His Beloved Treasure

Fu Huan asked bluntly.

Xiaomei whispered in Qin Mu’s ear, ”Although we’re not as in sync as they are right now, by the time we reach their age, we will definitely be that in sync.”

Qin Mu...

A pair of bright, dark eyes couldn’t help but look at Xiaomei, who was tilting her chin up confidently, nearly making Qin Mu laugh, but in the end she just helplessly lowered her head and continued to work.

Models had already lined up backstage, and in an hour, the show would begin.

”Miss Qin, Mr. Mu’s father and mother have arrived, and so has Little Huanhuan,”

Yang Qianxi suddenly ran in and said.

Qin Mu turned to look, then handed her needlework to Xiaomei, ”I have to go and greet them.”

Xiaomei, aware of Qin Mu’s concerns, nodded in understanding, took her work, and then Qin Mu nodded to Fu Huan and the others as a greeting before she left.

Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua, holding Huanhuan, arrived early, and after stepping out, Qin Mu looked at the seats on both sides and directly in front. She whispered something to the staff member managing the area, who nodded in acknowledgment before she strode off again.

”Dad, Mom, you’re here!”

”Mummy!”

Just as Qin Mu greeted them, Huanhuan saw her and immediately reached out for her mommy from her grandfather’s embrace.

Qin Mu took Huanhuan and then said to them with a smile, ”It’s a bit early now, Yichen is over at the studio. Would you like to go there?”

”I see cars have already started to arrive outside; we’d rather not go there. Where shall we sit?”

”Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu, would it be alright for both of you to sit in the front row?”

The staff member Qin Mu had spoken to approached and asked for their preference, Feng Fanghua heard the implication and asked, ”Does that mean we get to choose?”

”Of course, please choose at your discretion,”

Qin Mu immediately agreed with a smile.

”Then I’ll sit on the left side. What do you think, Old Mu?”

”Whatever makes you happy,”

Mu Zihao promptly said, and Feng Fanghua looked towards the best seats on the left but hesitated to sit down as they were labeled with the names of two big names from the fashion industry.

However, the staff member swiftly tore off the names, ”Please take your seats!”

”Let these two sit next to me,”

The staff member was decisive, and Feng Fanghua was in a good mood as she wanted to take photos with the two fashion VIPs, so she coldly commanded.

The staff member glanced at Qin Mu, and with her smile, he arranged to have two chairs brought over, labeled them with the names of the two VIPs, and moved the subsequent chairs a bit further back.

It was just as Feng Fanghua had said; fortunately, they arrived early and avoided the awkwardness of seat rearrangement as people began to trickle in a mere ten minutes later.

The task of hospitality was not Qin Mu’s responsibility; Xiaomei, the assistant, ended up tending to the guests.

Qin Mu was busy backstage the whole time; Jing Qing and Qin Mingzhu also came in later, and upon entering, they saw the well-dressed attendees already seated and waiting. Qin Mingzhu whispered into her sister’s ear, ”Why are there so many people?”

”A large crowd isn’t necessarily bad, the show is just beginning, isn’t it?”

Jing Qing replied quietly, then stood there looking inside, and suddenly spotted Yang Qianxi. She couldn’t help scoffing: Has she been following Qin Mu all this time?

”Exactly, she’s practically Qin Mu’s lap dog now. Oh, and I heard she even helped your company’s Wen Runuan with her outfit.”

”Hmph! Do you have her number?”

Jing Qing asked in a low voice.

”I do!”

”Send her a message saying I want to see her!”

As Jing Qing said this, she looked down and saw Little Huanhuan chasing a balloon coming her way, with someone passing by her side...