His Beloved Treasure

”Do you even know what a green vegetable is? And you’re offering to help?”

Mu Yichen muttered from behind her.

Those who were initially eager to speak with her suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Qin Mu was also at a loss for words.

Her husband was always undermining her like this, repeatedly putting her on the spot in front of others.

And it seemed like Mr. Mu did so without any restraint.

”She can’t cook at all!”

Mu Yichen stepped in to take a look and, before instructing them to use less salt, he added a reminder.

The chefs couldn’t help but laugh.

With no other option, Qin Mu turned and went upstairs to her room.

The decor of this house was not much different from those in the city. If anything, it was many times more luxurious than those luxury complexes in the city center.

This house must have been built to the standards of the Mu Family’s residences in Rongcheng.

Qin Mu watched the scenery outside for a while before Mu Yichen came up with a plate of neatly cut fruits.

She knew by the cut and shape that it wasn’t prepared by the people downstairs. Mu Yichen gently placed the fruit plate on the table and sat down on the nearby sofa: ”Come over, why are you just standing there?”

Qin Mu then walked over and sat down.

The sky gradually darkened. They dined faster than the older comrades who enjoyed a couple of drinks.

Those senior folks, not often together, seemed to have endless topics, enough to spend a whole day and night chatting away, right?

There was once when Qin Mu brought tea and saw the Jing Family’s elder wiping away tears, that proud man, who always held his head high, even he had moments when tears would stream down his face.

By the time the house quieted down, it was already past nine o’clock.

The elder needed a foot bath, and since there was no one to attend to him, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen each carried a basin of water out. Two old men sat comfortably on the couch soaking their feet in the living room while Qin Mu and Mu Yichen sat beside them keeping watch.

”How many years has it been? I thought you’d never come back in your lifetime!”

”Who says that? When I die, I still plan to be buried here.”

The Jing Family’s elder said, somewhat sentimentally.

The Mu Family’s elder chuckled: ”What does it matter where you die? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

When it comes to the topic of death, who really likes it?

Suddenly, the Jing Family’s elder looked towards Qin Mu, who had been propping up her chin listening to their conversation. Startled by his gaze, she instantly straightened her back.

The Jing Family’s elder gave a bitter smile: ”Don’t be so afraid of me! I was hard on you because I never considered you an outsider. Since you’re now this lad’s wife, you’re my granddaughter-in-law, eh?”

Qin Mu was taken aback but then nodded in understanding.

Mu Yichen didn’t say anything else; the past was like a fleeting cloud.

However, the Mu Family’s elder was displeased: ”Since when did my grandson become your grandson? Have you forgotten the times you beat him and tried to tear them apart? Now you’re playing the good guy, huh! I don’t accept it.”

”What use is it whether you accept it or not? As long as Mumu, this lass, accepts it, that’s enough.”

The Jing Family’s elder wanted to smoke a little, but because he had smoked too much the night before, Mu Yichen confiscated his cigarettes later on.

”Girl, do you accept it? Do you accept this old timer’s apology?”

The Jing Family’s elder bowed his head while the Mu Family’s elder pointed at him, eyes fixed on Qin Mu.

Qin Mu, not fully understanding, nevertheless braced herself and nodded lightly, saying: ”It’s all in the past, and... I accept it!”

No sooner had Qin Mu spoken than both elders looked at her, but the Jing Family elder smiled sadly; the terrible things he had done to Qin Mu in the past were things he couldn’t even forgive himself for.

But at this age, he could let go of everything.

It was also rare that Qin Mu did not hold a grudge against him.

What could Qin Mu hold onto anyway?

Jing Qing was gone, and Jing Feng was her best friend’s husband.

After waiting for the elders to return to their rooms to rest, Mu Yichen first made a call to the hospital, asking them to send a doctor over first thing in the morning, then he called Yang Bo.

Yang Bo had just returned from a business trip abroad, and no sooner had he turned on his phone than he received a call from Mu Yichen, after which he immediately contacted the relevant departments.

The next morning, the two of them returned to the city, and the two old men stood at the door watching their car drive away before heading back home.

Because they had drunk too much the previous day, Mu Yichen and Qin Mu repeatedly instructed before leaving that the elders must not drink alcohol or smoke before the doctor’s arrival; otherwise, it would be bad if something happened before the doctor got there.