His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu remembered how Qin Mingzhu had sabotaged her marriage with Mu Yichen, even going as far as arranging for Wang Mingyu to lie in bed with her. At that time, she had really considered using the same despicable methods to retaliate.

Qin Mu thought to herself how incredibly kind she had been.

”Let her sleep for a while. She must be tired.”

Wang Huanyu said, taking a sip of his coffee.

The two of them stood leaning against the car, occasionally exchanging a few words.

When Mu Yichen drove up to pick her up, he saw her standing side by side with Wang Huanyu, leaning against the car.

The car slowly came to a stop. Wang Huanyu and Qin Mu simultaneously turned to look at his vehicle, watching as he strode out with his long legs, imposing and commanding.

Mu Yichen’s expression turned stern the moment he saw Wang Huanyu. He approached them without a friendly look and asked coldly, ”What are you two doing together?”

”Qin Mingzhu is sleeping upstairs.”

Qin Mu answered promptly.

Only then did Mu Yichen glance at her, his gaze clearly accusing her of standing with another man.

Qin Mu lowered her head slightly, then said, ”I’m cold too. Why don’t we all go in and have some tea?”

Thus, the two men followed Qin Mu into the studio in succession. Xiaomei served them tea in the reception area. Wang Huanyu sat by himself, while Qin Mu and Mu Yichen sat together.

Mu Yichen’s arm instinctively rested on the back of Qin Mu’s seat, as if habitually declaring his ownership.

Wang Huanyu glanced at it and cautiously reminded him, ”I’m Wang Huanyu, not Wang Mingyu.”

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes shifted to him, carrying a coldness mixed with some other indefinable emotion.

Meanwhile, Qin Mu unconsciously pressed her lips together.

Mu Yichen’s behavior was indeed habitual. Whenever a male appeared at her side, President Mu would act in this way.

”President Mu doesn’t mean anything by it. He just prefers this posture.”

A posture where his chest was always turned toward her, his arm always resting on her back, quietly making small gestures of possession.

That stoic, icy countenance—also a habit.

Even when in bed, he often wore that same serious and aloof expression.

Qin Mu suddenly had so many words she wanted to explain, but in the end, she only smiled faintly.

Mu Yichen lowered his eyes slightly, giving his woman a brief glance. There was a trace of repressed affection beneath his demeanor.

”When is your mother-in-law’s funeral?”

”Tomorrow morning!”

Wang Huanyu replied, lowering his head involuntarily as he spoke. Then, rubbing his hands nervously on his thighs, he suddenly slapped his leg and lifted his head again: ”They say we should honor the deceased. There’s actually something I’d like to ask you both, especially Qin Mu.”

Qin Mu lifted her gaze to look at him, waiting for his question.

Mu Yichen’s sharp gaze also landed on him, but it carried less curiosity than Qin Mu’s.

”No matter what, they were husband and wife for nearly twenty years. Can’t we allow my mother-in-law to be buried in the Qin Family’s cemetery?”

Wang Huanyu had pondered this question for a long time and finally decided to ask.

Mu Yichen said nothing, simply looking toward Qin Mu.

”If you’re asking me, the answer is absolutely not!”

Qin Mu responded resolutely.

”Why? So many years have passed.”

”So many years have passed, but Zhang Rujia is still the murderer who caused my mother’s death. Time won’t change that, nor will it make people forget what happened—unless that memory vanishes from my mind.”

Qin Mu said.

”What if I manage to convince your father?”

Wang Huanyu had already anticipated that Qin Mu wouldn’t agree to let Zhang Rujia into the Qin Family’s cemetery. However, he thought that Qin Haiming might consent.

”That’s none of my business! But let me make one thing very clear: if he allows Zhang Rujia into the Qin Family’s cemetery, my mother’s gravestone will be removed from it. He will also lose me as a daughter forever. I mean what I say.”

Qin Mu spoke with a firm, pointed tone, devoid of any emotional entanglement, stating her stance directly.

Wang Huanyu abruptly stopped talking, not daring to add another word.

Qin Mu’s sharp eyes lingered on his face for a long time before finally looking away.

Mu Yichen could sense the razor-sharp intensity in Qin Mu’s aura, though it was fortunately tempered with restraint.

Mu Yichen’s keen black eyes rested on Qin Mu’s impassive face, and he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

Qin Mu’s eyes fluttered slightly as she felt the warmth of his touch on her shoulder, the tension within her subsiding just a little.

Although her words earlier had sounded calm and logical, she had been tightly wound inside.

”I know my mother-in-law did wrong, but this has nothing to do with Mingzhu, does it? Can’t you consider it for Mingzhu’s sake?”