His Beloved Treasure

The ambulance arrived just as the two of them walked over.

The paramedics instructed them to step back a bit further before opening the car door. The glass on the door had already shattered from the crash, so the medical staff exercised extreme caution as they opened it.

Then, a woman with neatly coiffed hair slumped out from inside.

If it weren’t for the seatbelt keeping her in place, it might have been...

But the situation was still very grave.

When the injured woman’s face became visible, Mu Yichen and Qin Mu were profoundly shocked.

Especially Qin Mu, who froze entirely, as if her very breath had stopped—her face pale as a sheet.

Mu Yichen’s brow immediately furrowed as he looked at Qin Mu. Her knees grew weak, and he instinctively held her in his arms.

Then, they watched as the barely conscious woman was lifted onto a stretcher.

Two police cars soon arrived; emerging from one was Yang Bo, clad in his uniform. When he saw it was Zhang Rujia, he was scared half to death.

Zhang Rujia weakly opened her eyes, glancing around under the scorching sun. Seeing what seemed like familiar faces, she struggled to take a heavy, labored breath and slowly raised her hand.

Yang Bo glanced at her bloodied hand, then turned to Qin Mu: ”She’s calling for you.”

Qin Mu hesitated. She didn’t want to go closer, but she still moved forward, mechanically crouching down in front of Zhang Rujia.

There was anger etched across Qin Mu’s face; she thought Zhang Rujia had no right to call for her.

Zhang Rujia had sustained a severe head injury. Realizing that her life was hanging by a thread, her excitement became uncontrollable as she saw Qin Mu crouch down.

The doctor’s brows knitted even tighter, seeing her in such a state.

”It’s all over! Your resentment toward me should end, too! Tell your father that I truly loved him. Tell Mingzhu not to seek revenge for me or hunt for the culprit.”

Zhang Rujia’s gaze held an unusual sense of kindness as she looked at Qin Mu. When she had finished speaking, the warmth faded from her eyes bit by bit, and the hand she had raised slightly fell heavily to the ground.

And then...

Qin Mu stared at Zhang Rujia’s bloodied face, noticing what seemed to be tears on her cheeks, and felt a weight pressing down on her own eyelashes.

Quivering, Qin Mu seemed to suddenly understand something, her strength drained from her body as she slumped to the ground next to Zhang Rujia.

She couldn’t comprehend why she, of all times, had to be by Zhang Rujia’s side now.

Breathless, her vision of Zhang Rujia grew increasingly blurred, then completely disappeared.

The weather was so bright, the harsh sunlight shone glaringly on their faces, causing light-headedness amidst its brilliance.

Mu Yichen helped Qin Mu to her feet. She leaned so heavily on him that she could barely stand upright.

The two of them watched numbly as the police officers carried away the bagged body of Zhang Rujia.

Indeed!

Zhang Rujia was dead!

No one knew what had transpired, but Zhang Rujia was gone.

Qin Mu remained dazed for a long time, unable to pull herself back, and only sobbed uncontrollably as the ambulance drove away.

Mu Yichen lowered his gaze to his foolish woman, whose vision had long been blurred by tears, and held her tighter.

Qin Mu found a point of support in his embrace, disregarding Yang Bo’s presence as she grabbed at the fabric on Mu Yichen’s chest and emitted muffled, increasingly desperate cries.

”Why her? Why her?”

Qin Mu felt as if she could no longer breathe. That woman—how could she just die like that? That woman deserved to suffer countless torments before living out the rest of her life alone.

Yang Bo and his team inspected the surroundings and examined Zhang Rujia’s car before exchanging a look with Mu Yichen.

The sun remained blazing, and Qin Mu continued trembling slightly in the tall man’s arms.

By noon, the two of them skipped lunch and headed to the police station to give their statements. In the afternoon, they drove straight to the Qin Family home.

Qin Haiming had just returned from a meeting out of town. When Qin Mu called to tell him they were waiting for him at home, he bypassed his office entirely and went directly to the house.

Upon entering, Qin Haiming immediately sensed that the atmosphere was off. Mu Yichen seemed more somber than usual, while Qin Mu’s stubborn face was clouded with anger, and the typical warmth of the household had vanished.

Because they were concerned about his mood, they hadn’t told him anything over the phone, opting instead to wait for his return.

Seeing his daughter and son-in-law like this deepened Qin Haiming’s unease. He grew unconsciously heavy-hearted, his lashes trembling as he walked over and asked, tentatively, ”What’s going on here?”

Qin Haiming could sense something had happened—his own heartbeat was no longer as steady as before.

Qin Mu kept her head lowered for a long time. Mu Yichen’s eyes flicked down to her briefly, then attempted to speak first, only for Qin Mu to grab hold of his hand before he could utter a word.

Mu Yichen looked at her again. Qin Mu raised her head and, in her defiance, showed a measure of restraint for her father’s sake: ”Zhang Rujia had an accident!”

Her tone, no matter how sharp and composed, couldn’t conceal her worry that the man before her might not be able to bear the blow—or her fear that her own fury might spill over uncontrollably.

Qin Haiming came to a stop, stunned, as if his brows were tied into an unbreakable knot.

”What did you say?”

”Zhang Rujia... is gone!”

Qin Mu suddenly remembered that her mother had also died in a car accident. Seeing Qin Haiming’s present expression stirred a wave of bitterness within her. With stubborn indignation, she spoke once more before throwing herself onto the couch, turning her head away and refusing to move.

She could have walked away entirely, but she didn’t dare to—she couldn’t endure further loss.

”A car accident!”

Mu Yichen’s gaze lowered briefly to Qin Mu, understanding her inner struggle, and revealed the reason for the incident.

All three of them eventually sat silently on the couch, surrounded by an oppressive quiet. From the kitchen, a single spoon clanged to the floor, breaking the tension.

”You should all leave.”

After a long, long time, Qin Haiming spoke weakly, his head bowed, lost in thought.

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen looked at him, reluctant to leave.

”You...”

Qin Mu started to voice her concern.

”You should all leave. I’ll be fine!”

Qin Haiming, understanding what she meant, reassured her once again.

Qin Mu didn’t say anything further. After all, at his age, what was left for him to bear—he had already endured far too much.

”Has the police taken over the case?”

As the two stood up, Qin Haiming finally recalled the matter and asked.

”Yes. At first, I didn’t know it was her—I called Yang Bo immediately to notify him.”

Mu Yichen answered quietly.

Qin Haiming nodded faintly and fell silent once more.

Before Qin Mu and Mu Yichen left, they instructed Uncle Wang to keep a close eye on Qin Haiming that night.