His Beloved Treasure

That originally greasy face now looked even more horrifying, and both Qin Mu and Xiaomei were too scared to speak. Le Yuanyuan, however, stepped forward, her tears streaming down uncontrollably.

”Zhiyuan, are you okay? Zhiyuan, I didn’t do it on purpose, how are you feeling, Zhiyuan?”

”You crazy woman, get out of here!”

Zhang Zhiyuan angrily raised his hand to push her away.

Xiaomei and Qin Mu hurriedly moved away, while other colleagues also slowly stood up.

”What’s going on here?”

When Le Yuanyuan was pushed toward the sofa and nearly bumped into Qin Mu, Mu Yichen came down from the staircase, his deep voice sounding as if it came from hell itself.

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

Zhang Zhiyuan clenched his fists several times before awkwardly lowering his head: ”I’m very sorry!”

Le Yuanyuan, however, was clutching her arm that hurt terribly from hitting the corner of the sofa. She stood up straight again and looked at Zhang Zhiyuan with wounded eyes: ”You bastard, grandson!”

Le Yuanyuan picked up something and threw it at Zhang Zhiyuan.

Qin Mu watched as her own cup was snatched by Le Yuanyuan. While retreating to a safe place with Xiaomei, she shouted: ”Stop it!”

But it was too late, Le Yuanyuan had already raised the cup intending to smash it down on Zhang Zhiyuan, who had no choice but to flee, with Le Yuanyuan chasing after him, hitting him with whatever she could grab.

”I said stop it!”

Qin Mu shouted angrily, out of breath, her hands on her hips.

Mu Yichen walked over to stand by Qin Mu’s side, then pulled out his phone: ”Hello? I need to report a fight, this is 17 Rigus Road, JY Studio. I’m Mu Yichen!”

After Mu Yichen hung up the phone,

the entire first floor finally returned to calm.

Le Yuanyuan finally caught up with Zhang Zhiyuan, but upon hearing that familiar, cold voice, she stopped her assault and turned back to look at him.

Zhang Zhiyuan was overcome with embarrassment.

”Private conversations are too much hassle, let’s just call the police. If you two want to be treated leniently, then at the very least, you should clean up the mess you made, and then pay compensation.”

After speaking, Mu Yichen walked over to the sofa with Qin Mu and sat down.

Ten minutes later, the couple sat on the sofa watching the two clean up. Zhang Zhiyuan then sat down on the ground exhausted, trying to endure the pain from where the cup had hit him on the head. The emotions had compounded, and he was beginning to feel overwhelmed, everything in front of him blurring.

Le Yuanyuan immediately felt a pang of regret at the sight and looked towards the man on the sofa still staring at his phone. She then had no choice but to lower her head and finish cleaning up.

”There are still shards of glass over there! Our Qinqin is pregnant and can’t afford these minor injuries, sweep it all clean.”

Xiaomei stood to the side giving orders, her large eyes staring unflinchingly at the woman sweeping with the broom.

Le Yuanyuan, who usually never did such chores, had no choice but to clean diligently.

”Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu, could we possibly not call the police? I’ll compensate double for everything I broke just now, please? Once it’s taken to the police station, many things that are simple will become complicated.”

After pondering, Le Yuanyuan straightened up and suggested to Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen lifted his eyes: ”What did you say?”

In just a second, he lowered his gaze back to his phone, while Qin Mu was drinking water that Mu Yichen had suggested to calm her nerves. So, she obediently drank her water and kept silent.

Le Yuanyuan...

”Sounds like a habitual offender, doesn’t it? Your tone seems quite familiar with the police station!”

Xiaomei couldn’t help but make a sarcastic comment, her dark eyes continuously fixed on her.

”What’s there to be curious about with our line of work?” muttered Le Yuanyuan, as she finished cleaning.

She put the cushion, the newspapers, and everything else back in their places, then stood opposite the couple: ”But this time...”

”Is there a fight here?”

The nearby police officers arrived, two handsome female officers.

Qin Mu glanced up, her gaze involuntarily drawn to their uniforms, which looked incredibly stylish.

The two female officers glanced at Mu Yichen and Qin Mu, then toward the chubby man sitting against the wall with blood still drying on his head, and the woman standing beside the sofa looking nervous.

”You two, come with us.”

Hearing the officers’ words, Le Yuanyuan anxiously looked at Qin Mu: ”Mrs. Mu!”

”Go and give Le Miss the item I asked you to retrieve.”

Qin Mu turned to the young woman standing beside her and instructed.