His Beloved Treasure

”I’m stepping out.”

Mu Yichen didn’t reply but simply announced his departure before leaving.

Approaching five o’clock, he smoked a cigarette in the cemetery and then waited for Yang Bo to find him.

”You have three days to catch them.”

He was still smoking as he gave the cold order, glancing at the tombstone resting in the cemetery.

Yang Bo was also his good brother, the captain of a certain team at the police station.

Yang Bo nodded after looking: ”Is this... Qin Mu’s mother’s tombstone?”

Yang Bo had a vague memory of it but couldn’t recall the details.

”Don’t tell anyone about this, including your family.”

”I understand!”

Yang Bo nodded, his complexion dark and slim in figure but looked sturdy.

”Go back, have a good New Year’s Eve.”

Mu Yichen took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes seemingly holding back a fierce fire that refused to die down.

Yang Bo looked at him, nodded, and said, ”You go ahead, I’ll take a walk around here before heading back.”

Mu Yichen didn’t say anything more and returned to Rongcheng as soon as he finished his cigarette.

Yang Bo surveyed the scene for a while.

By the time he went back, Qin Mu was already helping with making dumplings, but...

Let’s not talk about her current mood, just looking at the dumplings she was making...

It was truly hard to describe.

When Mu Yichen got back and heard she was helping in the kitchen, he thought she might be upset and wanted to ask her to come upstairs, but when he saw her earnestly making dumplings, oh, those things that shouldn’t even be called dumplings.

”Are these supposed to be dumplings? Go do something else, even Qingxin makes them better than you.”

Feng Fanghua said disdainfully, surprised at her daughter’s skill since Mu Qingxin normally wouldn’t do such chores and had never cooked before.

”Hehe, Ayan loves dumplings!”

Qingxin continued making them while bashfully answering her mother.

Feng Fanghua looked up at her, both surprised and angry: ”Ha, you really care for others, both you siblings are the same. Never seen you taking care of your parents at home, but you’re so good at caring for others.”

Qin Mu just listened, not saying a word.

However, Mu Qingxin shamelessly said, ”Mom, I’m also making dumplings for you to eat, right? Why not eat more of the ones I make later, okay?”

Feng Fanghua...

Qin Mu watched as Mu Qingxin left Feng Fanghua at her wit’s end and felt no emotion in her heart at the moment.

Not until Feng Fanghua drove her out did she feel anything, not until she saw him standing by the door looking down at her.

”Come upstairs with me.”

Mu Yichen said softly, leading the way.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, just followed.

In the living room outside, the grandfather and son were playing with Huanhuan, even helping her peel sunflower seeds. When they saw the two coming out of the kitchen and heading upstairs, they exchanged glances. The grandfather asked, ”What’s with all the secrecy? Do they always do this?”

”Probably something happened. Qin Mu has one bad habit: she only shares good news, not the worries. Yichen must have found out.”

Mu Zihao spoke, handing his granddaughter another seed.

”This girl sure can endure. She must have faced many difficulties in Rongcheng this past year, right?”

The old man grabbed a handful of peanuts and began to eat.

”Exactly, a girl comes back to start a business and so many people look down on her. You saw what happened this afternoon with the Jing Family.”

”Hmph! I’m not leaving this year. I really want to see what the Jing Family is planning.”

The old man ate a peanut, intolerant of others bullying the weak.

When Qin Mu and Mu Yichen returned to the room, he closed the door and, before they could walk further, he blocked her.

She instinctively stepped back; his hand on the doorknob seemed to encircle her within his arms, forcing her to stand pressed against the door panel.

Qin Mu looked up, her defiant gaze striking against his deep, dark eyes.