His Beloved Treasure

”Miss is thinking about you in her heart, it’s just that she can’t say it out loud,” Uncle Wang said reassuringly.

He quickly tried to comfort him.

”Yes! It’s all my own fault!”

Qin Haiming’s eyes had already moistened as he uttered those words.

Uncle Wang said nothing more, only thinking that what the car needed most right now was quiet.

Uncle Wang and the driver sat in the front, and the Mu Family’s driver did not interject, but he also felt very emotional.

”That young couple, why do I feel like they argue a lot?”

Qin Haiming couldn’t help but think about his daughter and son-in-law.

”It’s normal for young people to bicker,” Uncle Wang said, slightly turning his body.

”The Mayor can rest assured, our Young Master and Young Mistress get along well,” the driver finally couldn’t help but say, sounding very happy and proud.

Upon hearing this, Qin Haiming looked up front: ”Oh? You know?”

”Everyone in the house knows, the Young Master and Young Mistress, fighting is intimacy and scolding is affection. They are spirited and like to bicker, but once it’s over, they’re close again.”

The driver continued, thinking of how many times he had seen the Young Mistress and the Young Master argue.

”I hope so!”

Qin Haiming suddenly felt much more relieved.

At the entrance of the Mu family home, Qin Mu was still standing outside, reluctant to go in.

Her hands were tucked in the pockets of her down jacket, then she looked down at her high heels.

With just a slight movement of her eyes, she saw the snowflakes. She raised her eyes, almost in disbelief, and through her pure almond-colored pupils, she saw the white snowflakes falling down, one by one.

Beautiful, like a painting.

She couldn’t help but hold her breath, her facial expression turning gentle.

It was snowing.

The snow on New Year’s Eve and the first day of the New Year was an auspicious sign, and Qin Mu felt that the new year was definitely going to be good.

Her warm little hand in her down jacket emerged, just to have a snowflake fall upon her finger, only to quickly melt.

Leaving behind only a drop of water.

Qin Mu’s heart jolted, and then, watching the snowflakes fall into the palm of her hand, unable to stay.

Sadness came unbidden to her clear eyes.

But she thought it must be because of the warm weather. A little later, she would definitely be able to keep a bit of white.

And besides, her palm was so warm it wasn’t meant to hold snow.

She quickly recovered from her sadness and turned to walk inside.

Her hands were back in the pockets of her down jacket, but her mood had already improved.

She hoped the snow would keep falling all night, continuing into tomorrow.

Such a New Year’s Day would definitely be beautiful.

She entered the house and then tried to close the door, but a pair of hands held onto the edge of the door and wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she tried.

She became a bit anxious and tried harder.

In the darkness of night, the snowflakes fell thickly from the sky.

She looked up foolishly at the heavy snowfall, wearing her light grey loose-fitting down jacket.

Then the door suddenly moved in her hand.

She let go in fright, and the door closed slowly on its own.

Qin Mu turned around reflexively. He wasn’t wearing a coat, just a shirt with a cashmere sweater over it, standing tall a few meters away from her.

Divided by a stretch of snow, divided by a chasm.

Neither of them showed any intention of getting closer, but they just looked at each other from afar.

In Qin Mu’s eyes, the warmth slowly declined.

But Mu Yichen’s gaze never wavered, just hands in his pockets, staring straight into her eyes.

Qin Mu looked down first, feeling a warmth in her eyes.

Seeing the snow fall to the ground and then slowly melt, her heart also seemed to be getting wet.

——

Inside the house, Huanhuan and her auntie were pressing their faces against the glass, looking outside, though they couldn’t really see anything.

”Why aren’t they coming back yet?” Mu Qingxin asked anxiously.

”You might as well go out and check for yourself, you’re nearly pressing through the window,” Feng Fanghua said as she stood up from the sofa, and then called Huanhuan, ”Sweetie, go wash up and sleep with grandma, will you?”

Huanhuan, too, was tired so she went upstairs to bathe and go to bed with her grandmother.

Mu Qingxin continued to stand there worryingly: ”What if the two of them start fighting outside?”

”Usually in such situations, they would start fighting,” Jiang Yan replied seriously from behind her.

Mu Qingxin turned her head to look at him: ”Really?”

”Yes! But not the kind of fighting between people of the same sex, it’s the kind that happens between us often,” Jiang Yan said, leaning close to her ear.

Mu Qingxin’s ears suddenly turned red, then she turned around and raised her hand to hit him on the chest: ”Stop talking nonsense, I said stop that.”

”Cough, cough!”

The old master couldn’t help but clear his throat; his beloved granddaughter was really spoiled.

But Mu Zihao felt it was just a small matter between the couple.

Mu Qingxin immediately restrained herself because of the old master clearing his throat, yet she pulled Jiang Yan to join her by the window and watch.

The TV was still broadcasting the Spring Festival gala, and the old master couldn’t help but sigh after a while: ”I didn’t expect a whole year to pass so quickly.”

”You can’t be thinking of going back to the countryside again, we can’t be without you here,” Mu Zihao said.

”I wouldn’t go back even if you asked me, but I do miss my old friends in the countryside,” the old master mused.

”That can be easily arranged. We’ll make a trip back after the new year, visit everyone,” Mu Zihao suggested.

”Hmm! Not a bad idea, let’s let the young couple accompany me back for a few days,” the old master thought of his grandson and granddaughter-in-law’s recent situation.

”We’ll do that before they go back to work, but they can’t stay too long,” Mu Zihao proposed.

The old master nodded in agreement.

”They’re back, they’re back!”

Suddenly, Mu Qingxin, focused on the scene outside, excitedly shouted out, her excitement lifting her on her toes as she tapped on Jiang Yan’s shoulder.