His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu placed Huanhuan’s little hand on her stomach, and Huanhuan bit her lip in fear, because the idea of a child inside her mother’s belly seemed so terrifying.

”She’s not fully grown yet, so she can’t communicate with you, but as long as we both love her, she will gradually grow in Mommy’s belly and then come to keep you company.”

”Then will Mommy stop loving Huanhuan?”

Huanhuan looked up at her with a hurt expression and asked.

”Of course not, and Mommy will love Huanhuan even more!”

Qin Mu said, caressing her little head.

After more than half an hour of persuasion, Huanhuan finally accepted the fact of her pregnancy.

Back when Qin Mu hugged Mu Qingxin’s baby Xiaobao, Huanhuan was already a bit jealous and reluctant, so Qin Mu could very well understand Huanhuan’s thoughts at the moment; still, thinking about her having a companion as she grew up suddenly made her feel very warm inside.

Late at night, Qin Mu went to coax Huanhuan to sleep before returning to her own room. Mu Yichen had just warmed up some milk downstairs and brought it to her room right on time.

Qin Mu, holding the milk, walked in with Mu Yichen: ”Do you think Huanhuan has come to terms with it?”

”Tomorrow I’ll take her to the office. If she still can’t accept it, then it’s up to me, the head of the family, to step in,” said Mu Yichen.

Qin Mu looked up at him: ”Psh! Don’t let me down then!”

”But what did you think when Mom gave birth to Mu Qingxin?”

Qin Mu suddenly remembered that Mu Yichen was five when Feng Fanghua gave birth to Mu Qingxin. At that time, Mu Yichen probably wasn’t too pleased either, right?

”I— as long as they were happy, that’s all that mattered!”

Back then, he was already somewhat sensible, and besides— who would care about what he thought?

Qin Mu somehow didn’t quite believe the boss’s words, thinking he must have been upset at the time.

After lying down, Mu Yichen let out a distressed sigh: ”How much longer do I have to endure?”

He lay on his side, his hand embracing her abdomen and gently caressing it as he asked.

”I don’t know, sigh!”

Qin Mu barely held back laughter as she responded to him!

”Wouldn’t it be better if you just used your hand?”

”Hmm?”

Qin Mu was so startled that her head recoiled half a meter from him!

Mu Yichen, slightly indignant at the shock in her reaction, ended up merely staring at her angrily with a flushed face: ”Come here!”

”It’s not cold anymore, why should I be so close to you? Plus, I’m in a special condition, I should stay farther away from you!”

”Come here, don’t make me say it a third time!”

Qin Mu, looking into his dark eyes, subconsciously reached for the floor lamp remote control, thinking out of sight, out of mind, hahaha.

But just as she reached for the remote, he snatched it away, and, oh!

The room went dark!

Qin Mu lay breathless under him.

Feeling the breath of the man above her ripple across her forehead, Qin Mu grew nervous too.

In the pitch-black room where no one could see anyone, his hands cupped her face, slowly caressing her lips, and then his thin lips pressed down on hers.

The sensation of kissing feels even more unique in the darkness, where there’s no sense of direction.

Mu Yichen’s ragged breathing eased after he pressed his lips upon hers and began moving in a kiss.

”As my woman, you’re not allowed to evade me, got it?”

”Can I reject you, then?”

”The very last thing you may do is reject me!”

Qin Mu...

He was so domineering, yet he asked if she understood?

Whether she understood or not, it seemed it would always end the same way, but...

Her heart felt strangely sweet.

She lifted her hand to wrap around his neck and tilted her head towards his ear: ”Shall we find a way to ’put out the fire’?”

”Now that sounds more like it!”

He leaned down to nibble at her neck while reaching to pull her hand down, and then, ah...

Indescribable!

After Mu Yichen had his release, he lay in bed with her, warming each other.

Qin Mu then remembered Jing Qing coming to deliver shoes to her, spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice: ”Jing Qing brought a pair of cloth shoes to my office this morning to congratulate me on my pregnancy.”

”She probably has some kind of psychological disorder; steer clear of her!” Mu Yichen said, holding her.

He genuinely thought that woman was insane; otherwise, why was she still lingering when both he and his wife had made things crystal clear?

”Okay!”

Qin Mu agreed, although she knew that some people you just can’t avoid.

Then they slept until morning.

It rained that day, seemingly the first satisfying downpour since the New Year.

Even if it had turned into a light drizzle by morning.

After breakfast, Mu Yichen took Huanhuan to the office building, and Qin Mu went to her studio.

Wen Runuan, who must have heard about her pregnancy from somewhere, brought her plenty of nourishing gifts.