His Beloved Treasure

”Wow! Li Yu, you look incredibly handsome, like a prince from a royal family.”

Xiaomei clapped her paws together and immediately put on an adoring performance.

”Thank you for the compliment! But I’m just Li Yu!”

Li Yu stepped forward and leaned in slightly as he spoke.

And he said it with an elegant and confident smile.

Qin Mu looked at Li Yu and thought to herself that this man must be really confident in himself. He always seemed so casual, but then she suddenly remembered what Jiang Zhiyuan and others had said: almost every actress he had worked with had been involved with him.

Does a little brother like Li Yu also have an unknown side?

Qin Mu was pondering this when suddenly, her phone rang from inside her bag. She stood up, ”Xiaomei, could you please attend to our big star for me? I’m going upstairs to take a call!”

”Okay!”

Xiaomei agreed, and Qin Mu said goodbye to Li Yu before heading upstairs with her bag to take the call.

”Hello? Are you back from your business trip?”

”Yeah! I heard about the exposure of your marriage, so I called.”

The voice on the other end sounded very hoarse.

”That’s right, it’s been exposed! But now I’m quite at peace with it.”

Qin Mu responded, closing the door behind her as she went upstairs.

Li Yu went to change back into his own clothes and upon leaving, asked Xiaomei who was following him, ”Is Miss Qin always this secretive? She even has to hide in her room to take a phone call?”

”A phone call taken in a room is definitely a secret not meant for others to hear, and we all have such calls,”

Xiaomei hinted gently, guessing that it was probably Qin Haiming.

”Oh? Isn’t it just President Mu?”

Li Yu nonchalantly stood to the side with his hands in his pockets and commented.

”If it was President Mu, she wouldn’t need to hide.”

Xiaomei still smiled at him, but at that moment, she felt a bit annoyed by him; she didn’t like men who pried.

Li Yu nodded in understanding as the staff helped to pack up his clothes. Taking them, he said, ”Thank you very much for your hospitality today and for the exquisite dress the studio crafted. I’ll be heading out.”

”Sure! I’ll walk you out!”

Xiaomei said, gesturing for him to lead the way, and Li Yu walked ahead with long strides.

Once they reached the parking lot, he couldn’t help but laugh again when he saw his car parked next to a rather unassuming vehicle that cost several hundred thousand, before getting in his car. He placed the box in the back, rolled down the window, and bid farewell to Xiaomei.

”Till we meet again!”

After finishing, he put on his sunglasses and left.

Xiaomei waved at him until he turned the corner, then shrugged her shoulders, thinking: Such a handsome big guy, I hope he isn’t trouble!

After finishing her call, Qin Mu stood at the window flipping through a magazine. When she caught sight of Li Yu leaving, she turned her head and said, ”Let’s go to the garment factory!”

Qin Mu called out to Xiaomei, who had just come looking for her.

Xiaomei nodded, ”I’ll grab my phone!”

”Right! Lina, let’s go together!”

Qin Mu called another designer.

Lina took the wheel, Xiaomei sat in the passenger seat, and she sat alone in the back. Since her belly had grown, she found sitting in the front too cramped.

At noon, Lina suggested eating at the Wonton Restaurant near the garment factory. Qin Mu glanced outside and then said, ”If we’re going to eat wontons, let’s head downtown. I’ll take you to a nice little place.”

The main reason was she couldn’t bring herself to enter the place after seeing its dusty sign.

So, the three of them ended up at the wonton shop downtown that Qin Mu had mentioned. Qin Mu and Lina had clear broth wontons while Xiaomei added several spoonfuls of chili oil to her bowl.

”You’ll probably break out in pimples by tonight at the latest after eating this meal!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but comment halfway through Xiaomei’s meal.

”What are pimples to a foodie? I’ll think about it after I’ve eaten!”

Xiaomei, completely unbothered, kept her head down and ate voraciously.

So when everyone was gathered in the apartment in the evening to watch a show, she was the only one to come down from upstairs with a face mask on, complaining, ”I’m going to die! Several pimples popped up around my mouth; I can’t show my face to people!”

”Who said at noon that foodies don’t care about pimples?”

Lina kindly reminded her, then turned to chat in French with a friend about Xiaomei’s predicament.

Feeling resigned to her fate, Xiaomei sat in a corner of the four-person sofa, with her head against the backrest, sadly staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Helian Hao and Jing Feng were hosting a dinner at their home for Mu Yichen and Qin Mu. After dinner, while the two men smoked on the balcony, the women chatted inside the house.

”So was it Mu Qingxin who conspired with Mu Yichen to expose your marriage? Wasn’t Yichen always claiming he didn’t care anymore?”