His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen were both a bit dispirited on their way home. Mu Yichen occasionally glanced at her while driving and noticed that her expression was blank, as if she was under some sort of spell.

”They’ve lived together for so many years, it’s impossible for there to be no feelings at all.”

Mu Yichen’s deep voice reminded her, his dark eyes still fixed seriously on the road ahead.

”Mm!”

Qin Mu responded reflexively, her voice dull and lifeless.

It was just too sudden, so sudden that it felt like her chest had been struck fiercely, the pain dull and suffocating, as if it left a bruise on her heart for a fleeting moment.

After returning to the Mu Family house, the entire family sat on the sofa. The elders, upon hearing about this matter, could only sigh.

Mu Zihao said, ”Perhaps this was her fate. You all shouldn’t think too much about it, especially you, Mumu.”

Mu Zihao rarely spoke to her with such serious solemnity.

Qin Mu obediently replied, ”I’m fine!”

It had nothing to do with her; it was just that the woman who had occupied her father’s life for over a decade had died.

To her, it didn’t mean anything at all.

All her bad moods were simply because... because it was too sudden, because this matter had brought back memories of the past.

”How’s your father? You two just came back like this.”

Feng Fanghua lightly clasped her hands together and asked Qin Mu, her gaze filled with concern.

”He doesn’t seem to be doing well. But if he can’t pull through, it feels like I don’t really have a father anymore.”

Qin Mu kept her eyes downcast, her tone consistently subdued, though she couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh at the end.

Mu Zihao and Feng Fanghua both raised their eyes to look at her, somewhat worried about her unstable emotions.

Mu Yichen took a call from Yang Bo while sitting in a single armchair, his gaze shifting to the woman next to him: ”Your father is involved in this matter; Yang Bo is still investigating.”

Qin Mu froze for a moment. She had thought Qin Haiming would be stuck in the pain of losing Zhang Rujia and unable to move on, but she hadn’t expected him to still have some presence of mind.

”Mm!”

Qin Mu didn’t ask further questions. She hadn’t even processed this ordeal yet—Zhang Rujia was just... gone?

Why so suddenly?

The woman who had endured for seven or eight years before finally marrying her father, securing the role of the wife of a prominent figure—how could she just vanish like that?

Not long ago, she had even come pleading to her, asking her to persuade Qin Haiming to remarry. And now, just after a short while...

”This probably wasn’t an accident, was it?”

Mu Zihao’s brows furrowed unconsciously.

”There were no surveillance cameras at the location, but the car didn’t show signs of tampering. So why, while driving smoothly down the road, would she suddenly crash into that solid stone wall? No one knows.”

Mu Yichen explained.

”When you think about it, Zhang Rujia doesn’t seem to have offended anyone over the years. She shouldn’t have any enemies, right?”

Feng Fanghua’s brow furrowed slightly as she asked, puzzled.

”Not entirely—perhaps me!”

Qin Mu’s expression changed slightly; even she was startled by the words that came out of her mouth.

Mu Zihao: ”...”

Feng Fanghua: ”...”

Mu Yichen: ”Are you dumb?”

He reached out and lightly pushed Qin Mu’s head until she looked down, then withdrew his hand.

Qin Mu was also speechless. How could she say such a thing?

But, could it be...

Her mind suddenly conjured a dramatic scenario where she was suspected to be Zhang Rujia’s killer—especially considering it was her and Mu Yichen who had found Zhang Rujia.

Yes, why did the two of them just happen to be there at the time?

Qin Mu’s heart suddenly began pounding fiercely.

This accident matched so perfectly with their appearance.

For a moment, Qin Mu was unable to speak, only feeling as if there was an enormous pit before her, one she didn’t know how to cross. Because trying to detour around it seemed endlessly long, with no end in sight.

”Still, there’s one thing I’m not sure whether I should say or not. But if it’s left unsaid, it feels inappropriate too.”

Feng Fanghua held her tightly clasped hands after much deliberation.

Qin Mu raised her eyes to look at her: ”Please, go ahead.”

”Zhang Rujia is no longer technically your father’s wife. Now that she’s passed away, your father wouldn’t bury her in the Qin Family cemetery, would he?”

Mu Zihao, hearing his wife’s words, couldn’t help but lift his gaze toward her.

Qin Mu’s heart trembled fiercely.

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes carried a hint of concern as he looked at Qin Mu. Then, he leaned forward to grasp her hand: ”Let’s talk about all this tomorrow. You’re tired; go eat something and get some rest.”

But how could she have any appetite left?

The dinner hour had long passed. So by the time the two of them sat in the dining room for supper, Qin Mu was clearly struggling, putting her chopsticks down halfway through the meal.

Mu Yichen, his gaze low but sharp, noticed her gently setting down her chopsticks and quietly ordered, ”Pick up your chopsticks. Even if the sky were to fall, you still need to fill your stomach first.”