His Beloved Treasure

In August, Qin Mingzhu and Wang Huanyu’s wedding was discreetly but joyfully held in Beijing.

In August, it’s Jing Feng’s birthday party!

The usual club party of past years was completely gone; this year, Jing Feng spent a simple birthday at home with his parents, wife, and children.

——

That night, Qin Mu was dragged to a hotel by Mu Yichen. The entire Western restaurant on that floor was empty, no, it was just the two of them.

How could a Saturday night be so silent?

Qin Mu sat with Mu Yichen at the best spot by the window. On the table, the flame of the white candle on the candlestick...

Qin Mu raised his eyes to look at the man across from him. It was quite dark because the main lights were off, and it was somewhat far, so Qin Mu asked in perplexity, ”Why is there no one dining here tonight?”

”We’re not open for business.”

Mu Yichen said indifferently, then lifted his glass of red wine. Qin Mu understood his implication and raised his glass as well. To be honest, it had been over a year since he had touched such beverages.

Understanding his intentions, she cooperated and sat there to finish the Western meal with him, without further questioning why they were not receiving any customers tonight.

It was probably like something out of the TV shows, where a wealthy tycoon books the place to win a girl’s favor. Hmph!

Tacky!

Qin Mu felt that President Mu was becoming tackier by the day, always trying to impress her with money.

However, her vanity was indeed greatly gratified.

Looking back in the future, might she also feel grateful for this time he has given her?

Qin Mu couldn’t help but raise her eyes to look at the man in front, not knowing that he just wanted to thank her for her long-term dedication and forbearance.

She did not understand what Mu Yichen was thinking at the moment, but Mu Yichen understood very well what was on her mind.

Seeing her gaze upon him, and after eating a bit, he gently set down his knife and fork and looked at her with focused attention.

”What? Don’t recognize your own man?”

”Hmm! A little!”

Qin Mu had only one drink, but she was already slightly tipsy.

The feeling was one of intoxication, dreamlike, looking at the man before her with a surreal sense.

Mu Yichen laughed, then glanced to the side.

The talented pianist, Huanshuan, relaxed his fingers and played simple notes on those expensive piano keys, creating a beautiful piece of music.

Music they were both familiar with.

Mu Yichen took off his handkerchief and put it aside, then stood up and walked over to her.

When he gallantly asked her to dance, he realized at that moment of his bowed head that, after knowing her for more than twenty years, it was the first time he had done such a thing, leading to self-reproach.

Qin Mu, on the other hand, found it quite unaccustomed to see him like this.

”Mu Yichen, we’ve known each other for nearly thirty years! Is this necessary?”

Qin Mu really wanted to ask him this, but she didn’t have the heart to ruin the atmosphere and handed over her hand to him after putting the handkerchief aside.

Outside there were stars twinkling in the sky; inside, there was the flicker of candlelight, and the enchanting piano music from a dim corner.

With that, Qin Mu gradually calmed down.

Actually, the tango was her greatest dance strength, but the Waltz seemed more fitting for the current mood.

She simply rested her hand gently on his shoulder but felt tired after a while.

Who told him to be so tall?

Qin Mu looked up slightly, only to find that he was staring at her intently.

”Mu Yichen, I think I’m drunk!”

——

The next day Mu Yichen left after eight in the morning, and she did not get out of bed.

She saw someone posted Qin Mingzhu’s wedding gown photos on social media; that girl really did look extraordinary in a wedding dress.

Qin Mu put away her phone and found that lunch had already been prepared for her outside. She ate by herself in his rest area, then drove off to meet with Wen Runuan.

Wen Runuan had also weaned her son, so the two of them agreed to meet in the cafe, but both ordered coffee.

Wen Runuan, noticing that Qin Mu’s complexion looked particularly rosy, nudged her shoulder and teased, ”You must have had a good night!”

”You know about it?”

Qin Mu turned to look at her incredulously.

”Last night, AM’s Western restaurant was closed for two hours. I heard the boss was upstairs entertaining his wife.”

Wen Runuan tried holding back her laughter while sharing this piece of juicy gossip with utmost seriousness.

Hearing this, Qin Mu chuckled helplessly and then shook her head, ”President Mu is indeed full of surprises.”

The server brought them their coffee, and the two sat back on the sofa with their cups.

Wen Runuan saw a trace of melancholy in the eyes of the experienced Qin Mu and asked curiously, ”Shouldn’t you two be carefree and happy now? You’ve already had two kids so you probably don’t need more, and you’re both doing so well in your careers. Why do I see a hint of loss in your eyes?”

Qin Mu felt that Wen Runuan, perhaps from her years of acting, had a particular talent for perceiving the smallest details.

Still, Qin Mu offered a slight smile and then sighed lightly, ”Maybe I don’t realize the happiness I’m in.”

”How so?”

Wen Runuan continued to inquire.

”Can’t handle it! Can’t handle President Mu!”

Qin Mu calmly gazed into her coffee cup, her hand gently caressing it, and after speaking, she looked smilingly toward the woman seated beside her.

”That’s going to be tough! Usually, men like President Mu indeed are difficult for women to handle.”

Wen Runuan pondered for a while before responding.

”And what about with your Mr. Zhang at home?”

Qin Mu took a sip of her coffee and asked quietly.

”Him? We’re pretty much doing our own things, not interfering with each other.”

Neither of them had any intention of trying to control the other; it seemed like they were both busy making money.

Hearing this, Qin Mu felt that wouldn’t work for her; at least she and Mu Yichen couldn’t manage to stay out of each other’s way for long.

”What about in scripts?”

Qin Mu asked, curious once more.

”In scripts? Usually, the overbearing CEO is paired with a naive, sweet girl. That kind of life is hard; she is forced to sign a contract and sell herself to the CEO, spending night after night with him, yet she is controlled by him. The CEO originally has another woman he loves and marries the naive girl because of that woman. Anyway, it’s not the kind of situation that can be compared with what you two have.”

Wen Runuan thought for a moment, then shook her head after finishing her thoughts.

”Shouldn’t childhood sweethearts be very sweet in theory?”

Wen Runuan recalled many scripts about childhood sweethearts she had read, which almost always feature a sweet romance; the male lead secretly admires the female lead, then confesses, or vice versa, or they harbor mutual affection for many years and finally confess at an appropriate moment, and then after getting married and having a child, they continue their sweet, happy lives.

Qin Mu said nothing, simply listening quietly.

Her phone on the table rang, and they both looked over—it was a call from her dear husband.

Unable to help herself, Qin Mu laughed, ”Sometimes he can also be really childish. He came up with this.”

Wen Runuan looked down and chuckled.

Qin Mu resignedly answered the phone, ”Hello?”

”Hi! Seems like both beauties are here.”

Qin Mu and Wen Runuan looked up to see Li Yu walking through the entrance. Qin Mu instinctively got up with her phone and walked away, signaling with her eyes for Wen Runuan to greet the big star.

”Who are you with?”

Mu Yichen was toying with a golden box in his hand, his dark eagle-like eyes gazing out the window.

As Qin Mu walked away to take the call, she heard a somewhat stern voice from inside.

”It’s Li Yu!”