His Beloved Treasure

When Mu Yichen came home, it was already past four in the afternoon. The Jing Family elders and Jing Qing had left, Feng Fanghua was playing with Huanhuan in the toy room, Mu Qingxin was still napping, and the old man was playing chess with his father.

”Why is it so quiet?”

Mu Yichen walked over and looked at their chessboard as he asked.

”Go upstairs and check on your wife; she went out this morning and hasn’t left her room since getting back.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Yichen’s dark pupils flickered, and he lightly tapped the back of the couch with the back of his hand before striding upstairs.

She lay on the bed as though sleeping. Mu Yichen closed the door, sat down beside the bed, and inclined his body toward her, gently brushing away the hair from her face before noticing her red and swollen eyes.

Even the strongest heart can tremble, especially upon feeling the wetness of her hair under his touch.

”What happened?”

Mu Yichen, who had been busy entertaining all day, was completely unaware of what had happened to her today.

Qin Mu did not speak but buried herself in the bed sheets once more, lying on the bed.

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed with anger as he picked her up.

Qin Mu childishly used her arms to cover her eyes, struggling.

Mu Yichen decisively pinned her down on the bed and forcibly pried apart her arms to clearly see her tear-streaked face.

”What on earth happened?”

”Don’t look at me!”

He asked in shock, then heard her voice hoarse as she shouted, but how could he not look?

”Tell me, what did you do this morning when you went out?”

Qin Mu couldn’t speak—this habit seemed like it would never change, even after many years.

She habitually buried things in her heart without mentioning them to anyone, except for Qin Haiming.

The reason she told Qin Haiming was because she wanted him to pay.

As for others, she never felt the urge to talk about that matter, nor did she believe she should.

”Did mom say something unpleasant again?”

He could only guess wildly.

She shook her head vigorously. Since there was no way to cover her face and she didn’t want him to see her like this, she grabbed the fabric of his shirt at the chest and buried herself in his embrace.

”Tell me what’s wrong? I’m really worried about you.”

He pushed her away from his chest, holding each of her hands by her shoulders and added anxiously.

Qin Mu simply couldn’t open her eyes, which ached so much that she had no choice but to turn her head away and bite his arm.

Mu Yichen had to let go of her because he was concerned she might damage her teeth.

Qin Mu immediately rolled over in bed and buried her face once again.

”You don’t want to come down for the New Year’s Eve dinner? Or are you planning to show our elders those swollen, fish-eyed eyes of yours?”

Upon hearing that, Qin Mu’s initially tear-laden eyes suddenly dried, and she jumped out of bed, heading low-headed toward the bathroom.

Mu Yichen...

Qin Mu washed her face with cold water. She didn’t know what was wrong; she had been tired and fallen asleep, but when she woke up, her face was all wet, and before she knew it, she started crying.

She hated crying on a whim, but...

The broken tombstone seemed to shatter her heart as well.

When she emerged with an eye mask on, he still sat on the bed’s edge, hands propped on the side, his dark eyes staring straight at her.

”I’m not in a good mood right now; I’ll talk to you about it later.”

With only those words, she then went to sit on the sofa, casually lying down, pretending to read a magazine but actually using it to cover her face at the moment.

The room instantly quieted down. Mu Yichen knew her temperament, but this time she seemed even more stubborn than usual; judging by past experiences, the incident that happened this time must have been quite serious.

”Where did you go this morning?”

”To the cemetery!”

Mu Yichen only asked, and she told the truth.

Mu Yichen nodded his head, then moved to leave the room.

”Don’t go!”

Qin Mu immediately sat up from the sofa when she heard the footsteps, and turned to look at the man heading for the door as she called out.

Mu Yichen stopped, but he did not turn around and only asked in a low voice: If you can’t say it, I’ll find out myself.

Qin Mu wanted to tell him, and several times the words reached her throat, but it felt like something was blocking it, and she just couldn’t speak.

She lay back down in despair.

Mu Yichen glanced back at her, realizing she still couldn’t speak, and then opened the door and left.

The father and son downstairs were still playing chess. When they saw Mu Yichen coming downstairs again, the elder asked: ”Is your wife all right?”