His Beloved Treasure

It’s really there!

It’s still in her studio now!

”But that suit isn’t made for you to wear as formal attire! I have prepared another wedding suit for Mr. Mu!”

Speaking of which, she felt ashamed that she had never seriously told him she loved him, but she had already drawn countless sketches of his suit in her mind!

”So mysterious?”

Mu Yichen looked at her with lowered eyebrows, still slightly furrowed.

Qin Mu raised her hand to gently poke at the center of his brows: ”Stop frowning now!”

That soft command set Mu Yichen’s heart racing, so in the next second, he kissed her awkwardly.

If there is one thing in life that can’t be delayed, it’s making love to the person you adore!

Everything! It was all beyond her expectations!

Everything! It was all within his expectations!

That night, a hospital in the city center, in the VIP ward building, experienced an explosion.

——

The next day when Mu Yichen arrived at the hospital, he saw Jing Feng standing alone next to the collapsed doorway, which had burned down to its frame.

When Jing Feng saw him, he merely glanced at him, then with his head down, walked up to him: ”Are you satisfied now?”

Mu Yichen didn’t say a word, just held his breath and looked at him.

Jing Feng’s face was weary, and there were crimson bloodshot streaks in his eyes.

Mu Yichen just looked at him directly; now there was no one else in the hallway.

Yet Jing Feng looked at him with such heart-wrenching pain, as if he wanted to punch him, as if he hated him to the point of losing himself, but in the end, he just walked by.

When the television broadcasted this news, the whole city of Rongcheng was shaken.

The Mu Family, naturally, was also startled; no one had expected Jing Qing to take such drastic actions.

Two days later, the Jing Family didn’t notify any relatives or friends, and only they gathered at the cemetery, led by the elderly patriarch, with Mr. and Mrs. Jing Xianzong by his side, Jing Feng and Helian Hao on the edges.

On the gravestone, Jing Qing’s photo was serene and gentle, like a fairy untouched by mortal troubles, smiling peacefully.

That day’s weather was clear, although the faces of the Jing Family were all weary: the patriarch had suddenly become much thinner, and especially Mrs. Jing, her eyes were swollen with tears.

Jing Feng’s dark eyes looked at the girl on the gravestone, and then he silently lowered his gaze. As for Helian Hao, he was slightly moved.

The next day at noon, Helian Hao went to Qin Mu’s studio to find her: ”It’s strange to say, but that night before I left work, I went to see her. She was smoking and didn’t react when I chided her. I thought her drastic change was due to despair over Mu Yichen, but two hours after I left, there was an explosion in her ward.”

Qin Mu stood in front of the glass screen, listening to the woman leaning on her desk speak, and for a long time didn’t respond.

Jing Qing is dead?

Qin Mu couldn’t believe it!

How could such a proud person just die like that?

”The old man collapsed instantly; these past few days, the Jing Family has been gloomy, as if everyone has lost their souls!”

Helian Hao said, her head bowed, her voice tinged with guilt.

Qin Mu turned to look at her, walked over, and leaned against the desk with her, hands lightly tucked into her pockets: ”Maybe, she just left!”

After Qin Mu spoke in a low voice, a sharp glint flashed briefly in her eyes, and then she looked up at Helian Hao.

Helian Hao also looked at her curiously, and Qin Mu gave a slight smile.

”Is Jing Feng alright?”

Qin Mu decided to change the subject and asked her softly.

”Not very well! But he’s still going to work, so I guess it’s not too bad, right?”

Helian Hao spoke, her smile returning.

Qin Mu raised her hand to embrace her shoulder: ”Don’t be too pessimistic! And Jing Qing’s thing is not your fault!”

”Hmm! I just think, if only I had made sure she fell asleep before I left that night.”

”If all this was in her plan, you couldn’t have helped her.”

Qin Mu simply reminded her.

Helian Hao realized that Qin Mu’s thoughts differed from hers, but she couldn’t quite grasp the difference.

Helian Hao felt that Qin Mu was too calm, calm as if it wasn’t about an explosion, but just a person leaving. Was that departure not about death? Just a long journey?

Helian Hao wanted to ask her, but in the end, she didn’t.

After Helian Hao left, it wasn’t long before Qin Mu grabbed her bag and headed out.

When she arrived at the prosecutor’s office building below, she saw a familiar car parked there. She waited quietly inside for a while, thought for a while, and then silently turned the car around and left.