His Beloved Treasure

It’s Zhang Rujia’s silhouette!

Qin Mu is very familiar with her, and also very puzzled about her.

Zhang Rujia, hearing the sound of high heels gradually fading away, felt a tightness in her heart, then instinctively turned her head.

Indeed, it was Qin Mu.

When she saw Qin Mu standing upright not far in front of her, her heart was panicked, humiliated, yet simultaneously very forbearing.

Qin Mu watched her for a while, then carrying soup, walked forward and stopped in front of Zhang Rujia.

Zhang Rujia also stopped turning away; although she had just been discharged from the hospital, her complexion looked quite good, and she was dressed nicely, her makeup well done.

”Since you’re here, why not come in?”

Qin Mu asked her softly.

Zhang Rujia chuckled softly, her eyes drooping down, as if searching for something on the ground.

Actually, she was merely avoiding Qin Mu’s sharp gaze.

”Your in-laws are here! Along with your daughter and your son.”

Zhang Rujia said softly.

”Oh!”

Qin Mu merely responded softly, carelessly in this lifetime.

Zhang Rujia looked up at her again, seeing no ripples in her eyes, unemotional.

”Qin Mu, do you think this matter is related to me?”

”What I think isn’t important, what matters is what the man lying inside thinks, right?”

Qin Mu held the soup in front of her, gripping the handle with her other hand.

”I didn’t have prior knowledge about this car accident.”

”So, it was indeed your ex-husband who did it.”

Qin Mu was not asking, but affirming.

Zhang Rujia faced Qin Mu’s imposing presence, knowing her sharpness, she just choked up slightly: ”Not personally!”

Which was indirectly admitting, indeed it was he who instigated it.

”Actually, ever since I married your father, I never wanted to have anything to do with that man, but over these years...”

”These years?”

Qin Mu’s brows frowned, because Zhang Rujia spoke of these years, indicating that after marrying her father, she still had entanglements with her ex-husband, these years...

”Yes, all these years, but I am suffering, how could I continue to love such a scoundrel? Your father may not love me, but at least he respected me, but this man... like a mad dog continually biting me.”

Zhang Rujia said, trembling visibly.

Zhang Rujia backed against the wall, clutching the fabric over her chest with both hands.

”Actually, you and he are the same type of person, whether or not this car accident was your arrangement, him pestering you being described as a mad dog, then what are you, pestering Mingzhu’s father? You killed his beloved wife, you caused him to lose his once most beloved daughter, you made him live alone at this age, yet you still entangle him, you still won’t let him go, I think, you and your ex-husband, are exactly the same!”

Qin Mu emphasized the words ”exactly the same” very slowly.

And Zhang Rujia stared at her disbelievingly, thinking she was far more superior than that man, how could she be exactly like him?

Zhang Rujia thought, how could she also be like a mad dog?

”If you still have a shred of shame, if you have any feelings for the man in that hospital room, why not let him be, he has just survived a calamity, he can’t endure your torment anymore.”

Qin Mu didn’t know why she was pleading, so earnestly, with a woman she loathed deeply, but indeed they had reached this point in their conversation.

Zhang Rujia didn’t speak, she didn’t even look at her.

Qin Mu knew Zhang Rujia didn’t want to let go of Qin Haiming, so she stopped bothering with her and instead, carrying the box with the soup, strode past her towards the hospital room door.

The door was pushed open, it was lively inside, a crowd gathered around the bed, chatting and laughing, Qin Mu also smiled: ”I’m here!”

Everyone looked toward the door, Huanhuan even ran over: ”Mom, did you bring something tasty for grandpa?”

”Yes! Huanhuan, do you want to eat with grandpa?”

Qin Mu, holding Huanhuan’s little hand, walked towards the bed.

”No, not really, Huanhuan should let grandpa eat first, grandpa is the injured one, needs to eat a lot of tasty things to recover.”

Huanhuan said sensibly.

”Smart little devil!”

Qin Mu muttered, placing the soup on a nearby table.

Qin Hai looked at her: ”Why go to the trouble of making soup?”

”Had the chefs at AM Chinese Restaurant make it for you, I can’t cook.”

Qin Mu stated another fact candidly, in any case, it wasn’t a secret here, in front of these elders, she had the attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water.