His Beloved Treasure

Her colleague answered.

”Okay!”

Qin Mu nodded, and looking down at her little girl, who was happily playing with uncles and aunts without rushing to find her, she couldn’t help but smile as well.

Yang Qianxi took out a big bag of chips from her bag: ”Little princess, call me sister and you can have this, okay?”

Huanhuan lifted her head to look at the big bag of chips in her hand, then cheerfully called out: ”Auntie!”

Yang Qianxi...

”Auntie!”

Huanhuan called out again with a laugh as pure as that slogan from commercials, a sweet and sour sensation.

”Didn’t you say to call me sister?”

Yang Qianxi asked a bit pitifully, and Huanhuan laughed even happier, her little hands tangled together, twisting and turning, but not reaching for the chips, just calling out ”auntie” again.

Yang Qianxi gave in and handed the chips to the little one without making things difficult for her.

”Thank you, auntie!”

After hugging the chips, Huanhuan expressed her heartfelt thanks and then turned to walk over to Qin Mu, looking up at her mother with eyes that seemed to ask: ”Mommy, may I eat this?”

”Wash your hands before eating!”

Qin Mu took Huanhuan’s hand, talking while accompanying her to wash her hands.

Yang Qianxi stood to the side, watching them, and unconsciously felt a bit envious. She hadn’t expected Qin Mu to have a child already and when she was with her child, she seemed enveloped by the aura of motherhood, feeling very... content, that’s right, content.

Later, Mu Yichen bought groceries and fruit by the studio’s parking lot, opened the car trunk and put the fruits and vegetables inside, and then raised his eyes to the big screen. It just so happened to show the studio’s reception area, where mother and daughter were feeding each other chips. Regardless of who had given the chips, just watching the two made him feel a pang of heartache.

All of a sudden, he remembered the message his father had sent him last midnight, which made him unconsciously shake his head, and then he kept watching them through the screen.

Qin Mu, holding her daughter, inadvertently glanced outside and saw the man standing there, looking at them through the window. When Mu Yichen realized she had seen him, he slightly signaled with his eyes and gestures for her to come out.

So Qin Mu took Huanhuan and left work early, naturally, with Huanhuan still hugging the not-yet-finished bag of chips. Little Huanhuan loved eating chips, especially lemon-flavored ones.

”I heard you went shopping?”

She asked as she got into the car.

”Mhm!”

Mu Yichen responded absentmindedly while transferring Huanhuan into the safety seat in the back.

Seeing him not particularly interested in talking to her, Qin Mu sighed helplessly and thought he probably didn’t care for her sitting beside him, so she just went to the back and sat with her daughter instead.

Mu Yichen, who had just steadied himself, saw her going to the back. What began as a cold expression turned into a frown.

Mother and daughter were in the back, enjoying chips and songs, while the man in the front played the part of a dedicated driver, focused on driving, occasionally letting a smile curl the corners of his mouth when he saw how happy they were in the rearview mirror.

After returning to the apartment, the air conditioning was already on making it warm inside.

Qin Mu carefully looked around and realized it was all very clean. Had Mr. Mu had someone come and clean up?

He still had a cold expression on his face when he put the child on the sofa and picked up the ingredients next to him: ”Daddy’s going to cook dinner for you, so be good and play with your mommy here, okay?”

”Okay!”

Huanhuan cheerfully agreed, but when her hand reached into the chip bag and failed to grab a chip, she twisted her little face in distress and looked at her beloved mother with a pitiable expression.

”Mommy, you ate all of Huanhuan’s chips.”

Huanhuan said to her in a grievous tone.

Qin Mu...

She admitted that she couldn’t resist eating a few more chips, which was because she didn’t usually indulge in snacks, and suddenly she lost control a bit, but ultimately the bag was still in Little Huanhuan’s hands. She earnestly said: ”Mommy will buy you a few more bags tomorrow.”

Huanhuan looked at her with skepticism as Qin Mu sat beside her, picked up the remote and turned on the TV: ”How about we watch cartoons for a while?”

”Is Princess Elsa in it?”

”Let’s look!”

She dared not face her daughter’s sad little gaze until she heard her speak, and sighed in relief, thinking to herself that she would never dare eat her darling’s chips again.

Before they could even find Princess Elsa, the search was halted, with Huanhuan taking the remote from her mother’s hands, clutching it to her chest, and then intently staring at SpongeBob on the television. Qin Mu...

Alright then, as long as her little highness is happy, she thought, instinctively glancing towards the kitchen, feeling like someone whose hand has been bitten and might even be at risk of being poisoned.