His Beloved Treasure

”Really?”

Mu Qingxin couldn’t quite believe it, but she knew her older brother was trustworthy.

”Mhm! Go get some rest, don’t think too much, okay?”

”Alright! Good night, brother.”

”Good night!”

Mu Yichen comfortingly touched her cheek, then returned to his room.

Mu Qingxin then closed the door and sat down on her bed, feeling a lot better after her brother’s comforting words.

Capable men always want to protect their women, Mu Qingxin suddenly thought that she should trust Jiang Yan; he was just too worried about her because he loved her too much, cared too much.

Later, Mu Qingxin lay in bed, sent Jiang Yan a message, and went to sleep.

Tomorrow night was New Year’s Eve, and not daring to think too much about it, she closed her eyes.

After returning from his daughter’s room, Qin Mu saw Mu Yichen already in bed and asked him, ”Are you done talking with Grandpa?”

”Yes! Come over here!”

He put down his phone and watched her approach, then gently stroked her slender back, his gaze deep and meaningful.

”Why are you looking at me like that?”

Qin Mu’s back tingled from his touch while his gaze made her feel a bit uneasy.

”It’s nothing, I just want to look at you!”

He said softly.

Qin Mu...

Suddenly, he laughed, enveloped her head in his embrace, pressing it against his chest; Qin Mu had no choice but to lie beside him and wrap her arms around him.

In the silence of the room, they could hear each other’s heartbeats.

”Mumu, do you like it? Your life now?”

He suddenly asked.

Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

But she didn’t answer, only looked up at him: ”Why the sudden question?”

”It’ll be okay.”

He meant to reply, but in the end, he simply held her and said those three words.

Qin Mu suddenly felt uneasy, and her eyes began to sting with pain.

She didn’t know what he was thinking, but she was aware of her own thoughts.

Later, they held each other without speaking, simply caressing each other’s backs, comforting each other in this silent way.

It wasn’t until after midnight that Qin Mu fell asleep.

Do you like your life now?

Can life really be altered by liking or disliking?

She didn’t know why Mu Yichen had suddenly asked that question; she just wished he wouldn’t worry about her so much, always feeling like he was quietly planning something for her.

The next morning, as Qin Mu was chatting with Mu Qingxin and Feng Fanghua, she received a call: ”Mumu, come quickly to the cemetery!”

Helian Hao, who had gone to visit the Qin family’s graves, had only intended to pay his respects to Qin Mu’s mother but was shocked by what he found.

The gravestone had been dug up from the ground and lay broken in two slanted halves.

Qin Mu sped all the way there; the journey that usually took an hour was completed in just half an hour, but...

Though she was wearing a pair of canvas shoes, she nearly stumbled and fell.

Helian Hao, standing by her side, steadied her and looked worriedly at her mother’s grave.

Qin Mu just felt an intense headache coming on and kept her head lowered for a long time before she could catch her breath.

”There are no cameras around here, so who could be so heartless as to do such a thing?”

Helian Hao asked angrily.

After regaining her posture, Qin Mu gently pushed away Helian Hao’s hand; her eyes were cold with despair.

”I know who it is!”

Qin Mu’s voice was low as her gaze stayed fixed on the fallen gravestone, along with the shattered portrait of her mother.

Her vision blurred, and when she could finally see clearly, her heart felt utterly cold.

Helian Hao looked at her in surprise: ”Mumu...”

”You go back first, I’ll handle this.”

Seeing her resolved, Helian Hao nodded and, after a few words of caution, left.

Qin Mu, watching her mother’s broken gravestone, took out her phone and dialed Qin Haiming: ”I only ask you, can my mother’s gravestone still stand in the Qin family cemetery? —— Good! You come here!”

Qin Mu spoke indifferently and then hung up.

She just stood there quietly, waiting for the man’s arrival.

She thought, her mother died because of him, so it shouldn’t be too much to ask him to repair her mother’s gravestone, right?

She wanted him to give her mother an explanation, wanted him to personally investigate the truth.

Since he wanted to maintain the image of a good father, then he couldn’t avoid paying the price.

But for some reason, once she made her resolution, when there was no one else in the cemetery, as the cold wind blew, tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.

She thought she wouldn’t cry, but remembering her mother’s death, recalling being sent abroad, thinking about the harrowing ordeals and plots laid against her since her return, Qin Mu felt intense hatred, a hatred so profound she could barely contain her murderous rage.