His Beloved Treasure

Zhang Rujia had just finished speaking and stepped outside again. The night wind was still hot, but she had just stepped out when she encountered Mu Yichen driving up from outside.

After recognizing his car, Zhang Rujia couldn’t help but scoff before striding away.

After Mu Yichen got out of his car and closed the door, he looked at her stubborn figure with a worried frown and immediately turned to head inside.

The living room was very quiet. When Mu Yichen walked in and saw the father and daughter watching TV, he felt some relief and approached them, ”I haven’t come too late, have I?”

The night had just descended upon the city, bringing a long-missed warmth to the house.

Qin Haiming had not mentioned Zhang Rujia’s visit, and Qin Mu naturally did not wish to discuss it at home, so Mu Yichen pretended he had seen nothing.

Only after leaving did he bring it up on the way home, ”Did Qin Mingzhu’s mother visit?”

”Yeah! But they simply didn’t hit it off, so don’t worry!”

Qin Mu turned to look at him, reassuring him.

”Hmm!”

Mu Yichen responded, now quite trusting in his wife’s determination and capability.

She was no longer the little girl who used to make him anxious about work, worrying about whether she could take care of herself whenever he couldn’t see her, but now—

She had grown into an independent woman with her unique personality and the ability to live her life.

His little Qingmei had grown up!

Mu Yichen felt sentimental but tried to appear ordinary.

It seemed that once their relationship stabilized, everything was so much more composed.

The car stopped at the Mu Family home, and Mu Yichen, out of habit, waited for her to step ahead of him before extending his hand to her.

Qin Mu looked at his large hand and placed hers in his palm, and they walked into the house together, hand in hand.

It seemed to have finally cooled down after nine o’clock.

Once they were home, the family sat together and talked, and the old patriarch asked, ”I heard your father’s chauffeur had surgery a while ago. Is he doing better now?”

”Yeah! He was just discharged from the hospital today!”

Qin Mu replied with a smile.

Everyone understood the reason for her visit then.

”People really need to live life well and not just get by!”

Mu Zihao stated reflectively!

”Yeah! Your father’s driver has been with him for many years and always courteous and kind whenever we meet.”

Feng Fanghua remarked.

”That’s true! I hadn’t seen him for so many years, and when he saw me again, his eyes were brimming with tears; I guess back in Rongcheng, there weren’t many who would remember me like that!”

Qin Mu reminisced.

”Hmm!”

Mu Zihao agreed, then his eyes drifted to the old patriarch setting up a chessboard.

”You two have just come back; go take a shower and change your clothes. If you’re not too tired, come back down, and if Mumu is too tired, just rest!”

The old patriarch frowned at his son’s words, wondering if his son was discouraging the chess game he intended to play with his granddaughter-in-law.

”Dad! I’ll play a game with you!”

Mu Zihao took a seat.

The old patriarch glanced at his son with a desire to scold him if he weren’t already of a certain age.

As for Mu Yichen and Qin Mu, they realized the old patriarch wanted to play chess with Qin Mu.

Qin Mu actually wouldn’t have minded joining him; she quite liked chatting and playing chess with the elderly, but Mu Yichen immediately stood up and once again extended his hand to her, ”Let’s go! Didn’t you just say your back hurt? Let’s go upstairs and rest early.”

Qin Mu...

When had she said her back was hurting?

”Then go rest! With the months passing, back pain will probably become more frequent, so you need to rest more. Go on!”

Feng Fanghua immediately took it seriously and urged.

Left with no option, Qin Mu stood up: ”Okay! Then, Grandpa, Dad, Mom, we’re heading upstairs!”

”Hmm!”

The elders watched the couple go upstairs then gathered again, with Feng Fanghua watching the father and son play chess and listening as the old patriarch said, ”You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

”Dad, how old am I?”

Mu Zihao reminded him.

”So what? No matter how old you are, you’re still my son! Besides, with the couple not here, can’t I say something to you?”

Mu Zihao had nothing to say and just kept nodding his head.

”Humph!”

The old patriarch gave his son another look, still clearly displeased.

Feng Fanghua watched her husband being scolded without daring to interject, instead reminding, ”Dad, are you letting Zihao make the first move?”

”You wish!”

The old patriarch then returned his gaze to the chessboard.

Mu Zihao grinned secretly before quickly resuming a serious demeanor.

Feng Fanghua settled down beside them to watch TV.

Qin Mu gently opened the door to Huanhuan’s room, her hand softly resting on the door frame as she peered inside. Under the dim glow of the nightstand lamp, she saw the little girl asleep and couldn’t help but curiously murmur, ”Why are you so well-behaved today?”