His Beloved Treasure

These two men had quietly existed in their hearts for more than twenty years; indeed, no one else could replace them now.

”Ah! Some things are better not taken too seriously, otherwise, you really don’t know if you’re making others suffer or just making things difficult for yourself.”

Helian Hao’s spoon jabbed a few times in the box of rice, showing little enthusiasm in her eyes, but after saying those words, she took a big mouthful of rice and put it in her mouth.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh at her, then picked up a spoon and started to eat her meal with big bites as well.

That evening, when Qin Mu returned home, she discovered that Mu Yichen and Huanhuan were not there. Without thinking, she picked up her phone to call him but then thought better of it and started fiddling with her phone as she walked towards the kitchen.

Forget it!

If it was already dark outside and the two of them hadn’t come back, it meant they didn’t plan to return for dinner, right?

Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, then, with happy steps, she went upstairs, changed clothes, came down, and proceeded to the kitchen.

She might as well make something to eat! It’s not like she could starve just because there was no man around.

For some reason, once she got back to this place, she seemed to lose the ability to order takeout.

There were all sorts of things in the refrigerator. She picked out a few vegetables of colors she liked, then found some noodles.

She’d just cook a bowl of noodles!

The pot was clean, so she filled it with water. Once the water boiled, she added the noodles, a pinch of salt, then covered the pot and went to wash the greens.

Suddenly remembering the tomato in the fridge, she turned around, took a tomato out, and in a few minutes, she had a steaming bowl of noodles on the dining table.

Looking at the colors, she thought it was quite appealing, except...

It was tasteless!

After eating the tomato and greens, she had no desire to continue with the noodles.

In a private room exclusive to AM, several men were dining, one of them holding a little girl.

Mu Yichen was helping Huanhuan eat fruit salad by herself while listening to a subordinate report, ”Miss Qin seemed to have applied for a loan at the bank a few days ago, and the amount was not small.”

”She used the studio as collateral?”

Mu Yichen thought for a moment, then asked with a calm and indifferent voice.

”Yes! Of course, to you, these amounts are like a drop in the ocean, which is why we find it strange that Miss Qin would apply for a loan at the bank. Could it be that it has something to do with Mr. Mu...?”

The shirt-clad, aging man carefully probed, his eyes carrying a meaningful gaze towards Mu Yichen.

”What about Mr. Mu?”

Mu Yichen turned and gazed down at him, his question sharp and cold.

”Of course, with Mr. Mu’s conditions, Miss Qin would definitely not leave Mr. Mu of her own accord. Perhaps Mr. Mu and Miss Qin had some sort of disagreement?”

The employee continued to speculate, the others also looking on with anticipation.

Mu Yichen knew that as soon as he admitted that he and Qin Mu had ended things, these people would immediately take action against her.

”Do you know who this is in my arms?”

”Of course, this is your young daughter.”

Another man spoke.

”Young daughter? I have only this daughter!”

Mu Yichen said to them with a sneer.

The group watched him with curiosity but no longer dared to ask further.

When Mu Yichen got back home after ten, the dinner hadn’t even started when he had already risen to leave. Instead of going home, he went to the Mu Mansion.

Huanhuan had fallen asleep there, so she stayed over, and he returned alone.

He had thought for sure she would be asleep in her room, but when he got back, he heard the TV in the living room. She hadn’t gone to bed.

Was she waiting for him?

Mu Yichen felt a twitch in his heart, set down the car keys, and walked inside to find the couch empty.

Turns out, she was lying on the couch; when he approached, she was idly switching channels with the remote.

Qin Mu didn’t even bother to look up, her gaze fixed on the screen, yet she sensed him sitting down in the adjoining single couch.

”Have you had dinner?”

He asked in a tone that was neither warm nor cold, as if he was too lazy to care but felt compelled to ask.

”No!”

Qin Mu responded lazily, pressing the cushion further under her head as she continued to stare at the TV.

Mu Yichen glanced at her, his brow furrowed slightly, but he stood up after a few seconds.

Qin Mu didn’t need to look to know he was heading to the kitchen, but she didn’t call out to stop him.

In the kitchen, there was a bowl with uneaten noodles.

By the looks of it, no oil was added, just greens and tomato—a rookie mistake in cooking even a simple bowl of noodles.

Mu Yichen inwardly complained, yet he didn’t have the time to ponder her deception.

He went to the kitchen to heat up some milk, then suddenly heard a voice behind him: ”Where is Huanhuan?”