His Beloved Treasure

”Okay, ma’am!”

Aunt Zhang ran out from inside with a response, then quickly ran back in.

She had been cleaning with another maid the whole time. They had already wiped the table three or four times, but the young couple outside were having so much fun that they didn’t feel it was appropriate to intrude.

However, stepping out briefly to make their presence known, she hurriedly retreated.

After everyone went back to their own tasks, Qin Mu still held her breath stiffly, glancing at Mu Yichen in a subtle, drifting manner.

”Back to the room! Continue!”

Mu Yichen crossed his arms and stood up slowly, heading toward the staircase.

Qin Mu initially felt relieved hearing his first three words, but when she caught the last three, her ears burned uncontrollably. Yet, she still decided to trail behind him back to their room. Too embarrassing! She had been sure the maids had all gone to rest in their quarters!

Mu Yichen had thought the same.

However, after reaching the second floor, Qin Mu felt much more at ease and went to knock on her mother-in-law’s door.

Feng Fanghua opened the door for her. ”What do you want?”

”Mom, should I take care of Chengcheng for you?”

”Ha! How would you manage that? Would your husband even allow it?”

Qin Mu...

”Or have you finally become the one in charge of your husband?”

Feng Fanghua murmured dismissively under her breath, showing no mercy.

Qin Mu, like a wronged little wife, lowered her head, unsure how to argue back. After thinking for quite a while, she raised her eyes again. ”Mom, but he’s your own son.”

”Hmph! He sure doesn’t seem like it now!”

Feng Fanghua shook her head.

Qin Mu...

Alright then, Qin Mu had always thought her arrival might ruin the mother-son relationship, but that was back when Feng Fanghua hadn’t accepted her. Given the current situation...

Qin Mu truly hadn’t expected this.

And honestly, she felt that Mu Yichen was utterly pitiful!

Hahaha!

Qin Mu returned to their room. As she opened the door, she saw Mu Yichen leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for her.

As soon as she raised her eyes, they locked onto his deep, abyss-like, premeditated gaze.

”What were you talking about with Mom?”

Mu Yichen asked softly, a trace of interest in his tone.

”You wouldn’t want to know!”

Qin Mu replied with an especially gentle smile, her gaze showing empathy as she looked at him, her voice soft.

Mu Yichen tilted his head slightly back, his dark eyes fixing on her intently, making her unable to evade.

The stillness of the room made Qin Mu a little uneasy.

”Fine! But you were the one who told me to speak. Mom said that looking at you now, you don’t even seem like her biological son.”

Qin Mu cautiously observed her dear husband’s reaction as she spoke.

”Oh?”

Mu Yichen lowered his gaze slightly, letting out a lukewarm ”oh.”

Qin Mu widened her eyes in some confusion. ”Don’t be upset, and don’t get angry. After all, I see you as my real husband.”

Mu Yichen’s pitch-black eyes stared at her, but he remained tight-lipped, only smiling faintly. That enigmatic smile sent a chill down Qin Mu’s spine, raising every little hair on her body.

”Go to bed!”

Mu Yichen said, straightened up, and walked to the bedside to pull back the covers.

Having already showered earlier, Qin Mu also climbed into bed directly.

Lying on her back, her hands gently patted her lower abdomen in a rhythmic motion. After tens of seconds, she couldn’t resist turning her head to speak. ”So, about earlier on the sofa...”

”Hmm?”

Mu Yichen turned to look at her, already lying down as well.

”Earlier, on the sofa, that thing we didn’t finish... Didn’t you say we’d continue in the room?”

Qin Mu’s eyes sparkled playfully, at least that’s how Mu Yichen felt.

As she foolishly asked this, he found the whole thing immensely enjoyable.

So he propped his head up with one hand while gently placing the other on her lower abdomen, softly playing with her delicate, boneless fingers.

Qin Mu turned over, using one hand to gently tug at the fabric of his shirt at his chest. ”Why are you still dressed?”

Her voice grew softer, but Mu Yichen immediately understood what she wanted.

He narrowed his eyes, pinching the mischievous hand on his chest. ”So, Mrs. Mu, are you feeling... in need now?”

Qin Mu...

”Not worried about your husband’s stamina anymore?”

There are people in this world who give relentlessly when you don’t want them to, and hold themselves back torturously when you do.

Qin Mu thought Mu Yichen was pushing her buttons, so she tried to pull her captured hand away.

But just as she got mad, he pressed her hand firmly against his chest, not letting her move away.

Qin Mu looked up at him again, her expression now clearly frustrated.

”What? Didn’t you say you lacked stamina? Let me go!”

She glared at him, suddenly unwilling to look at him for even another second. She turned away, planning to...

Make him beg over and over!

”Already mad?”

Mu Yichen rolled over slightly, pinning her down just a bit, grabbing both her hands and placing them around his neck. His dark eyes bore straight into hers.

Qin Mu ignored him, turning her gaze to the side.

”Compared to your usual arguments that could drive me up the wall, isn’t this just a minor conflict?”

Mu Yichen continued, one hand sliding downward.

”Cut it out! What do you mean by ’usual’? I only ever act like that because of how you provoke me!”

Qin Mu glared at him, countering indignantly.

”Oh? So it’s all because of me?”

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed slightly, but it was clear he was enjoying this little spat immensely.

Qin Mu went silent, her expression proud as she looked away again.

Mu Yichen suddenly leaned down and gently bit the edge of her lips.

”Ah! Mu Yichen!”

Qin Mu angrily turned her head, but as soon as she opened her mouth, his tongue seized the opportunity to slip in.

All her complaints were silenced as his kiss became more fervent and domineering, until all her anger was swallowed back down.

”Mrs. Mu, your little temper makes me absolutely adore you!”

Mu Yichen suddenly released her and declared in a low voice.

Qin Mu’s mind went blank, unable to register his words at all.

”You’re not allowed to keep doing that!”

Thinking he must’ve said something unpleasant, she instinctively lifted her hand to block his lips from pressing back down on hers.

”Not allowed?”

Mu Yichen grabbed her wrist and moved her hand aside, his dark, menacing eyes locking onto hers as he questioned in a deep voice.