His Beloved Treasure

Fortunately, she didn’t get that mixed up, she thought, her daughter was blessed.

”So, are we just going to let this go?”

Mu Yichen gently placed her hand on his shoulder and asked.

”No way!”

Qin Mu immediately replied.

It was mainly because she remembered how Jian Yan endured that awkwardness, and always felt she had to stand up for her master.

Of course, if Mr. Mu hadn’t brought it up, she would have long forgotten about it.

Mu Yichen felt somewhat tired inside, as he hadn’t rested well lately either, but looking at Mrs. Mu’s unforgiving demeanor, he still couldn’t help feeling jealous: Could she not make a fuss with me on account of Jian Yan?

”I’ve told you, he’s my master!”

Qin Mu, seeing his sour expression, stopped looking at him and explained for the hundredth time.

”Yes! He is your master, but he’s also a man, and not only that, he’s an outstanding man with good looks. Even though your husband is confident enough in his charm to have you head over heels, I still don’t want you to have too much interaction with such a man. Did I make myself clear enough?”

His voice was especially soft when he asked her if he had made himself clear.

Qin Mu was listening seriously, in fact, she had already been careful about how she interacted with Jian Yan. Back then, she deliberately kept calling him master, whereas previously she would call him Jian Yan. Sometimes she teased his stoic nature on purpose by calling him master, just to see more expressions on his face, but now...

Jian Yan even protested, saying she was making him feel old.

Yet, she still didn’t change how she addressed him, and she also started ingraining into Jian Yan, deliberately or unintentionally, how deep her relationship with Mu Yichen was.

To be honest, even though she was also very confident in her beauty being enough to stir up a man’s desire, she truly couldn’t imagine her incredibly picky master liking her. To this day, whether it was Xiaomei or Mu Yichen’s jealousy talking to her, she still didn’t think Jian Yan had those kinds of feelings for her, feeling that it was more like a fatherly or brotherly affection.

Late into the night, the snow quietly began to fall outside, and the resting populace was totally unaware of its sudden arrival.

The two exhausted individuals slept soundly that night, especially in their warm and cozy bed, wishing they could sleep for an eternity.

In the room specially prepared for the little princess, the pink bed hosted a little one with plump cheeks.

Even the air started to move quietly, unwilling to disturb the stillness of the moment.

It wasn’t until the next morning that someone discovered it had snowed outside.

Those who had been in a bad mood were dazzled the moment they stepped out of the building, and all their unhappiness vanished, replaced by joyful expressions.

All the confusion seemed to have been swept away, as they walked happily on the street, as if they had never felt so good before.

When Qin Mu finally woke up and struggled to reach the remote on the bedside table, the curtains slowly opened, and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light coming from outside.

Mu Yichen turned over, ”What time is it?”

Qin Mu reached for her phone, squinting at the time displayed on the screen: 6:41.

Her throat was also a bit dry; the house was indeed very dry in the winter.

Her next thought was that she needed to hurry and buy a humidifier for the little princess.

Mr. Mu got up to cook, and Qin Mu quickly went to Huanhuan’s room.

After breakfast, Qin Mu took Huanhuan to the studio, as Mu Yichen had a meeting to attend in the morning—as he had been cooped up at home all of yesterday, today he had to get some work done.

Qin Mu also had to prepare for next month’s show, but Huanhuan seemed accustomed to the environment from growing up around it. Sometimes, when someone wanted a break, they would go and play with her for a while. She wasn’t lonely, wandering around by herself, and if she saw fabric on the ground, she would pick up her favorite piece and drape it over the Barbie doll in her hand.

Hmm, the Barbie doll she’d been carrying recently was still the one Qin Haiming had given her.

It was seemingly her favorite one.

Actually, it was almost like this every year before a show, with designers busy beyond description, but this year they were operating independently from JY, so things were a bit more stringent.

Especially since Jian Yan wasn’t around.

During the lunch break, everyone was a bit tired, lounging around in the reception hall, while only Huanhuan continued to pick up scraps of fabric to play with on the floor.

The once-clean floor had, over the last couple of days, become a bit...

Well, unsightly.

Qin Mu sat down as well and discussed the afternoon’s work with everyone. Yang Qianxi was still diligently acting as her little assistant, responsible for taking notes and helping out.

However, she seemed quite adept at it, and she felt that she had never been as serious when designing clothes as she was when being an assistant. Although wearing beautiful clothes and shining seemed simple, and she had thought that designing was just about sketching easily, but sketch after sketch...

”Miss Wen said she would come to see you this afternoon, I’ll go clean your office first.”

Yang Qianxi had just sat down for a few seconds when suddenly she remembered this and immediately stood up.

”Never mind, take a break for a while.”

Qin Mu grabbed her hand, and Yang Qianxi looked at her somewhat embarrassedly: Is that okay?

”An actress like her has seen all sorts of things, what’s more, she’s not even an outsider anymore.”

At 23 years old, Qin Mu could never have imagined she would become friends with an actress.

Originally, they had intended to use each other, but in just a few short months...

They had already become comfortable enough to joke with each other.

”Alright then!”

Yang Qianxi naturally wanted a break as well, so she did not say more.

”Why is it so dirty here?”

Suddenly, a young man dressed in a suit, seeming like a wealthy young man, walked in from outside. He was twirling a Jaguar car key in his hand, frowning and looking around disdainfully at the place.

Qin Mu and the others exchanged glances, and then Yang Qianxi walked over with a notebook in her arms: Hello sir, how may I help you?

”I’m throwing a party at AM in a few days, I heard you design gowns, I’ve come to bring you some business.”

The wealthy young man sized up Yang Qianxi, then frowned unhappily: Where’s Qin Mu?

Qin Mu was taken aback when she heard her name mentioned; she didn’t recognize this seemingly wealthy young man.

And it was clear he hadn’t recognized her either, as he was looking right at them.