His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu had calmed down by the time she rushed back to the hotel from the airport.

The hotel lobby manager came down from upstairs and happened to see her returning from outside, so he went over to greet her, ”Young Madam.”

”Hmm! Is Mr. Mu awake yet?”

”He is, he just ordered a meal.”

The manager replied and walked with her to the elevator, pressing the button for her.

”Thank you!”

Qin Mu said to him as she entered and then the elevator doors closed.

AM, love and admiration.

Qin Mu didn’t know why the name of the hotel came to mind. The elevator continued upward, her sharp eyes also lifted, and she slightly pursed her lips.

Despite having put on lipstick before leaving that morning, now it felt a bit dry.

Qin Mu took the room card out of her pocket, walked to her room door, and pushed it open with her head down.

Then...

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On the sofa, a woman was entwined on top of a man, whose shirt was still unbuttoned.

Qin Mu had just closed the door and turned her head to see the woman straddling the man on the couch, and it felt as though a mouthful of blood had lodged in her throat.

Mu Yichen was startled by Zhuo Wen’s sudden movement. Just as the door sounded, Zhuo Wen had suddenly pounced on him; only the bottom two buttons of his shirt were done up.

Mu Yichen turned his eyes to see Qin Mu standing at the door, struggling with anger and grief. The next moment, he pushed Zhuo Wen off of him, stood aside furiously, and glared at the woman knocked down on the other side of the sofa: ”What are you doing?”

”Playing dumb? Weren’t you quite happy just now?”

Zhuo Wen smiled faintly and then turned her eyes to Qin Mu at the door, stood up from the sofa, and gently gathered her long hair with both hands.

It was provocation!

Qin Mu stared straight at the shameless woman, her eyes flashing through myriad emotions in a moment’s time.

The sudden silence in the living room, Zhuo Wen’s voice so wanton, so painfully goading the blood within her.

”That’s right, it’s exactly what you see, I’m with Mu Yi now! I’ve liked him for a long time. If it weren’t for public opinion, we would have gone public already,” Zhuo Wen said, and then sighed deeply.

Mu Yichen just quickly did up his shirt buttons, and his brows furrowed upon hearing Zhuo Wen’s last sentence, his gaze even more terrifying.

Qin Mu had warned him before, but he hadn’t believed her.

Qin Mu didn’t speak but just nodded, tears in her fierce eyes as she glanced aside. The corner of her mouth curved slightly. She was feeling tumultuous inside, especially after Zhuo Wen’s provocation.

But she knew she couldn’t afford to be too reckless, yet she needed to do something.

If she just walked away at this moment...

She looked up again, her sharp gaze piercing the tall man, and then she realized if she left like this, she would be letting this despicable pair off too easily.

So she suddenly smiled, hands on hips, pondered aloud in front of them, and then strode forward.

”Who initiated it?”

Qin Mu asked fiercely, chin lifted as she looked at the man.

Next to the fruit bowl on the coffee table by the sofa, there lay a particularly brand-new fruit knife.

Qin Mu, in a flurry, walked there while vigorously undoing the buttons of her coat, took it off, and threw it on the ground carelessly, then quickening her pace. Her white shirt was tucked into her black trousers. As she bent over to pick up the knife, her slender waistline was immediately visible.

Her figure hadn’t been ruined by pregnancy. Instead, she had restored it soon after having her baby. She was always serious and scrupulous about everything, never knowing she would have such an opportunity.

Her delicate hand grabbed the brand-new fruit knife with the black handle.

”I’m asking which one of you initiated this?”

Qin Mu glared at them coldly, appearing ready to stab whoever confessed.

At this moment, she wished there was a professional camera set up here, recording all her actions to be posted online, to let all those damned, cheap women who lusted after her man know all about Qin Mu’s ’good nature.’

”Calm down a bit, put the knife down first.”

Zhuo Wen was so frightened her stomach tightened, and her throat felt sore, her voice weakening involuntarily.

”Calm? To hell with being calm, I’ve never killed anyone in my life, Qin Mu!”

Qin Mu roared at her furiously, deciding to forget everything else. Her mother hadn’t killed the mistress and instead died herself; she must stab this woman to death. Even if their marriage had no future, it would be worth it.

At this moment, Qin Mu’s tear-filled eyes were agitated and resolute.

”You’re absolutely insane!”