His Beloved Treasure

When Secretary Xi came in to deliver coffee, she accidentally walked into a scene she shouldn’t have seen—Qin Mu was straddling Mu Yichen’s waist, playfully bickering with him.

Mu Yichen was lying on the sofa, laughing like a spirited, handsome young man.

”I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Secretary Xi quickly apologized, then, without setting the coffee down, she turned and left in a hurry.

Qin Mu’s face was flushed bright red with embarrassment. She tried to get off him, but he tightly held onto her hand.

”Stop messing around! Or I’ll really get angry!”

Qin Mu lowered her voice, warning him. Knowing Secretary Xi was just outside, she deliberately kept her voice hushed.

A moment ago, she’d been so angry that she had completely forgotten herself.

The thought of how wild and unruly she had acted in front of him just now...

Qin Mu’s big, dark eyes stared down at the man pinned beneath her. ”Let’s see if you dare bring in those people again to mess with me!”

Mu Yichen suddenly murmured, ”Mrs. Mu, you have no idea how adorable you are!”

”And Mr. Mu, you’re equally adorable, you know?”

Qin Mu raised her hand and pinched his chin, mimicking his domineering CEO-style demeanor. She tilted her chin up and praised him.

Mu Yichen...

”Weren’t we supposed to discuss the household rules first? Let’s deal with that before doing anything else.”

Qin Mu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly shifted to a more serious tone.

After all the commotion—the arguing, the hitting, the yelling—her anger had finally subsided.

This time, Mu Yichen didn’t stop her as she climbed off him.

Qin Mu sat on the sofa beside him, picked up her bag that had fallen to the floor earlier, and retrieved a printed sheet of paper from it.

”Take a look first. Since we’re setting rules for the household, as a member of the family, I obviously need to contribute too!”

Qin Mu sat upright on the sofa. Although she was still visibly exhausted and slightly pale from her earlier outburst, and her lips were a bit dry, she now radiated a confident arrogance.

Mu Yichen sat up from the sofa, glanced at her seriously, then picked up a printed sheet of paper from the table.

He unfolded the paper and started reading—from the first rule down to the fifteenth. When he finished, he lifted his eyes and chuckled helplessly, ”Mrs. Mu, are you serious?”

”If you’re serious, then so am I!”

Seeing him treat her effort lightly, Qin Mu mimicked his tone.

”Alright!”

Mu Yichen responded, then got up to retrieve another set of household rules from the table to show her.

”Since you want to give your input, I agree. Take a look at this first and let me know what’s missing—we can add more later.”

Mu Yichen sat back down beside her, formally presenting the documents to her.

Qin Mu acted indifferent as she took the papers, only to be startled: it was three pages long.

”Mu Yichen, are you trying to kill me with all these rules?”

Qin Mu glared at him with her big eyes, as if accusing him of malicious intent.

”Of course not! These rules are for both of us to follow. Besides, I’ve added a few specific ones for Huanhuan and Mu Chengyang.”

Qin Mu couldn’t believe it. She stared at him, then lowered her head and began reading carefully to confirm.

He hadn’t only been trying to control her—he’d even laid out such strict expectations for their children.

In that moment, Qin Mu thought to herself: could it be that this husband of hers was a fake?

Mu Yichen noticed her serious expression and continued reviewing the rules she had drafted—all of which seemed designed to curb his behavior.

Unable to help himself, Mu Yichen raised his eyes to glance at the little woman beside him. How deep were her thoughts?

Yet, the more she acted this way, the more he found himself falling for her—wanting to keep her close, to hold her tightly forever.

”Even though they’re still young, rules are vital to maintaining order.”

”You’re such a pervert! Why am I playing along with a pervert like you?”

Qin Mu found his words absurd, utterly laughable.

And yet, she kept reading, continuing to sift through his overly strict and utterly mortifying household rules. Lifting her head, Qin Mu proposed, ”Why don’t we set some practical and realistic rules instead? Yours are too obsessive—they don’t even count as real household rules. You just want me glued to your side forever, don’t you?”

Qin Mu bluntly confronted him.

The two of them locked eyes in silence. In that moment, Mu Yichen suddenly thought his little wife was absurdly intelligent and refreshingly direct.

”So you’ll sign it?”

Mu Yichen’s gaze seemed to ask for her approval, but his words didn’t sound like they were asking at all.

Qin Mu smiled slightly, then glanced at the paper in his hand. ”If you sign mine, I’ll sign yours.”

Mu Yichen lowered his eyes to review her paper again, then nodded. ”Deal.”

He stood up to grab a pen, while Qin Mu’s heart began to race nervously.