His Beloved Treasure

After Qin Mu became pregnant, he cut down on smoking, but now that she was gone, he had picked it up again.

Later, a staff member placed a pen on their table. Qiao Yi and Zhao Huai curiously stared at the pen, while Mu Yichen sat there indifferently.

”Boss, everything has been done as you ordered!”

Mu Yichen’s eyes lowered, and the staff member nodded and left.

Qiao Yi and Zhao Huai instinctively leaned forward, then listened to the sounds coming from it, a man and a woman moaning, both of them...

Mu Yichen’s pitch-black eyes lifted slightly, then he continued to listen.

It was only after he had overheard Qin Mingzhu speaking with Xiaomei outside that he began to suspect Qin Mingzhu.

That afternoon, when they returned to the office building and got out of the car, they saw a woman standing in the rain.

It was Jing Qing!

A girl stood behind her, holding an umbrella but not daring to come close to her.

Jing Qing stood determinedly in the rain, gazing persistently at one of the three men.

All of them held umbrellas, but it was still easy to tell them apart by their familiar silhouettes.

Mu Yichen glanced at her once and then turned to leave, as did Zhao Huai, but Qiao Yi turned around and walked toward Jing Qing.

When the umbrella covered Jing Qing, he looked down at her with tears and rain on her face and whispered, ”What’s the point of this?”

”That night I—”

”Maybe you didn’t do anything that night, but what about your assistant?”

Qiao Yi whispered to remind her.

Jing Qing looked at him in surprise, then turned to look at the woman holding the umbrella behind her.

Yang Qianxi was startled, unconsciously stepping back.

”Yichen will never forgive you in this lifetime, Jing Qing, you’ve always known what he most wanted. Don’t come looking for him again, or one day he might just destroy the Jing Family... It would be best to prevent that day from coming!”

Jing Qing was still staring at Yang Qianxi, unable to snap out of it even after Qiao Yi finished cautioning her, as if her brain had short-circuited.

Qiao Yi grabbed her hand and made her hold the umbrella handle, then turned and walked inside.

Only then did Jing Qing look at his somewhat broad back, but it wasn’t long before she again couldn’t resist turning her head to stare intensely at her assistant.

”Miss Jing!”

As Jing Qing stepped forward, the assistant instinctively took another step back, calling out in the process.

Jing Qing wanted to slap her, but after thinking it over, she only clenched her fist. She let go of the umbrella and walked into the car from the rain.

Yang Qianxi turned to watch the car drive away. In such heavy rain, Jing Qing had just left her behind?

Yang Qianxi’s heart trembled violently; she always felt Jing Qing had been too cruel to her, remembering the way Jing Qing had schemed against her before.

She didn’t know what Qiao Yi had just said to Jing Qing, but she felt that Jing Qing’s look at her had been a bit off.

It wasn’t until that day at the company when she took advantage of Jing Qing’s meeting to try to find Mu Yichen’s phone number on Jing Qing’s phone left in the room.

Since that day, they had never seen each other alone. She missed him, and was going crazy with longing!

Yang Qianxi quietly saved the number into her own phone before putting Jing Qing’s phone back in its place.

Just as she was about to stand up, Jing Qing pushed the door open from the outside. Panic-stricken, Yang Qianxi scrambled to her feet and stumbled over her words before finally calling out, ”Miss Jing!”

”I forgot to take my phone!”

Jing Qing’s gaze was somewhat empty as she looked at her, uttering only a faint response.

Yang Qianxi immediately bent down to get her phone and turned around to hand it to her, ”Here!”

Jing Qing still watched her, her eyes like a dead person staring at a living one who had done something wrong, terrifying Yang Qianxi so much that she hardly dared to breathe.

Yang Qianxi felt she might need to resign.

”Oh, right! Later, go and handle a task for me!” Jing Qing walked away then turned back at the doorway and instructed Yang Qianxi—who was contemplating resignation—once again.

Yang Qianxi felt Jing Qing’s voice was devoid of warmth. She subconsciously nodded and agreed, ”Okay!”

”Take my car. It’s a bit far. Remember to go early and come back early!” Jing Qing said.

Yang Qianxi just nodded vigorously!

Only then did Jing Qing leave, but the resolute look on her face never changed.

Driving Jing Qing’s car to pick up the clothes, Yang Qianxi thought about resigning all the way. And she needed to make a phone call to Mu Yichen; she had to see him again, to let him know that her feelings were unconditional. She just wanted to see him occasionally; she wouldn’t try to monopolize him completely like Jing Qing did. Just occasional meetings—that’s all she wanted. She wouldn’t disturb his life with Qin Mu, not at all.

Thinking this way made Yang Qianxi feel much better, and she stopped considering how terrifying Jing Qing could be.

But at the red light at the intersection, her brakes...

With a loud ”bang,” there was a crash!

Rong City’s evening news reported that Jing Qing’s car had been destroyed, but she had miraculously survived the ordeal.

As for Yang Qianxi, she was only mentioned as ’the assistant.’

On TV, Jing Qing said during an interview while looking panicked, ”I don’t know what happened. I just sent my assistant to fetch some clothes for me, and then this catastrophe happened.”

”Miss Jing, the police inspected your car afterwards. Regarding the brake failure, we suspect someone tampered with your car. In fact, the intended victim was you. Do you have anything you want to say?”

The reporter asked her, holding a microphone.

Jing Qing was surrounded by bodyguards, with reporters all in front.

She shook her head, her face tense as if she was about to faint at any moment under the gloomy skies.

”I have nothing to say. With my status, I don’t need to engage in open and secret fights with anyone in the industry. If it really happened as you speculated, that someone intentionally wanted to harm me, I first want to apologize to my assistant, who has not yet awakened. Next, I want justice for her. What kind of grudge must one have against me to want to take my life?” Jing Qing spoke, her voice breaking with emotion as she began to cry.

”Miss Jing, don’t be too anxious. We’re all fans of yours; we wish you well and will also help find the culprit to bring them to justice,” the reporter, a woman with precise words, said.

”Thank you very much! And thank you on behalf of my assistant as well. I can take whatever comes, but right now, what concerns me the most is my assistant. Please, let’s all pray for her together, wishing her a speedy recovery, okay?”