His Beloved Treasure

A woman got pregnant, and if capable, would want to bring the child into the world.

”He brought it up this time, and given my physical condition, I don’t know when I could get pregnant, so let’s just start trying, after all,—I actually really want a child now.”

Wen Runuan suddenly thought that even if one day she had nothing, at least she would have a child.

Even if it was just mother and daughter relying on each other, but that at least meant having someone to cling to, a reason to live, a future. ”Alright, I’ve got to entertain those big shots tonight, so I won’t disturb your work anymore.”

Wen Runuan said as she picked up the pretty little bag next to her and stood up.

Qin Mu walked her out while continuing to chat with her for a bit, and after Wen Runuan left, Qin Mu still stood at the door of the studio, bracing the cold wind.

This afternoon she had wanted to find that male colleague to apologize, but feared being too deliberate and making him feel worse, so she had not taken action.

At four o’clock, Mu Yichen finished his work and hurried over. Seeing his little daughter playing downstairs, he walked over, scooped her up and, looking at her slightly resentful little eyes, worriedly asked: How come? Who has bullied our family’s little princess?

Huanhuan didn’t speak, but just looked around at everyone.

Mu Yichen then also looked at the staff in the vicinity, but didn’t notice anything unusual. Groups of two or three were discussing something, seemingly very busy. Could it be that his daughter felt neglected?

Without much thought, Mu Yichen carried her upstairs to find Qin Mu, and as soon as they stepped up, those people downstairs stopped working and looked up.

They were discontent but dared not show it; after all, they were just designers, originally thinking Mr. Mu was easy to talk to. But after today’s interaction with his mother, they decided it was better to be careful when dealing with the Mu family in the future.

Qin Mu, hearing someone running in, knew it was Huanhuan and that Mu wasn’t far behind.

Huanhuan always ran extra merrily whenever she had Mu’s protection.

”Mommy, Daddy’s here!”

Huanhuan ran over to notify her, and Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes filled with indulgence. She glanced again at Mu approaching the doorway: Are you done with work?

”Yes!”

He confirmed, walking to her side, looking at the drawing she was working on, and then asked: Is our daughter not quite happy today?

Qin Mu looked up at him: ”Why do you say that?”

”Just now, she seemed unhappy downstairs.”

”You aren’t suspecting my team of bullying my daughter, are you? I can assure you, that’s absolutely impossible.”

Qin Mu shook her head seriously as she replied.

”Then there must be something else, right?”

Mu’s perception was acute.

Was it really okay that he had just arrived and already keenly sensed that his daughter was unhappy?

”Maybe she was just a bit groggy after waking up from her nap.”

Qin Mu found an excuse, thinking that she still shouldn’t tell him about Feng Fanghua’s visit. Could it be because of that, her colleagues had deliberately distanced themselves from Huanhuan?

If that was the case, then she needed to have a serious talk with those people. It wasn’t right to take out adult issues on a child, especially not on her precious daughter.

Mu Yichen, watching her draw seriously again for a while, later took his daughter into his arms: ”I’m taking Huanhuan to buy groceries, what would you like for dinner?”

”Hmm, I like anything you make!”

Who could be picky about their meal? Moreover, there was no need for her to be picky about his cooking, because he knew her tastes, he knew all her habits.

Yes, they had been officially married for less than a year, but she felt as if they had been living together for many years already.

She recalled her childhood with him in Paris, those distant years that were now unreachable, where both children were watched by guardians, yet they had secretly planted an inconspicuous seed in each other’s hearts.

That seed had long since sprouted into a towering tree, so robust that others could not meddle.

They were finally together, following their hearts’ desires, despite some minor imperfections.

Yes, though she didn’t dare possess it, she had still foolishly hoped for it.

Back then, how greatly her younger self had wished he would love her for a lifetime.

It was a dream both grand and impractical. Even now, she was not sure if they could last a lifetime, but at least they had taken the first step.

When Mu Yichen stepped out of the studio with Huanhuan, he put her on his shoulders and, holding her little hands, walked towards the grocery-selling place.