His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen’s sharp gaze locked onto the woman’s feigned composure, then he looked up at the woman sitting opposite.

”Don’t worry! I guarantee she’ll drink it all.”

Helian Hao felt unnerved under his stare, but being a young lady of her stature and having known him since childhood, she managed to smile calmly and make the guarantee.

Qin Mu looked up at Helian Hao across from her, not speaking, yet her eyes were piercing.

”Thank you!”

Upon hearing Helian Hao’s assurance, Mu Yichen straightened up and with the curious glances of the crowd, he introduced his guest: ”Let me introduce to you all, this is the prospective young madam of our Mu Family.”

Qin Mu...

Helian Hao...

Apart from Secretary Xi, the client and the beauty by his side were also momentarily taken aback.

”However, she’s still not quite willing to join our big Mu family. I’m still working hard on it!”

Qin Mu lowered her gaze, allowing him to prattle on with such insouciant ease, even as she sensed his clients’ discomfort. But who could ever stop Mu Yi from speaking as he wished? Awkwardness, it seemed, never pertained to him.

”Let’s go!”

Without another look at Qin Mu, Mu Yichen walked ahead, his steps confident and his demeanor aloof.

Qin Mu’s gaze drifted unconsciously to his retreating figure, her expression composed and without any undue emotion.

Helian Hao, however, couldn’t help but sigh heavily, as if a mountain had just been lifted off her shoulders.

”What’s wrong between you two now?”

Helian Hao sensed something amiss between the two and couldn’t help but ask.

”Nothing!”

Qin Mu replied, picking up her teacup and taking a light sip.

”Nothing, my foot. He came over just now and you didn’t say a word, you didn’t even look at him.”

Helian Hao’s perceptiveness was particularly acute at that moment. Even amid the crowd, she felt an exceptional quietude, a sort of deathly silence, and she subconsciously observed the expressions of Qin Mu and Mu Yichen, concluding they must be in a cold war.

But Mu Yichen still knew to look after Qin Mu.

Not long after, the courses were served, including the soup, and the manager even came personally to serve them.

Qin Mu blinked subconsciously, then raised her eyes to thank the manager: ”Thank you!”

”Miss Qin, you’re too kind. Please let us know if you need anything else,” the manager responded with a slight bow.

Helian Hao thought that would be the end of it, but she noticed hesitation in Qin Mu’s eyes and couldn’t help staring at her intently.

”Actually, there is something I need help with!”

Qin Mu said with a delicately pleasant smile, ”Our studio is planning to celebrate Christmas here together; I wonder if I could reserve a private room for around a dozen people?”

Helian Hao had never expected Qin Mu to ask a favor, especially for such a trivial matter.

”Of course, that can be arranged. I will take care of it right away.”

”Thank you!”

Qin Mu felt embarrassed to look any further, merely offering another word of thanks.

The manager nodded at her and went to arrange the matter, leaving Qin Mu to let out a small breath of relief.

Helian Hao looked at her incredulously, ”What are you nervous about? This entire hotel is yours.”

”It belongs to Mu Yichen, not me. It’s always been Xiaomei who handles matters like these, but now she’s in Paris, looking after Jian Yan, so it’s fallen to me. She’s truly more suited for this kind of work than I am.”

”It’s only because you haven’t integrated yourself into it.”

Helian Hao picked up her chopsticks and spoon, preparing to ladle some fish soup.

Qin Mu, now in better spirits, also served herself a bowl of the fish soup.

”Mu Yichen was worried you wouldn’t eat the dishes he ordered; seems his worry was unnecessary,” Helian Hao remarked, watching her movements.

”He’s always worried unnecessarily. Would I let myself eat poorly?” Qin Mu replied as she sipped her soup.

”Well, maybe. I heard you used to eat takeout and fast food all the time, all that junk food.”

No sooner had Helian Hao finished speaking than Qin Mu lost her appetite, looking at her curiously, ”Who told you that?”

”Jing Feng, probably Mu Yichen told him.”

Helian Hao said dismissively.

Qin Mu...

Their relationship seemed to be very close.

Qin Mu sighed out of helplessness and settled into eating her meal quietly.

In an upstairs corner, a tall figure stood against the wall smoking a cigarette, squinting down at the woman dining below.

She sure had a temper, yet managed to stay calm and collected.

Not long after, the manager approached him and whispered something in his ear. He raised an eyebrow slightly and took another harsh drag of his cigarette, his phoenix eyes half-closed but not hiding the authoritarian look within.

No wonder she hadn’t talked back; it turned out she had matters to deal with.

After the manager left, Mu Yichen’s thin lips curled in a faint sneer, and the sense of intimidation in his eyes grew as he finished his cigarette and turned to head back to the private room.