request to the colleagues, but no one paid her any attention. Seeing their reluctant faces, she bit her lip and added, ”Miss Qin asked me to discuss it with you all. If you’re unwilling, then never mind.”

Everyone remained silent, merely exchanging glances as if they could communicate their intentions through eye contact alone.

”We don’t have any spare rooms. Xiaomei is in Paris but will be back soon. If you were to stay, you could only sleep on the sofa, and you would need to find your own place quickly.”

A young man whose Chinese was not very good made the decision.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qianxi was beside herself with gratitude: ”Thank you, thank you all. I’ll definitely find a place quickly, and I’ll pay you for the days I stay here.”

The cost of living in Rongcheng was exceedingly high. She had always been poor and struggling, and although she thought she had found an opportunity to turn her life around, it turned out to be a mere dream, and now she had run out of money. At this point, all she wanted was a place to sleep. She spent the night at a very ordinary hotel last night; not to mention the noise and cleanliness, the accommodation fee of over three hundred yuan was startling to her.

The others, seeing her pitiful state, finally decided to let her stay for a few days.

As for the luggage in the corner of the doorway, they had noticed it early on, but if Qin Mu hadn’t spoken up, they really wouldn’t have wanted to take her in at the outset since she was a plagiarist.

Having secured a place to sleep, Yang Qianxi hurried to the location where Wen Runuan was filming. Runuan’s assistant, upon seeing her, was initially displeased but then couldn’t help but suppress the coldness and said, ”Then follow me!”

Yang Qianxi, aware that she was a stranger to these people and knowing that the assistants to big stars often carried an air of importance, simply followed and got to work.

Wen Runuan looked at her curiously, ”What did you use to do?”

”I studied fashion design, but I’ve just graduated.”

Wen Runuan took another look at her because although Yang Qianxi’s photo had not been exposed in the newspapers, she didn’t think much of it. It was just someone Qin Mu had recommended, so she nodded, ”Then help me with the styling!”

”Okay!”

Yang Qianxi saw Runuan agree and nodded her head before turning to look at the fashion garments hanging on two rows at the side. She had noticed them as soon as she entered.

Wen Runuan waited anxiously, concerned she lacked the eye for fashion that Xiaomei had, but she also thought that someone chosen by Qin Mu shouldn’t be too far off.

”Do you have a special connection with Qin Mu?”

Wen Runuan always felt that an average girl wouldn’t immediately gain Qin Mu’s favor right after graduation.

After picking two outfits, Yang Qianxi turned to Runuan while holding the clothes upon hearing the question. In her eyes, Runuan was aloof, though her face gave off a girl-next-door vibe—her eyes, however, seemed merciless.

Yang Qianxi still selected clothes for her, but as Runuan went to the changing room, she couldn’t resist calling Qin Mu, ”Have you gone mad, letting someone who plagiarized your work into your studio?”