His Beloved Treasure

Helian Hao’s cheeks suddenly turned a little red as she spoke.

Qin Mu glanced up at her expression and couldn’t help but chuckle, ”Oh, I wonder who told me recently that her life was boring.”

”Ugh, stop it! It’s true I felt bored right after having the baby.”

Helian Hao clung to her arm as she said this.

The two of them pushed their shopping carts while walking out. After buying groceries, they grabbed a bottle of red wine. Qin Mu eyed the ingredients in Helian Hao’s shopping cart and couldn’t shake the feeling that the two of them were planning something romantic tonight.

What would Jing Feng romancing someone look like?

Qin Mu couldn’t quite imagine it, but it didn’t matter—he wasn’t her husband anyway.

When Qin Mu’s husband set the mood for romance, it usually meant spending money.

Qin Mu recalled how Mu Yichen had reserved an entire restaurant last time—inviting her for drinks, dance, and then to a suite...

Meanwhile, Qin Mu had only bought some sunflower seeds for tonight—planning to munch on them while watching a show.

After the two of them parted ways, it began to rain. By the time Qin Mu drove to the Mu Family’s place, the rain was pouring heavily, accompanied by thunder.

Qin Mu felt a bit creeped out. As soon as she stepped through the door, her phone rang—it was Mu Qingxin: ”Did you bring an umbrella?”

Before stepping out of the car, Qin Mu had texted her: ”Yes!”

Only Mu Yichen wouldn’t carry an umbrella. Her car, however, always had them.

Qin Mu had a thing for umbrellas—be it quirky, refreshing, somber-colored ones—she liked them all.

Mu Qingxin was sitting on the sofa, snacking on desserts as she spoke to Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao: ”She said she had an umbrella with her.”

”That’s good!”

Feng Fanghua relaxed but still couldn’t help glancing outside. When she saw Qin Mu stepping out of her car with a black umbrella, she exhaled softly and leaned forward to slowly pick up her tea.

After entering the house, Qin Mu placed her umbrella in the stand nearby, then lowered her head and brushed the raindrops off her pants before walking further in.

”I’m back!”

Qin Mu had the habit of announcing her return upon entering the house.

”Come sit down and have some tea to warm up.”

Feng Fanghua said.

”Thanks, Mom!”

Qin Mu replied cheerfully, walking over to sit down and taking a sip of tea.

Mu Qingxin glanced at her and couldn’t help clicking her tongue: ”Anyone else would think Qin Mu is your biological daughter. No wonder my brother complains—even I can’t stand it, okay?”

”Well, you and your brother can love it or leave it! Mumu brought us two precious little ones—what have you and your brother brought to this family, hmm?”

Feng Fanghua teased her with a smile.

”Oh, come on! If that’s how you want to put it, aren’t I still the family’s baby? Back in the day, you and Dad always said my brother and I were the treasures of this house!”

Mu Qingxin playfully twisted her waist and stared dreamily at the ceiling, reminiscing about those golden days when she was pampered in the family.

Nowadays, however, she felt like everyone had grown tired of her.

Mu Zihao chuckled helplessly, ”Qingxin, you’ve been a little over the top these past couple of years. Do you even know the reputation Jiang Yan has outside? And yet he still spoils you to this extent—you’d better appreciate it.”

Mu Zihao seized the chance to make a playful comment as Feng Fanghua brought up their daughter’s affairs.

”I don’t like hearing that. Spoiling your wife is every man’s duty!”

Mu Qingxin retorted, directing a glance at her beloved father: ”Aren’t you always doting on Mom?”

”Me? Doting? That’s not doting—that’s realizing I can’t win and admitting defeat!”

Mu Zihao joked.

”...”

Qin Mu sat on the side, barely through her first cup of tea, her heart already warmed by this family’s antics.

Outside, the rain poured harder. Qin Mu quickly pulled out her phone to text Mu Yichen: ”Are you on your way back?”

To her dear husband: ”On the way already. Didn’t bring an umbrella!”

To her little dummy: ”Then I’ll come out to pick you up when you arrive.”

Mu Yichen, seemingly knowing why Qin Mu texted, immediately informed her about the lack of an umbrella.

Qin Mu instinctively offered to fetch him. Mu Yichen didn’t reply further, focusing on driving home instead. Meanwhile, a neatly folded black umbrella rested silently in his car!

When Mu Yichen arrived back home, Qin Mu grabbed a larger umbrella and went out to pick him up.

Mu Qingxin and the others sitting in the living room watched as Qin Mu opened the car door outside. Mu Yichen stepped out, and Mu Qingxin couldn’t help but mutter, ”That silly woman! Just two days ago, I saw the butler put an umbrella in my brother’s car.”

Mu Zihao: ”...”

Feng Fanghua: ”Let’s not tell Qin Mu about this, alright?”

Mu Qingxin glanced at her beloved mother, suddenly realizing sons really are favored more.

Mu Yichen grabbed the umbrella, casually hooking one arm around Qin Mu’s shoulder and pulling her under its cover. The two didn’t hurry back inside.

”Weren’t you mad just last night?”

”If you get drenched and catch a cold, who’s going to take care of me if I get sick?”

Mu Yichen’s deep gaze rested on her, letting her banter, though he merely chuckled softly in exasperation and pulled her inside.

Qin Mu lowered her head, letting him drape his arm fully around her. The rainwater splattered and dirtied her elegant high heels—but somehow, it didn’t matter at all.

The hems of her pants had gotten wet too, but even that felt unimportant.

Once inside, Mu Yichen set aside the umbrella and led her upstairs to change clothes.

Mu Qingxin couldn’t help shouting: ”Brother! Changing clothes is fine, but don’t come down too late—we still want to chat!”

Mu Yichen couldn’t be bothered to respond—how could anyone handle such company?

Qin Mu felt a little embarrassed by it. Feng Fanghua gave Mu Qingxin a meaningful smack on the back, signaling her to pipe down.

”Ahh! It hurts so much! Mom!”

Mu Qingxin protested, clearly in pain.

”Do you think this house is just for you youngsters?”

Feng Fanghua thought to herself—if Mu Qingxin didn’t care about the elders, she’d at least have to watch out for Huanhuan, who was occupied entertaining Ziyu with toys in the corner. If Huanhuan picked up any of this nonsense...

Huanhuan was already that one child with a knack for copying—her little head was beginning to soak up these random tidbits, and it wouldn’t take much for her to latch onto this kind of chatter.

But Mu Qingxin felt utterly aggrieved: ”Dad, Mom’s smack was so hard, it’s making me wonder if I’m really her daughter.”

”Nope! You and your brother aren’t—the real daughter is Huanhuan’s mom.”