His Beloved Treasure

Helian Hao’s family brothers’ dinner included, Jing Feng, Qiao Yi, Jiang Zhiyuan, Zhao Huai, and Mu Yichen.

The pregnant woman who had just come back from taking out the trash quietly closed the door after hearing the men chattering in the living room.

”If I called your mothers and told them you were about to die, I wonder if you could still laugh so cheerfully?”

Helian Hao, with her belly bulging, stepped forward and posed her question to the bunch of juvenile ghosts.

The men on the sofa instantly fell silent, just slowly looking over at the woman standing not far from them.

”Mu Yichen, is it fun for you to deceive Mumu into coming back with such tricks? Do you want to make her sadder? If I were you, I would call Mumu right now to tell her you’re alright! Let her go on with her activities without worry. And you, Jing Feng, I am very disappointed in you as well.”

After finishing her speech, Helian Hao glanced at the others before leaving with an air of annoyance.

All of them suddenly felt uncomfortable, unconsciously bowing their heads and beginning to feel ashamed.

Jing Feng awkwardly raised his eyebrows: ”Whose bad idea was this after all?”

No one spoke; instead, Mu Yichen simply lifted his eyes to look at the jerk posting on social media.

Qiao Yi and Jiang Zhiyuan kept their heads down while Mu Yichen had no choice but to pull out his phone and call Qin Mu.

The surroundings quieted down again, everyone stealthily pricking up their ears, waiting for Qin Mu to pick up the call, and then...

After Mu Yichen explained the true situation, Qin Mu cursed from inside the sofa: ”Mu Yichen you asshole!”

Mu Yichen didn’t retort, instead just moving the phone a bit away from his ear because it was too irritating, frowning deeply.

And Qin Mu hung up the phone right after cursing.

They didn’t know that after Qin Mu hung up, she trembled with agitation, secretly covering her mouth in the restroom, crouching on the ground and starting to cry.

She thought he had really gotten into an accident due to their relationship issues and lost his concentration while driving. She was tormenting herself with guilt, but...

However, starting from that day, Mu Yichen would call home every night to video chat with those in Paris together with his father.

After hanging up the video call one day, Mu Zihao asked somewhat gloomily, ”If you want to see her, just go. It won’t take a day to fly over there, why bother dragging me along?”

Turning his eyes to his father’s disdainful look, Mu Yichen hesitated before asking, ”Don’t you miss your wife?”

”Oh my!”

Mu Zihao’s frown deepened: ”You these past two years, really, did you think you no longer needed to use your brain because you’ve got everything?”

Mu Yichen...

”Take some time to bring back your grandfather!”

Mu Zihao finished speaking and stood up, going back to his room.

And Mu Yichen lay dying on the sofa.

Indeed, what was he doing?

Knowing she would worry, yet still scaring her with talks of possible disability. She must have been terrified, right?

So, it’s all Qiao Yi’s fault for coming up with such a lousy idea. Even if he couldn’t find a reason for her to come back, he shouldn’t have used that rotten excuse to deceive her.

Wasn’t the misunderstanding between the two deep enough?

But that girl was truly stubborn. These past few days, he always wanted to see her through the video, but she just wouldn’t come into the camera’s view, and even Mistress Feng would not help him anymore, saying something like, ”Deal with the mess you created.”

Mu Zihao asked them when they plan to return, only for Feng Fanghua to say, ”I don’t know, we’re not done having fun yet!”

Ha!

Mu Yichen lifted a hand to rest behind his head, the other grasping the phone on his chest. It had almost been a week; should he make this call, or not?

Mu Yichen thought for a while, fidgeting with the phone in his hand, his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

If she didn’t answer once he called...

She definitely wouldn’t answer!

He stopped fidgeting with the phone and brought it up to his face. It wouldn’t matter anyway since she wouldn’t answer, so why not just call?

So he dialed her number, and then listened to the dial tone.

Over at Qin Mu’s, it was already morning, and she was discussing designs with colleagues in the studio while casually drinking tea.

Seeing Mu Yichen’s number, she hesitated for a moment but still picked up the call.

Jian Yan sat beside her smoking, taking a strong drag when he noticed her resolute eyes before answering the phone.

The rest of her colleagues quieted down as someone was on the phone, and she sent them a grateful smile before answering: ”Hello?”

”What are you doing?”

He uttered only three words, pausing haltingly before he could make a sound.

He thought she wouldn’t answer.

But Qin Mu didn’t want him to suffer on her account.