His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu coldly uttered a word, then left the reception room.

”Please go ahead, Mrs. Zhang!”

Xiaomei immediately ran over, with a particularly resolute attitude, feeling that Zhang Rujia didn’t even deserve that ”please”.

How many people had Zhang Rujia brought to trouble their studio?

And how many traps had she set for Qin Mu?

Now she was here kneeling and begging for Qin Mu’s forgiveness?

If Qin Mu forgave her, Xiaomei swore she would be the first to curse Qin Mu.

As a human being, one must not forget the pain once the scar heals, for old ailments may well relapse.

Zhang Rujia was now kneeling before Qin Mu for the second time, and this time she had been diagnosed with uterine cancer, which could indeed be fatal.

But the curse from Qin Mu was the cruelest thing to her.

Zhang Rujia wondered, if she died on the operating table, would there even be anyone to claim her body?

Qin Mingzhu was still preparing for her own wedding, and while her daughter was about to get married, she might lose her life at any moment...

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Helian Hao said that Zhang Rujia’s uterine cancer was not in its late stage.

So, it might also be that she was scaring herself a bit.

Qin Mu stood upstairs, watching Zhang Rujia carry her bag and walk into the distance. She looked down from her lofty position, feeling that Zhang Rujia seemed very tired, yet not defeated.

Perhaps a woman who knows what she wants possesses a certain demeanor at all times.

Qin Mu almost cursed her a whore, had she not retained a shred of decorum.

Qin Haiming called her around 4 PM, proposing they have dinner together at AM, and Qin Mu did not refuse.

In the evening, father and daughter dined alone in a private room. Qin Haiming poured himself a glass of wine, then sat up straight, looking at Qin Mu with a loving gaze.

”This time, Mingzhu obediently following the Wang Family, it must be thanks to you, right?”

”I only wanted to avoid some trouble, please don’t overthink it.”

Qin Mu feared he might assume she had a sisterly affection for Qin Mingzhu, so she softly clarified her stance to him.

Qin Haiming nodded in agreement: Hmm! But can you really not attend her wedding with Wang Huanyu?

”If my mother knew I was attending the wedding of a child born from an affair, she would probably rise from her grave to seek me out.”

Her responses were always so indifferent, heartless, and lukewarm; those words, like soft punches, yet so overwhelming that they still caused a dull pain in one’s heart and made it hard to catch one’s breath.

Fortunately, Qin Haiming was used to her ways.

”Then it’s better not to go!”

Qin Haiming helped himself to drink more wine.

Qin Mu lowered her gaze and watched him, even contemplating pouring herself a glass to accompany him.

The loneliness of drinking alone is something she might somewhat understand.

”You should drink less!”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but say that.

Qin Haiming’s expression indeed improved a bit: ”Just this glass! Have you been busy with the studio lately?”

”It’s alright! There is something I probably need to tell you, or perhaps you already know?”

”Hmm?”

”Zhang Rujia was diagnosed with uterine cancer, but it’s not in the late stages.”

Qin Haiming was first taken aback, his hand shaking involuntarily, and then it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Qin Mu knew that, after so many years of marriage, Qin Hai couldn’t possibly have no feelings left for that woman.

”Let’s eat!”

Qin Mu thought for a moment, picked up her chopsticks, and started serving him food.

He may still have residual feelings for Zhang Rujia, but he could not turn back.

Qin Mu placed the food into his bowl and then set down the chopsticks.

Qin Haiming looked down; his daughter serving him food, something he thought he would never be able to hope for in this lifetime.

He raised his eyes to Qin Mu, filled with excitement, suddenly wondering if there might come a day when she would call him ”Dad” once again?

Sometimes he still fantasized about her calling him ”Dad” as a child, remembering her tender voice.

Time flies, those past moments are irrevocable!

Could they, as father and daughter, ever talk earnestly about their longing for each other over the years, or even just casually chat about everyday matters?

This was the most serene dinner they had ever had. Afterwards, Qin Mu watched Uncle Wang take him away, and then she left on her own.

When Qin Haiming returned home, he saw someone sitting on his sofa.

When Qin Haiming recognized it was Zhang Rujia, his heart trembled, but he composed himself and walked over to sit down.

Upon his return, Zhang Rujia rose excitedly, knelt at the hem of his suit pants: ”Haiming.”

”What’s with this act?”

Qin Haiming didn’t expect to see her upon his return; he had thought of calling to inquire about her, but now, seeing her tearful and haggard, he was suddenly somewhat perplexed.