His Beloved Treasure

Kneel?

Qin Mu thought she must have heard wrong, blinking her long, curly lashes with a look of aggrieved innocence at the man holding her.

He had been caressing her waist a moment ago, but suddenly returned to his aloof demeanor!

”I’m pregnant now! Be a bit gentler!”

”Fine, then lie down!”

——

That rainy night was both romantic and nourishing.

And after a night of rain, everything in the morning was so beautiful!

The air outside was a bit cool, yet refreshing enough to invigorate the spirit.

The big news from the hospital came from Helian Hao: Yang Qianxi had miscarried the day after being admitted to the obstetrics and gynecology ward!

”She’s in a terrible state right now, appears to be shocked by her own condition, and it’s uncertain whether she’ll make it through! Furthermore, if no one pays her medical bills, I’m afraid our hospital might...”

After hanging up the phone, Qin Mu’s gaze fell pensively for a moment. Just the thought of that woman even touching her husband made her unsympathetic; even if that woman truly passed away, she wouldn’t feel the slightest bit of pity.

At first, Qin Mu thought that Yang Qianxi, having been harmed once by Jing Qing and Qin Mingzhu, would surely become wiser. Some people couldn’t be collaborated with, not in a lifetime.

Since Yang Qianxi had brought this upon herself and Wang Mingyu had no intention of dealing with her, Qin Mu, who held a grudge against Yang Qianxi, was even less inclined to intervene.

After getting up, Mu Yichen went to the window to hold her, his lips curving into a smile as he admired the refreshed scene outside: ”Good morning!”

”It’s not early anymore!”

She turned her head slightly to speak to him and then looked forward again.

Mu Yichen gently clasped her hand and, noticing she had her phone, inquired, ”Who called you so early?”

”Xiaohao! He said Yang Qianxi had a miscarriage and her condition isn’t very optimistic.”

Qin Mu relayed Helian Hao’s call to him, expecting that he wouldn’t want to hear it, but...

”Such matters... maybe you shouldn’t let Helian Hao tell you about them in the future!”

Mu Yichen released her and went to change clothes, feeling a dampening of spirits just by bringing up that woman, extremely dampening.

Qin Mu glanced at him and offered a resigned, light chuckle. Had it not been for the need to get to the bottom of things, he wouldn’t have cared about Yang Qianxi’s fate, right? He was the one who most wished for Yang Qianxi’s disappearance.

After breakfast, she headed for the studio. Feng Fanghua followed her, pleading, ”You’re pregnant, slow down in everything you do, don’t rush, alright?”

”Yes! You can go back, I’ll take good care of myself. I promise!”

Seeing Feng Fanghua about to escort her outside, Qin Mu felt somewhat reluctant. Feng sighed, ”When you get busy, you forget you’re pregnant, don’t you? With your recent workload, do you think I’d believe you?”

”You could ask my assistant, she’s always forthright and never lies.”

”You think I wouldn’t ask?”

Mother and daughter said their goodbyes at the door. Qin Mu drove her little car to the studio.

Mu Qingxin embraced her mother at the doorway, watching the departing car and sighed, ”Mom, you seem to care more and more about that girl!”

”Hmph! Next to me, she’s the woman who has contributed the most to the Mu Family!”

Having said this to her daughter, Feng Fanghua then walked inside.

In other words, this woman is a Mu Family woman, and of course, I need to care about her.

Mu Qingxin shook her head and followed her mother leisurely, feeling somehow left out.

After arriving at the studio, Qin Mu went upstairs. Xiaomei brought her a cup of warm milk: ”Your mother-in-law specifically contacted me to make sure I take good care of you. You must have a cup of hot milk every morning.”

After seeing the hot milk, Qin Mu smiled and asked, ”What else did she say?”

”If anything happens to you, she’ll blame it on me, you know? She also demands that the milk must be a particular brand, the fruits you eat must be the freshest, all peeled by me. And yes, make sure they’re the prettiest fruits... and there’s a lot more. She’s practically treating me as her servant now isn’t she?” Xiaomei complained as she paced back and forth in front of Qin Mu, thoroughly engaged in her account.

Qin Mu just listened quietly and hadn’t expected Feng Fanghua to give Xiaomei so many instructions; these tasks indeed posed quite a challenge for Xiaomei.

”How about I give you a couple of days off after this busy period? You like to sleep in, don’t you? Your holiday could be from Thursday all the way to Sunday; four days off would allow you to plan a trip somewhere nice, right?”

”That would be like a four-day holiday! But, but—I don’t have money!”

”Wednesday night’s sales will cover your expenses for a short trip.”