His Beloved Treasure

Mu Zihao listened for a while, then stepped out to make a phone call. When he returned, he leaned close to Feng Fanghua and whispered something. Only then did Feng Fanghua lower her voice, turning to look at her husband in shock.

”If something like this happens again, we’ll transfer schools.”

Feng Fanghua stood up as she spoke, her fiery and relentless personality on full display.

”Sorry, she’s the kind of person who can’t stand to see her family being mistreated.”

Mu Zihao, trailing behind her, raised his hand to stop the principal from escorting them out. He apologized as well.

The principal wouldn’t dare let Mu Zihao apologize and quickly nodded earnestly: ”Don’t say that. Low-quality parents really do affect the little ones.”

But what parents do—is that something kids or schools can control?

That afternoon, before dismissal, the principal posted an announcement in the school’s public group, prohibiting certain behaviors.

On the way back home, Feng Fanghua looked at her husband from the passenger seat: ”Yichen really said so?”

”Yesterday, both of them came to the school together. Someone bullied your daughter-in-law—can he ignore that? Word has it, they started investigating the background of that family last night, and it’s already being handled today.”

”Now that’s more like it!”

Feng Fanghua, still fuming, couldn’t get over those parents calling her daughter-in-law rude. The thought made her stomach churn with anger.

”Besides, why would you go through the principal for something like this? You’re just adding to their workload.”

Mu Zihao reminded her again.

”Even if it means adding to their workload, I had to say something. Keeping quiet would feel suffocating—you wouldn’t understand!”

Mu Zihao heard her out and chuckled helplessly. How could he not understand? They’ve been married for so many years, and her temper still hasn’t changed. In fact, it seems to have grown even hotter over the years, so much so that many people outside now fear her fiery personality.

When Feng Fanghua saw Mu Zihao’s resigned expression, the corner of her lips curled up involuntarily. Over the years, how could she not know her own terrible temper? But wasn’t it his fault for indulging her in everything?

Her lips, as if coated in honey, smiled wider and wider.

Eventually, before laughing out loud, Feng Fanghua turned to look outside. Mu Zihao glanced at her while driving: ”Should we take Ziyu home too?”

”He’s not my real grandson. Let’s take Chengcheng home instead, and Ziyu can come along.”

Feng Fanghua replied.

Mu Zihao simply smiled and said nothing.

Qin Mu visited Wen Runuan’s company that morning, bringing Xiaomei along to help adjust her dress.

Wen Runuan’s office had recently been upgraded to something larger, which Xiaomei found overly extravagant. She couldn’t help but ask, ”Sister Runuan, don’t you think this place is too big? Don’t you miss the warmth of your previous space?”

”Warmth is for home! What’s there to be warm about in a company? I’d take over Director Zhang’s office if I could!”

Wen Runuan quickly covered her mouth after speaking, laughing gleefully.

After securing the hem, Qin Mu stood up and pinned the needle casually to the cuff of his shirt sleeve. He gently tugged at Wen Runuan’s waistline: ”All done!”

”Is this your secret weapon, Sister Runuan? You always wear this dress for major events.”

Xiaomei asked curiously.

”Exactly! This was the first dress Qin Mu made for me, and it’s the one that helped me win quite a few awards. So now, I always wear it. Everyone thinks it’s because I’m nostalgic.”

Wen Runuan spoke, spinning in front of the mirror.

”Right? This is the fourth time it’s been altered, isn’t it?” Qin Mu looked down at the dress.

”Sigh, the waistline’s always getting loose or tight. And just a few days ago, that little rascal chewed a hole in the hem. Do you think his two little teeth are too sharp?”

Wen Runuan muttered.

”Why do I suddenly picture teeth gripping a bicycle—or a car?”

Xiaomei blurted out.

Qin Mu: ”...”

Wen Runuan: ”...”

Xiaomei: ”...”

”I heard Li Yu has been gathering the entertainment industry’s four rising starlets to shoot a palace drama. Did he ask you to make a cameo?”

The three of them were sipping tea when Wen Runuan posed the question to Qin Mu.

”Four rising starlets?”

Qin Mu’s brow furrowed slightly.

”That’s right! If he manages to round them all up, the production will likely start filming out of town soon. With his current clout in the industry—and that infuriatingly handsome face of his—I bet plenty of girls would jump at the chance to act alongside him.”

Wen Runuan never expected Li Yu to be so ambitious. Within a few years, Li Yu might carve out a significant presence in Rongcheng.

”I wouldn’t know. He hasn’t approached me.”

Qin Mu thought for a moment before answering candidly.

”If he approaches you again, President Mu is going to abuse you at home!”

Xiaomei said, holding her teacup, then glanced at Wen Runuan: ”You weren’t there last time, but after she shot an ad with Li Yu, her situation was downright tragic. President Mu probably left marks all over her from his domestic abuse.”