His Beloved Treasure

Zhuo Wen suddenly said another sentence.

Mu Yichen had no choice but to look up again.

”That’s because only one invitation is sent out per family, and didn’t you say you would return after Christmas?”

It was Jing Feng.

He suddenly asked a question.

Zhuo Wen looked at him, not familiar with the young master, but aware that he had once investigated her.

”Yes, I was going back, but my husband came, didn’t he? We just want to eat, drink, and be merry for a while and attend Di Di’s wedding casually. Don’t know what this handsome guy thinks about my reasoning, is it appropriate or not?”

Zhuo Wen suddenly raised her hand and looped it around her fiancé’s neck, her gaze fixed steadily on Jing Feng, who was sitting beside Mu Yichen, as she asked.

”You may not know if it’s appropriate, but we don’t think so,” Jing Feng continued, perhaps accustomed to reading people, he didn’t mind in the slightest how others faced him with their expressions; he only cared about what mattered to him.

”Since you are staying, why not contact Mu Yichen’s wife? Weren’t you starting off claiming to be good sisters? Why suddenly contact her husband behind her back?”

Qiao Yi also asked; this woman might seem sharp, but she wasn’t likable to men.

”Isn’t that because Mrs. Mu doesn’t like me? Besides, what are you all doing now? I came to offer congratulations, but you’re interrogating me? I don’t feel I’ve done anything wrong. Since she doesn’t treat me as a friend, why should I force a smile? I’ve known Mu Yichen not just for a day or two; do I have to go through that woman for everything?”

Zhuo Wen also became angry.

”If you’re not sincere in your congratulations, you shouldn’t attend tomorrow’s wedding.”

Jiang Zhiyuan took a drag of his cigarette, then squinted through the smoke at the woman beside him.

Zhuo Wen’s face completely fell.

She hadn’t expected that Mu Yichen’s best friends would confront her like this in front of him.

”It seems you are not favored among Mu’s friends, so you’d better love me sincerely from now on. But you all look down on me this much? To humiliate her in front of me, is this really appropriate?”

Zhuo Wen’s fiancé suddenly spoke, and then he helped Zhuo Wen to her feet, standing up himself.

”Brothers, see you at the wedding tomorrow.”

Zhuo Wen’s fiancé’s face turned cold, he looked at the seated guests and then, pulling Zhuo Wen with him, turned and walked away.

As Zhuo Wen left, she kept unwillingly twisting her head to look at Mu Yichen. In fact, she hoped that Mu Yichen would apologize to her, so her fatigue of this period wouldn’t be in vain.

But there was nothing!

After the two of them left, Jiang Zhiyuan asked, ”This woman seems to be stirring trouble, but she isn’t planning to snatch Brother Yichen, is she? It seems her fiancé dotes on her quite a bit.”

”Her fiancé’s family is a well-known underworld dynasty in Australia,” Qiao Yi suddenly spoke, and the room quieted down again.

Jiang Zhiyuan instantly regretted his previous words, wondering if that man would have him killed? Although he had some friends on the streets, the other was from an underworld dynasty.

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That night, Qin Mu went to the Mu Family to feed her son, then headed to the Qin Family; Mu Yichen returned home to find her already gone.

The next day, when the two of them met again, they were at the Qin Family.

Her head shrouded in red veiling, she was lifted by Mu Yichen amidst screams, cheers, and applause, carried from the Qin Family home.

In the ultra-luxurious wedding car, Jiang Zhiyuan acted as their driver, frowning unconsciously as he watched the two behind him not interact at all through the rearview mirror, ”At least pretend for the sake of appearances, don’t you see the camera up front?”

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen both looked up at the front simultaneously but still put on no act.

It was really too tiring.

Outside the hotel, a crowd had been waiting, with dozens of media outlets surrounding the area, high-end cameras on standby.

The white carpet stretched over the green lawn; as the man in the black suit led the woman in the white wedding dress out of the car, walking towards the petal-strewn carpet, the cameras slowly began to move.

By then, Qin Mu’s vision was once again obscured by the white veil, a gentle breeze blowing, preventing her from seeing clearly, focusing only on her steps and his shiny leather shoes.

Today, Mu Yichen was wearing the suit she had designed, though it was his first time wearing it. The two had been at odds, so he had not worn it before.

Qin Mu knew his measurements—all the fine details of his body were known to her, perhaps because of her profession; she could easily master those measurements, so now the suit fit him perfectly, worn on his tall and straight frame.

The guests were all formally dressed, the men mostly in suits, ladies in beautiful dresses, standing to both sides of the white carpet to clap and celebrate for them.