His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu looked up at him, ”Aren’t you treating guests to a meal? Why did you come down?”

”If you don’t go up, I have to come down to invite! They are your father’s old friends,”

Mu Yichen said.

”What does that have to do with me?”

Qin Mu said as she got up, grabbing her phone and turning to walk out.

Mu Yichen watched her walk out before standing up to follow her.

Helian Hao and Wen Runuan continued to chat closely, their eyes gleaming with cleverness.

”We haven’t done anything bad, have we?”

”Shouldn’t have!”

Helian Hao answered, but inside she felt uneasy. Mu Yichen wouldn’t stop her from associating with Qin Mu just because she made a few jokes, would he?

Wen Runuan was just worried about their quarrel. She had seen the coldness in Mu Yichen’s eyes earlier.

After going to the restroom, Qin Mu’s hands were wet and she used a lot of soap. Mu Yichen stood by: ”What exactly is wrong with you?”

”Can’t I wash my hands?”

Qin Mu cast him an indifferent glance, then continued scrubbing her hands.

Mu Yichen observed her producing so many bubbles on her hands and, unconsciously raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, helplessly moved behind her, and when she was angry and had a cold face, he hugged her from behind: ”What’s wrong? Hm?”

”Can you not accompany the guests?”

Qin Mu asked softly, not intending to argue with him.

”How can I feel like accompanying guests when you’re like this? If I knew this was on your mind today, I would have taken you out with me this morning,”

Mu Yichen said softly, looking at her profile.

”Weren’t you going to the company this morning? Why would you take me with you?”

Qin Mu looked down, her long lashes hiding the faint sadness in her eyes.

”If you don’t want to go up, just forget it. After dinner, go upstairs and wait for me. Shall we rest upstairs in the afternoon?”

Qin Mu turned to look at him, the clarity in her dark eyes making the viewer somewhat anxious.

Yet she suddenly gave a small smile: After dinner, I have to go back to feed your son. I only asked for time off until two o’clock.

Mu Yichen...

Qin Mu then bowed her head to finish washing her hands and dried them, took his hands off her, turned around, and stood there with her hands gently resting on the edge of the washbasin, her head lowered in front of him.

She wanted to bring up Zhuo Wen, but on second thought, decided to wait for him to mention it.

She wondered how long he could hold out.

”I have to go! Otherwise, they’ll think we’re arguing in here,”

”Kiss me first, then I’ll let you go.”

Mu Yichen leaned in, wrapping his arms around her back to steady her, and looked at her very seriously with lowered eyes.

Qin Mu thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled with lowered brows.

The sight of her smile relaxed Mu Yichen a bit, then he cradled her face in his hands, their gazes meeting.

”You kiss me!”

Qin Mu stood up straight, her head tilted back, waiting for his kiss.

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh, she was being too formal.

But the laughter in his eyes turned serious the next second, as he moved closer to seal her lips with his.

Qin Mu didn’t move, just felt his kiss.

Mu Yichen was startled by her lack of response.

Though both had their eyes closed.

Mu Yichen felt a wave of turmoil, then suddenly, while cradling her face, he pried open her lips and coercively invaded her mouth with his tongue.

Qin Mu suddenly had a bad feeling, wondering if this was the end for them.

That afternoon as she drove home, she felt an abrupt loneliness.

It was sunny in the morning, but after lunch, snowflakes suddenly began to fall.

Mu Yichen returned home after four in the afternoon, and Qin Mu was already drawing in the study.

Hearing this, Mu Yichen wanted to find her, but Feng Fanghua stopped him.

”You come home and don’t even think to see your son? Your wife is busy drawing and ordered not to be disturbed,”

Feng Fanghua said, looking somewhat displeased at her son.

Mu Yichen looked down at his mother Feng: ”Since when did you become her gatekeeper?”

”What gatekeeper? Can’t you speak properly? She’s busy now, why would you disturb her? You’re stuck together all day, don’t you get tired of it?”

Feng Fanghua reminded him.

Mu Yichen helplessly rubbed the back of his head, thinking that in all his years, indeed only this woman left him at a loss for what to do.

”Fine! I will go see the little guy!”

Mu Yichen nodded and turned away, feeling helpless.

After watching him walk away, Feng Fanghua glanced again at the door to the study, sighed with resignation, and then went downstairs to spend time with her granddaughter.

She still couldn’t bear to send Huanhuan to school, planning to wait a bit longer.