His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen turned his head sharply after being hit on the back of his head, his gaze brimming with murderous intent.

Unlike the fury ignited by Qin Mu’s provocations, this was a cold indifference, like that of a stranger.

Mu Qingxin instantly felt intimidated, her eyes instinctively lowering. She bit her lower lip lightly and slowly shifted her gaze to the television, holding her breath and controlling her heartbeat.

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

”If you dare act so disrespectfully again, don’t bother coming back!”

Seeing that she had already backed down, Mu Yichen left her with a cold remark before walking away.

Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao, still in shock, were frightened by their daughter and son.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned sour, and after Mu Yichen left, tears began to well up in Mu Qingxin’s eyes. It was the first time she had seen her brother so terrifying.

”Who curses their own brother and calls him a jerk? Honestly!”

Feng Fanghua’s sharp voice broke the suffocating silence in the room.

”It wasn’t serious, it just slipped out!”

Mu Qingxin mumbled softly.

After heading upstairs, Mu Yichen glanced around his room and, finding no one inside, frowned slightly before heading to his daughter’s room.

Sure enough, that woman was already fast asleep on his daughter’s bed.

Mu Yichen approached gently, gazing at his peacefully sleeping daughter, then looked at his woman with reassurance. He scooped her up from the bed into his arms.

”Go back to our room.”

Qin Mu stirred slightly. Knowing she wasn’t fully asleep, Mu Yichen whispered to her.

Qin Mu lifted her hand to softly hook around his neck, burying her face against his chest. She blissfully felt the warmth of his sturdy chest, anticipating the moment he would hold her against the bed.

Back in their room, Mu Yichen gently laid her down on the bed and asked in a low voice, ”Won’t you open your eyes to look at me?”

A subtle smile curved Qin Mu’s lips, but her eyes remained closed.

Lowering his head, Mu Yichen leaned close, leaving only a finger’s breadth between them, shrouding her in his shadow. He lightly kissed her lips.

The kiss fully awakened her.

Qin Mu helplessly opened her eyes and looked at him. ”Go take a shower and come to bed.”

”Oh? I thought you were going to reject me tonight.”

Qin Mu ...

Mu Yichen lightly patted her delicate cheek before turning away to shower.

Qin Mu closed her eyes again and fell asleep before he returned.

Mu Yichen took only five minutes to shower. However, upon coming out, he saw under the dim lighting that his dear wife had already fallen back asleep.

Just five minutes ago, she had invited him to bed to sleep beside her.

Mu Yichen furrowed his brows in resignation, letting out a sigh before climbing into bed.

Almost instinctively, Qin Mu shifted closer into his embrace as soon as she sensed him lie down. Mu Yichen glanced down at her and asked in his deep voice, ”Mrs. Mu, you are so irresponsible!”

Family rules...

But Qin Mu couldn’t hear any of it anymore, utterly exhausted.

With no other choice, Mu Yichen held her close while answering a call. When he finished the conversation half an hour later, fatigue started catching up to him. Deciding to let things slide for the night, he stayed by her side and drifted off to sleep together.

Later in the night, as temperatures dropped, they instinctively held each other tighter.

When morning came, Qin Mu was groggily awakened, attempting to turn over but finding herself restrained by his embrace from behind.

”Early in the morning, don’t make me hold back.”

Mu Yichen’s voice was hoarse.

The curtains were still drawn, casting the morning in shadows, and Qin Mu’s body craved warmth to ward off the chill. She allowed his movements from behind.

Qin Mu thought to herself, How am I supposed to teach you restraint?

You’re already doing it anyway!

Mu Yichen gently nibbled at her ear, making her clutch him in an uncomfortable position.

As things intensified, a soft knock came at their bedroom door.

The gentle rhythm could only belong to little Mu Chenghuan.

Mu Yichen abruptly halted, frustration propelling him to bite Qin Mu’s shoulder, causing her to shrink back and whisper, ”Don’t!”

Mu Yichen resumed his actions regardless, since the door was locked.

Indeed! Having anticipated such disruptions, he had locked the door earlier when he went to use the bathroom.

Outside, Huanhuan’s small hands fidgeted anxiously. Feeling a bit disheartened, she glanced at her aunt across from her. Mu Qingxin, understanding her cue, knocked harder on the door, calling out, ”Your Majesty, Your Majesty’s woman, your beloved little daughter requests an audience.”

Without a word, Mu Yichen grabbed a pillow and hurled it toward the door.

Perfectly aimed, the pillow struck the door, creating a heavy thudding sound. Terrified, Mu Qingxin, who had been leaning close to the door, quickly retreated.

Huanhuan also heard the noise and was startled.

”We’d better go quickly!”

Recalling how she had angered her brother the previous evening, Mu Qingxin dared not push her luck.

Huanhuan nodded in agreement, fearing her father’s wrath.

And so, the aunt-niece duo hurriedly held hands and scurried downstairs.

”Stop—stop right there...”