His Beloved Treasure

He simply acknowledged with an ”Okay” and immediately asked if she had suffered.

”No! But it seems like mom and dad didn’t leave them much face in front of grandpa.”

”Is that so?”

Mu Yichen asked curiously.

Qin Mu nodded, ”Yeah, you—wouldn’t happen to—”

”Just now mom asked me about the incident last month, and I—”

Mu Yichen didn’t continue, helplessly raising his eyebrows.

With one small gesture, Qin Mu understood completely, then lay there again and spoke softly to him, ”Apologize to mom later.”

”Yes!”

Mu Yichen agreed, raising his hand to gently stroke her hair.

”Your dad divorced Zhang Rujia!”

He suddenly said, his dark eyes staring straight into hers.

Qin Mu looked at him in surprise, ”Divorced?”

”Once your dad found out about what happened back then, he couldn’t tolerate her any longer.”

Mu Yichen’s dark, ink-like eyes continued to stare at her as he spoke.

”I guess Zhang Rujia never expected that the man she once had would be found by you, right?”

Qin Mu wanted to laugh, but realized there was nothing funny about it, feeling only that if one doesn’t live life genuinely at least once, it’s truly sad.

If you hold onto false hopes to get something that wasn’t yours to begin with, eventually you’ll lose it, and by then, you’ll be left with nothing of value.

She didn’t know what would become of Zhang Rujia in the future, but she thought, without Qin Haiming, whatever Zhang Rujia wanted to do probably wouldn’t be so easy.

”Are we going back to the apartment?”

He asked her.

Even though it was much bigger here than their apartment, they weren’t as happy here as they were in their apartment!

”Mom said Qingxin will be back in a few days, how about we wait until after Qingxin has come and gone before we leave?”

Qin Mu tried to ask him.

”Up to you! Just let me know if you’re really annoyed, and we’ll leave!”

He told her, each word serious.

Qin Mu lay on her side looking at him, reached out her hand, and grabbed his, ”Mu Yichen!”

”Hmm?”

He answered with a muffled voice.

”Or is there something I can do?”

She quietly asked!

”Just focus on your pregnancy and don’t overthink!”

He said to her as he touched her forehead.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but curve her arm around his neck, pulling him closer, ”Just that?”

”Yes!”

She let out a light laugh, after his earnest ”Yes.”

Mu Yichen lowered his eyes, gazing tenderly into her gentle eyes before slowly shifting his gaze to her soft lips, his hand gently cradling her face, his thumb lightly stroking her lips.

Qin Mu held her breath, silently watching the deep affection in his eyes.

Suddenly, she remembered that embarrassing morning, and then, with more force, she hugged him.

Mu Yichen lowered his head, lightly kissing her hair, her neck.

Qin Mu held him tight, not wanting to let go, wishing that it had all been a nightmare and that upon waking they would still be their old selves.

It was already not easy to love, so why did fate have to create so many obstacles for them?

——

The next day, Qin Mu was driven to the studio by Zhao Huai, who sighed helplessly, ”Xiaomu, that kid has been following us nonstop, should we shake him off or shall I stop the car and give him a good beating?”

Wang Mingyu?”

Qin Mu, who was sitting in the back, turned to look behind.

”Indeed, that kid. With such a big mess at home and he acts as if nothing happened, just circling around you all the time, not even considering if he’s worthy.”

Zhao Huai was utterly annoyed by Wang Mingyu.

”Ignore him, and if you’re free later, help me keep him out of the studio. I don’t care about anything else.”

Zhao Huai looked at the woman in the backseat through the rearview mirror, a smile in his eyes, ”Understood!”

Qin Mu thought that although Wang Mingyu was innocent, he didn’t need her pity, right?

After arriving at the studio and getting out of the car, she knocked on the window of Zhao Huai’s car, ”I’ll have Xiaomei bring you a cup of coffee!”

”Thanks, Xiaomu!”

Qin Mu smiled lightly and then turned back into the studio, asking Xiaomei to grind a cup of coffee for the person outside the car before going to her office.

Zhao Huai didn’t get out of the car; Wang Mingyu’s car was parked not far behind, but he also hadn’t gotten out, so Zhao Huai felt a bit annoyed, as if the reason for a fight wasn’t sufficient.

”Handsome guy!”

Xiaomei walked over, holding a white cup with the aroma of coffee wafting from it.

Zhao Huai was about to smoke but immediately put the cigarette behind his ear, grinned as he took the coffee from Xiaomei, and cheerfully said, ”Thanks, Xiaomei!”

”Don’t mention it, you take care of Qinqin for me, making you a cup of coffee is the least I could do. But I’m really curious, what exactly do you do? Driver? Bodyguard?”