His Beloved Treasure

Old Master Mu’s voice was slightly raised as he spoke, as if he really cared about Jing Qing.

”Don’t listen to my grandfather’s nonsense. How could Yichen let me suffer?”

Jing Qing replied softly, then pushed her grandfather’s hand again.

”Listen to what Jing girl is saying. Old Jing, could it be you’re unhappy because Yichen is on good terms with that Qin girl and you want to seek justice for your granddaughter? That’s rather narrow-minded of you. The children themselves don’t take it to heart, so why should we, as elders, fuss over it? Besides, matters of the heart, it’s all about fate!”

Old Master Mu spoke patting his leg leisurely.

Feng Fanghua respected no one but her father-in-law.

Perhaps in the Jing family, only her father-in-law could hold sway.

”Fate? Are you saying that our two families are not as fated as your family is with the Qin family?”

The old master of the Jing family sat in the sofa with the posture of a respected leader, not lacking in the slightest.

”What kind of talk is that? What fate do we, the Mu family, have with the Qin family? It was just that girl’s mother who had some contact with Fanghua while she was alive. After that girl’s mother died, the relationship basically broke off. How can it compare to our two families? — It’s just the children’s matter; we really don’t need to be so serious about it.”

Old Master Mu still spoke with a reasonable and convincing tone, every word filled with justification.

However, Jing Qing could hear that everyone in the Mu family had already accepted Qin Mu, even the old master who had just returned.

”Humph! Old Mu, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but you seem to value that girl too much. Is it because you’ve stayed in the countryside for too long that your vision has changed? Moreover, all that messy stuff with that girl... Humph, our Xiaoqing is a clean and good girl who has loyally waited for your grandson for so many years, and she hasn’t even had a boyfriend until now.”

”Grandfather!”

Jing Qing felt even more embarrassed upon hearing those words and hurriedly called out to him again.

”Can’t let grandfather speak? You don’t seriously consider the prospects I arranged for you and collude with others to put on a show in front of me, huh? Or is it that you want to tell Grandpa you don’t like Mu Yichen anymore?”

Mu Qingxin, who was upstairs eavesdropping with Qin Mu, was so shocked when she heard this that her jaw nearly dropped. Just as she was about to exclaim, Qin Mu covered her mouth from behind.

Mu Qingxin guessed that Qin Mu had not had an easy time in Rongcheng that year. The two went to Mu Qingxin’s room, where Mu Qingxin pressed her to sit on the bed’s edge while she stood with hands on her hips looking at her: ”Why didn’t you let me go downstairs and reason with him? He was slandering you so harshly and praising his own granddaughter to the skies, it’s sheer arrogance due to old age.”

”Perhaps you find it surprising, but I’ve long been used to it.”

Qin Mu said softly.

”Used to it? Used to being bullied?”

Mu Qingxin never let anyone take advantage of her in a verbal exchange.

”Not bullied, just patient,”

Qin Mu said in a low voice, then stood up from the bed edge: ”Qingxin, just watch. Those who look down on me, those who disdain me, those who humiliate me, one day they will all pay the price.”

”Can I trust you?”

”What do you think?”

Qin Mu gave a gentle smile.

Mu Qingxin, not to be outdone, reluctantly lowered her head and agreed: ”All right, but don’t bear too much; it’s not good for your health.”

”With so many elders at home today, if I don’t show patience, it means I lack manners. Jing Qing didn’t get any advantage from me, even if Old Master Jing smashed up my studio, your brother has already avenged me.”

”Oh my, why do I feel like I’ve missed so much?”

”Indeed! You’ve missed a great deal.”

Qin Mu smiled faintly, barely managing to muster a bit of cheerfulness.

Mu Qingxin couldn’t help but roll her eyes continuously, then looked at her again and asked: ”Quick, tell me, what exactly happened during this time...”

”Qingxin, I want to go back to my room for a while. I’ll tell you about those things afterward, okay?”

She had to stop Mu Qingxin because she feared she could hardly bear it any longer; getting angry with a pregnant woman was not good, especially when the person was concerned for her well-being.

Only then did Mu Qingxin notice her red-rimmed eyes but ultimately let her go, saying: ”Okay.”

Qin Mu returned to her room and leaned weakly against the door after closing it.

What haunted her wasn’t the grievances the Jing family had given her, but the scene of her mother’s gravestone being destroyed.

As she thought about everything she had seen when she ran to the graveyard, it seemed as if whatever was supporting her was being drawn out bit by bit.