His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen’s dark, ink-like eyes looked at her and asked in a deep voice.

Qin Mu: ”... ”

Yes, she had already married him. What else could she offer him?

”Get out!”

So Qin Mu helplessly reached for the car door, but her other hand was suddenly grabbed by him.

Before Qin Mu could turn her head, he had already leaned in close to her, cupped her face with one hand, and caught her off guard as he kissed her soft lips.

Suddenly...

The spacious car was silent. The sound of rain outside became surprisingly melodious.

Mu Yichen’s lips parted slightly, and the tip of his tongue gently tangled with hers between her lips and teeth.

When Qin Mu was thoroughly lost in this kiss, someone inside the house inadvertently glanced outside.

”Hey! When did these two come back?”

Feng Fanghua asked curiously, her gaze lingering on the window.

Mu Zihao also glanced over, saying, ”These kids. At least they know to leave us some space!”

Feng Fanghua turned her eyes to her husband, feeling... concerned about his intelligence.

”Let’s leave! We’re going to rest now! Watching them is just annoying!”

Feng Fanghua stood up first and walked past Mu Zihao.

Mu Zihao looked at her quizzically, ”Who’s annoying you?”

”You!”

Feng Fanghua murmured, not bothering to turn her head as she walked away.

Mu Zihao grumbled, ”What did I do wrong? The kids thoughtfully gave us space to watch, so how about we keep watching a bit longer?”

Feng Fanghua replied, ”Catch the replay tomorrow. Head upstairs now!”

At the staircase, Feng Fanghua turned her head again and shouted to the man stubbornly glued to the sofa.

Mu Zihao had no choice but to obey her, following upstairs loyally.

When Mu Yichen and Qin Mu stepped inside, they found the place empty. Qin Mu, held by Mu Yichen’s hand, asked hesitantly, ”Weren’t they just here watching TV? They said the show would run until ten-thirty!”

”Are you stupid? Get upstairs and write your self-reflection!”

Mu Yichen shot a sharp glance at her naive expression, urging her.

”Write a reflection? How childish!”

Qin Mu immediately grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly, rubbing her face against it.

Mu Yichen...

”No matter what, the reflection needs to be written! Otherwise, next time you won’t learn your lesson...”

Before Mu Yichen could finish his words, Qin Mu raised her hand and covered his mouth.

”Stop spouting nonsense!”

Qin Mu frowned delicately, her head tilted upward as she softly admonished him.

”Spouting nonsense?”

Mu Yichen pried her hand away forcefully, gripping it firmly in his palm. His other arm wrapped tightly around her slender waist, and his dark eyes were filled with an obvious desire to devour her.

Actually, Mu Yichen hadn’t planned to make her do anything tonight—after all, she was utterly exhausted last night.

But now she seemed to have recovered nicely!

”If you’re unwilling to write your reflection, then go clean yourself up and lay on the bed!”

Mu Yichen suddenly embraced her, speaking ambiguously and seductively.

Qin Mu: ”Fine, I’ll write the reflection!”

Pushing him away, she glared coldly over her shoulder as she put some distance between them. Then, with deliberate strides, she headed toward the staircase.

Honestly, she had only just begun to feel a bit better and was not eager to be subjected to his ’creative’ positions again tonight, only to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow.

Still, regarding the reflection...

The words ’Self-Reflection’ were confidently written across the top of the letterhead.

She then idly twirled her pen, her gaze fixed on the man seated opposite her.

The two of them lingered in the study, with Mu Yichen refusing to rush her: ”If you can’t finish it in half an hour, then only I get to call the shots afterward!”

Qin Mu gently rested the pen against her chin and curiously asked him, ”Be honest, if it weren’t for the family’s massive business empire waiting for you to inherit, you probably would’ve become a teacher, right? Teaching was your real dream, wasn’t it?”

Mu Yichen...

”Come on, say it!”

Qin Mu raised her eyebrows, her curiosity practically glowing.

Mu Yichen let out a helpless sigh: ”Say what? If you don’t finish, I’m about to carry you away!”

Qin Mu immediately caved, dropping her head to focus on the reflection letter as she wrote the first word: I...

I what?

”I know I was wrong—shouldn’t have smoked!”

Qin Mu continued writing in neat, graceful handwriting. Mu Yichen watched her letters with a quiet admiration—they were as beautiful as her.

Qin Mu finished a line and looked up at him: ”Do you think this expresses enough sincerity?”

Mu Yichen: ”...”

”Do you think this single line is adequate?”

Qin Mu raised her delicate brows, her gaze filled with anticipation.

Mu Yichen chuckled softly, ”You still have twenty-three minutes!”

Qin Mu: ”...”

With his eyes, Mu Yichen silently asked her, ”Not happy? Bite me then!”

Qin Mu had no choice but to lower her head again, continuing to write. But aside from those two sentences, her mind was a complete blank.

”How about I dictate it to you? Writing isn’t one of my strengths—I’m better at dictation!”

Qin Mu lifted her head again to suggest. She suddenly felt like she had forgotten how to write many characters, and her attempts at writing were quickly devolving into doodling.

”Dictation? Your mouth is capable of doing plenty for me, but dictating isn’t on that list!”

”Or, would you prefer to offer a different way to admit your mistake?”

Mu Yichen casually leaned back and stretched his legs forward.

Qin Mu stared at him in disbelief: ”Pervert!”

Those two words were squeezed out despite her flustered expression!

Mu Yichen couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing her cheeks turn bright red made him want to tease her more.

”Hurry up and finish writing. Once you’re done, go to bed!”

Mu Yichen reminded her again.

Qin Mu lowered her head and resumed writing!

Two cigarette puffs had earned her days of torment—and now she was expected to write a self-reflection?

Ha!

Qin Mu felt this was possibly the most unfair deal in the world.

Occasionally glancing at him, she realized he was staring at her intently. Frightened, she quickly bowed her head, pretending to be a mischievous middle schooler trying to act like a good student diligently doodling on her paper.

”But seriously, was your original dream really to be a teacher? I thought it would’ve been something like playing basketball!”

Qin Mu suddenly looked up again, easily stirring his newly settled heart.

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes held a fleeting softness, though the intensity of his feelings toward her hadn’t diminished one bit.

”If I became a teacher, how could I provide for a woman obsessed with design like you?”