His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu asked him softly, tracing her fingers gently across his chest.

”It might be clearer if I do it while explaining,” she said.

Mu Yichen kindly reminded Mrs. Mu.

Left with no choice, Qin Mu lowered her head forcefully, right onto his chin.

And then she began her performance.

Actually, she hadn’t read the novel for several days, and as for the descriptions of that sort in the novel, there were only a few sentences. How was she supposed to do this?

She had dug herself such a big hole, haha!

Qin Mu felt incredibly stupid, but since there was no escape, she might as well make him happy.

Qin Mu thought within half an hour, Mr. Mu would surely surrender.

As a result...

In less than ten minutes, she was the one to turn into a soft mess first.

Mu Yichen saw her lying on him, finally out of strength. He flipped her over onto the bed and then asked her softly, ”Are you okay?”

”What if I said no?”

Qin Mu felt like crying out of grievance.

”I haven’t even started yet!”

Mr. Mu confessed with a slight smile, and then immediately began to move his hand.

For the nearly two hours that followed, Qin Mu was tortured half to death and never felt good again. Mr. Mu controlled the rhythm, enjoying himself throughout the time.

——

When Qin Mu woke up the next day, she had no idea what year it was, and she felt so heavy-headed and light-footed like she might collapse.

Mu Yichen came out of the bathroom, dressed in a dark shirt, but without buttoning it up, his robust chest exposed before her eyes.

She lay there, holding onto his pillow weakly, watching him come towards her.

”Why are you dressed like that?”

”There’s still official business to attend to!”

Mu Yichen’s hand gently supported her leg, his gaze fixed intently on her eyes.

”I think I have a cold!”

Qin Mu’s voice sounded a bit hoarse.

She didn’t blow-dry her hair after washing it last night, and then hurriedly did that intense thing with Mr. Mu, so now...

Mu Yichen raised his hand to touch her forehead, and indeed it felt warm, his eyes previously fiery now turned serious.

He bent down to fetch her a thermometer, and Qin Mu obediently held it under her arm but told him, ”I guess it’s not a fever, probably just need to take some cold medicine and I’ll feel better.”

”It’s not particularly hot!”

Mu Yichen said with a low voice, but his expression changed immediately from moments ago.

He was neglectful last night; he should have dried her hair first.

It’s just a minor cold, but the family is still very anxious.

Mu Yichen didn’t leave the house, worried that Mu Qingxin would come into the room and disturb Qin Mu’s rest. Yet, Mu Qingxin still came in, standing at the doorway: ”This should have nothing to do with me, right? It must be my brother’s fault, right?”

Mu Qingxin came up guiltily to show her concern.

”Of course, it has nothing to do with you.”

After taking her medicine, Qin Mu was drowsy and tried to smile at her.

”Brother, you’re so careless. Qin Mu is such a delicate thing, how could she withstand you... I better leave first!”

Mu Qingxin was about to scold Mu Yichen, but realizing that such words were not hers to say, and her beloved good brother was sitting right beside the bed looking at her, she hurriedly opened the door and escaped.

Qin Mu couldn’t help but snort with laughter: ”I’m about to fall asleep!”

”Go to sleep then!”

Mu Yichen said, then put down his phone, lay beside her, and gently held her.

Qin Mu buried her face in his chest.

”We’ll go to the hospital later today. Call the leader, but don’t say I have a cold.”

Qin Mu muttered before falling asleep, afraid that if they went at night, Qin Haiming would worry about her.

”Hmm!”

Mu Yichen called Qin Hai as soon as she fell asleep, sincerely apologizing. He didn’t mean to make the leader’s daughter sick.

Having finished the call, Qin Haiming looked down; Zhang Rujia was sitting beside him on a chair, gazing at him foolishly.

Qin Haiming lowered his gaze: ”No matter the reason for what happened back then, I owe you an apology!”

Zhang Rujia looked at him in shock: ”Haiming!”

”You don’t need to think too much about it! I just suddenly realized, as a man, I should apologize to you, but after that, Rujia, don’t hold any illusions about me. I’m living well on my own now, and so will you.”

”Haiming, is it because of what that man did to you that you...”

”That man will pay the price for what he has done, but I’m not about to blame his mistakes on you. If I did that, how would I be any different from him?”

Zhang Rujia suddenly found herself at a loss for words, remembering what Qin Mu had told her, then she silently lowered her head.

”But don’t plead for him. Being impartial in my judgment already shows him special mercy,” Qin Hai continued.