His Beloved Treasure

She didn’t know what to say about him.

Later, he was still in charge of putting Huanhuan to bed while she was sent to shower. However, when she came out after showering, she saw Mr. Mu lying on the bed in the bedroom.

Qin Mu couldn’t quite describe how she felt inside, but she just didn’t want to get into that bed.

”I’m going to check if Huanhuan has fallen asleep.”

She grabbed a towel and ran it through her hair, then, with her head down, she began to walk out.

Mu Yichen said nothing, just quietly watching her humble figure walk out the door. At that moment, his heart felt like a large block of ice had been forcibly stuffed into it – cold and stifling.

Qin Mu went to her daughter’s room, saw her little daughter already sound asleep on the bed, unconsciously leaned against the door, sighed with a lack of energy, looked down at the towel in her hand, and then saw the ring on her finger.

Why did she suddenly feel like she wasn’t married anymore, like a man and a woman just cohabiting together, with no sense of security?

Why was the sense of security gone again?

She suddenly realized she was such an insecure person. Was it possible that she had allowed a rift to form so easily?

She didn’t believe it!

If it had been before, if she fell asleep in her daughter’s room, he would have come to carry her back, but tonight...

She kept waiting, but he didn’t come.

It was as if he didn’t want her anymore.

Immediately, Qin Mu’s heart felt as if it had been forcefully scooped out, the pain was indescribable, yet she couldn’t make a sound, just silently waiting and listening.

As if it didn’t matter whether it was death or the abyss.

Then later, she actually heard the door being gently pushed open. At that moment, her heart almost jumped out with tension. She wanted to open her eyes, yet she kept them tightly shut.

She was like a child fearful of losing something, anxiously waiting for the man’s arrival.

With her eyes firmly shut, she felt him come up beside her, shrouding her already dark world even more.

She heard everything – his breathing and his strong heartbeat.

Mu Yichen! Mu Yichen!

These three words were all that filled her heart, yet she didn’t know whether to hold on or to let go.

Perhaps she should just let everything play out in a direction unknown to her.

After all, she didn’t have a firm grasp on love.

The room was deathly silent. After he returned to the bedroom and closed the door, he gently placed her on the big bed.

He kneeled beside the bed, watching her with her eyes closed, and he could only let out a helpless sigh, ”I know you’re not asleep!”

Qin Mu...

All her illusions shattered with his words.

”For Christmas, our company is organizing a mixer, and they insist that the boss participates too.”

Qin Mu...

He spoke in a low voice from where he kneeled, seemingly without temper, but if you dared refute him, he could become explosively angry.

Qin Mu quietly listened. He always called himself a married man and called her the future young mistress of the Mu Family, and yet he still had to attend some mixer?

Qin Mu felt very defiant inside, but for some reason, felt awkward and couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

”I know you’ve always been unhappy. How about I give you a chance? If you can find a man more suitable for you than me at the mixer, then I will let you choose.”

”Mu Yichen, you bastard!”

She sat up abruptly.

His voice was very deep, not joking at all, more like he was signaling the end of their relationship.

If it were before, Qin Mu would thank him, but now, she simply grabbed his pillow and smashed it straight onto his head.

”Do I need to attend your mixer to pick a man? Am I out of suitors?”

She spoke coldly, glaring at him fiercely, and after finishing, she got out of bed and walked away.

”Weren’t you pretending to be asleep? Show some guts and don’t wake up.”

He reminded her in a low voice, his dark eyes so deep and somber, Qin Mu couldn’t see them clearly.

”You...”

He was angry she hadn’t shared the grievances she suffered at home with him, and she was upset he had moved out without discussing it with her. Mu Yichen really despised her stubbornness, and didn’t want to forgive her so easily, lest she never change her habit of digesting all the pain by herself in the future.

Actually, a person could bear all the pain alone, but he was genuinely worried that she would become unwell from bottling it up.

Wasn’t her lack of security and fear of loss the result of long-term suppression?

”Call me ’husband’!”

Stubbornly, she kept her mouth tightly shut, unwilling to engage with him, the last bit of reason compelling her to resist.

Lying in bed together later, sharing a blanket yet keeping a distance, with the same breathing and even the same thoughts, but a long time passed without either of them speaking.