His Beloved Treasure

Secretary Xi asked, her gaze suggesting, ”If you need my help now, I’m available.”

”That’s not necessary! How about we go for lunch together later?”

”No thanks! I already have plans for lunch!”

Secretary Xi refused, then lowered her head and didn’t look up again.

Qiao Yi felt she simply looked down on him. Recently, she had always had this attitude, as if he owed her something.

”After all, we’re just colleagues, both working ourselves to the bone for Yichen. Why do you act like you’re better than me? How have I offended you?”

Unable to bear their indirectness any longer, Qiao Yi decided it was better to open up.

”I’ve offended you? How’s that? I’ve just been a bit busy lately, and I’ve started dating someone, so I don’t really like getting too close to male colleagues. Besides, as Assistant Qin, there’s no need for you to lower yourself to converse with me, right?”

”You—, got a boyfriend?”

Qiao Yi heard the key point and hesitated as he asked.

”Yeah! I got a boyfriend! Isn’t it stranger for girls our age not to have one? Don’t you wish me well, Assistant Qin?”

Secretary Xi looked up again, her piercing gaze questioning him.

”Wish you well? Of course, of course, I wish you well!”

Qiao Yi glanced at her, then laughed awkwardly before turning away.

Secretary Xi watched his retreating figure, her gaze slightly dazed.

Qiao Yi turned back to tap her desk corner as if he had more to say, but ultimately held back and left.

Secretary Xi felt unsettled, yet thought maybe this was the best outcome for both of them.

After all, he was busy dating other girls, so she should just be the better person, right?

At noon, Qin Mu had lunch with Mu Yichen in the office, and in the evening, he was called back to the Mu family home.

The kitchen had prepared especially delicious soups and fresh fruit for the pregnant woman.

As soon as Qin Mu sat down on the couch, the maid brought over some pastries and gently placed them on the coffee table, ”Madam just bought these today; they look like they’ve been freshly picked. Young Madam loves tangerines, please try some!”

”Thank you!”

Qin Mu thanked her out of habit.

”Go on, try them! It seems we have some similar tastes!”

Feng Fanghua said, looking at the tangerines on the plate. She had people buy them from out of town; indeed, they were picked in the morning and delivered in the afternoon.

Qin Mu, however, felt moved that Feng Fanghua would go to the trouble of getting tangerines for her and obediently began eating them.

The tangerines were quite sour, but being pregnant, they suited her taste just right.

The old master couldn’t help shaking his head as he watched her eat, ”Just looking at those makes my mouth water; they’re too sour!”

”You don’t understand, the taste preferences of pregnant women tend to be stronger than men’s,” Feng Fanghua reminded.

Mu Zihao sat beside his granddaughter, playing with paper folding. Baffled and unable to just give up, he frowned until he laughed at Feng Fanghua’s words.

Mu Yichen also tried a piece and it was indeed exceptionally sour, causing him to frown, ”Do you really like it?”

Qin Mu glanced at Mu Yichen’s twisted face and couldn’t help but laugh, ”I think it’s just perfect!”

Mu Yichen also chuckled, certainly not agreeing that the tangerines were tasty. But Feng Fanghua, she ate one despite the sourness, appearing to enjoy it quite a lot.

Huanhuan saw both women eating and reached for one herself. After biting into it, she immediately opened her mouth; her beautiful little face flushed, her mouth full of saliva and nearly crying out with the bitten tangerine in her mouth, she distressedly exclaimed, ”Mommy, so sour!”

Qin Mu, feeling helpless, quickly grabbed a trash bin, ”Spit it out quickly!”

Huanhuan ran over and spat it out while tears also welled up.

”So sour!”

Qin Mu immediately offered her a cup of water, ”Drink some water; you’ll be fine!”

Huanhuan obediently drank water and it took nearly half a cup before she felt better.

Mu Yichen watched Huanhuan’s silly reaction and couldn’t help but laugh, his shoulders shaking.

”Come to grandma, let me see. It’s sour, isn’t it?” Feng Fanghua said with concern, kissing her forehead once Huanhuan came close, then added, ”Huanhuan’s taste is just like her daddy’s.”

Qin Mu felt a pang of jealousy at these words, but still nodded against her better judgment, ”Yeah! A bit!”