His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin were born in the same year. Qin Mu still vaguely remembered how Mu Qingxin looked every time she saw her; because Mu Yichen would always protect the two of them, sometimes when he walked beside Qin Mu, Mu Qingxin would give her a cold huff, then deliberately go around to the other side, take Mu Yichen’s hand and insist that she walk in front.

As Qin Mu passed by a street, she saw a shop selling piping hot corn and stopped her car. She was thinking of buying two, one for herself and one for Mu Qingxin, but then she thought about all the people at home, so she took out a hundred-dollar bill from her wallet.

Later, the whole first floor of the Mu Family home was filled with the smell of corn.

Hiding behind the servant’s door to eat, Qin Mu and Mu Qingxin busied themselves nibbling on corn on the sofa.

”Alas, my mom was called out to have lunch with her granddaughter at noon; I thought I was the one she cared about the most.”

Mu Qingxin shook her head while eating the corn, the very picture of disappointment.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything and just couldn’t help but laugh.

”Tell me the truth, have you ever noticed that you’ve unwittingly tied our whole family down?”

Mu Qingxin suddenly looked up at her with a cob of corn still in her hands.

”Don’t scare me, I don’t think I have that ability.”

Qin Mu shook her head repeatedly. Not to mention others, take Feng Fanghua for example, how could she tie her down?

”My mom does have opinions about you, but you gave birth to Huanhuan, and now Huanhuan is the family’s most treasured little baby. Look, with just one phone call saying she wanted to have lunch with grandma, my mom hurried over, even willing to leave me, her own daughter, whom she hasn’t seen for years.”

Mu Qingxin sighed again while speaking and took a big bite of the corn. Eating corn in the dead of winter felt particularly good.

Qin Mu felt quite convinced by Mu Qingxin’s words as if it really was like that.

The two of them were chatting when Qin Mu’s cellphone started to ring. Upon seeing the number, she didn’t feel like answering.

Because the phone was on the coffee table, Mu Qingxin looked over curiously. No name was displayed, so she asked with curiosity, ”Why is there no name?”

”There’s no need for a name!”

Qin Mu responded with a light laugh but eventually put down the corn and picked up the phone to answer, ”Hello!”

”Tomorrow is New Year’s, you should go to your mom’s grave this afternoon, right?”

Qin Mu listened but didn’t speak; she planned to go after four or five o’clock.

”Mhm!”

”I just visited your mom’s grave, Qin Mu, could you come to the house tonight?”

”I’m afraid I’ll be busy.”

Qin Mu heard the pleading voice on the other end but didn’t have the heart to outright refuse; she simply responded indifferently.

Mu Qingxin had been all ears, observing Qin Mu’s expression, and suddenly remembered Qin Mu’s father.

Ha, that man!

Mu Qingxing thought he was the worst man in the world, having had a one-night stand with another woman without taking precautions. After so many years, the woman showed up with a child, and after his wife died, he had the audacity to remarry.

From this perspective, Mu Qingxin thought that Qin Mu was the most innocent and pitiful person in that sad marriage era. At such a young age, she had watched her own mother die and then saw another woman move into her home, only to be kicked out eventually.

Mu Qingxin also remembered that after Qin Mu left, that mother and daughter moved into the Qin Family home. Later, Qin Mingzhu even went to the same school as her. Ha, she had never seen anyone so shameless.

Qin Haiming and Zhang Rujia got the marriage certificate in a low key and then lived together. But that was the most low-key thing Zhang Rujia did when marrying that man. In the following years, in Rongcheng, Zhang Rujia seemed low-key, but she always carried herself with a certain air. Was there ever a time when someone but her face lit up with pleasure when asking for her favor?

After Qin Mu hung up the phone, Mu Qingxin asked in a low voice, ”Your father?”

Qin Mu then came back to her senses, her gaze unfocused as she looked at her, and nodded.

”He has the nerve to call you, why would you even pick up? If he could do something like that back then, if it were me, I’d never want to see him in this lifetime, not answer his calls, not give any news whatsoever.”

Mu Qingxin got more and more excited as she spoke. The butler came by from outside and, upon hearing those words, became somewhat worried. The expression on his face involuntarily contorted, but as a servant, he did not say much, simply passing by.

Qin Mu listened to Mu Qingxin’s words, smiled, but didn’t respond.

Qin Mu thought to herself, originally, she had thought the same way too.