His Beloved Treasure

The weather was gloomy, as if it were about to snow.

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”Come to my apartment; Jing Feng isn’t here, and I’m feeling a bit unwell.”

Upon receiving Helian Hao’s message, Qin Mu left Mu Yichen’s house and drove through the heavy snow to Jing Feng and Helian Hao’s residential area. Several people were pointing at the building and talking below the apartment. Smelling the burning scent, she immediately ran upstairs. The apartment was on fire, and she ran inside in panic, shouting, ”Xiaohao, Helian Hao?”

There she saw a person clad in women’s clothing lying on the sofa. Convinced it was Helian Hao, she ran over at once.

However, the woman lying on the sofa with piercing eyes was not Helian Hao.

Jing Qing suddenly grabbed her neck, then plunged a knife viciously into her chest, ”Qin Mu, go to hell!”

She suddenly woke up from her dream, sitting up in bed, her apricot eyes staring blankly ahead.

It took her quite a while to regain her senses, to finally remember she was in their apartment. Qin Mu’s breath slowly calmed, but the scene of Jing Qing stabbing a knife into her chest just wouldn’t leave her mind.

A dream that exhausted all her energy!

She lay back on the bed weakly, thinking of calling Helian Hao after dreaming of her house being on fire. But as she reached for her phone, she heard Huanhuan’s childish voice coming from the doorway.

”Mommy, get up, Daddy’s calling you to eat.”

Huanhuan ran in, trying hard to climb onto the bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

Qin Mu gave up the idea of making a call and instead turned and gently touched the hair of the girl who was still trying to clamber up onto the bed edge.

After washing up, she went downstairs with Huanhuan. Mu Yichen had already prepared breakfast. Seeing the lifelessness in her eyes, he unconsciously stepped forward, wrapped his arm gently around her shoulder, and asked, ”Why do you look a bit tired?”

”Maybe it’s because I’ve been dreaming all night, drawing designs in my dreams.”

Mu Yichen laughed softly, indulgingly wrapped his hand around the back of her head, and pressed her face up to his, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Qin Mu quietly accepted his soothing gesture. After breakfast, Mu Yichen took Huanhuan to the office building, while Qin Mu went on to the studio to continue meetings, drawing designs, and making clothes.

Yang Qianxi came to her office to bring her coffee and casually asked, ”Designer Reno told me to ask if he can show some of the best-selling designs you made in the past years on the catwalk.”

”Sure!”

Qin Mu’s hand, holding a pen and drawing, paused. She lifted her gaze for a few seconds to consider, then looked up at Yang Qiandixi, ”Do you think we need to invite a celebrity to boost the show?”

”Of course, that would be ideal,” Yang Qianxi said happily.

Qin Mu nodded and was about to get back to drawing when her phone rang with Jing Feng’s number. She hesitated, then picked up, ”Hello?”

”Mumu, I had a miscarriage!”

Helian Hao’s voice came through the handset, laden with unbearable sorrow.

The colleagues bustling downstairs watched her rush out in haste, then drive away.

Yang Qianxi was puzzled; she had just taken a phone call and then left without a word.

When Qin Mu arrived at the hospital and went to the ward, seeing the woman with red-rimmed eyes from crying, she immediately felt heartache and rushed over.

When Helian Hao saw her, the tears that had just stopped began to flow again. She said nothing. No sooner had Qin Mu reached her than Helian Hao painfully hugged her, burying her face deep into Qin Mu’s body.

Helian Hao wasn’t one to wail, but her pain was hard to hide, especially at that moment.

Jing Feng stood by, watching Helian Hao hug Qin Mu, shaking with grief before he realized how much Helian Hao now rejected him.

Helian Hao didn’t want him near her, yet she clung to Qin Mu and began to sob softly.

Although there were three people in the ward, it still felt eerily quiet, with the soft crying sounding like a blunt knife stabbing everyone’s heart.

Qin Mu knew that no words were adequate at a time like this. She just stroked Helian Hao’s back gently, trying to ease some of her stiffness.

Jing Feng, unable to stand it, lit a cigarette, and the smell quickly reached the two women. Qin Mu finally looked up at him, wanting to ask what exactly had happened. She hadn’t even had the chance to celebrate Helian Hao’s pregnancy—how could there be a miscarriage so suddenly?

Jing Feng glanced back at her and then walked out.