His Beloved Treasure

At that time, he also thought about choosing another career, but she was studying design. He figured that would probably cost a lot of money, and since his parents had given him such good conditions, he decided to give it a try. Then he could carve out a path to do what he truly wanted to do.

Later, the thing he wanted most—was just her!

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Qin Mu wasn’t aware that everything he did was to provide her with a better life. But looking into his ink-black eyes, so deeply filled with unshakable affection, she suddenly didn’t dare to ask further questions.

So, an extraordinarily reflective essay on self-examination was written just like that.

Twenty minutes later, she handed the essay to Mu Yichen.

”Here!”

Qin Mu walked over, leaned on his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stayed with him as they read the essay together.

Mu Yichen furrowed his brows slightly as he seriously finished reading the essay. ”Not bad! Next time—”

”There won’t be a next time!”

Mu Yichen raised his hand again to cover her mouth, giving a very serious and sincere promise.

Mu Yichen took her hand and kissed it, then turned to look at her. ”Back to the bedroom?”

”Mhm!”

Qin Mu obediently agreed, but she suddenly noticed that his voice earlier had sounded a bit hoarse.

Mu Yichen set the essay aside.

When Qin Mu went out and found that he was still in the study, she became a bit curious. She turned back and saw him holding a book in his hands.

”What are you doing?”

Leaning against the doorway, she stuck there like a boneless figure, curiously asking him.

”Nothing!”

Mu Yichen put the book back on the shelf, then walked out and shut the door behind him.

That evening, the light pattering rain outside never stopped. After taking a shower, the two of them lay in bed, and Mu Yichen gently held her in his arms. They shared a peaceful night of sleep.

The rain outside was cold and heavy, and the wind scattered many leaves to the ground.

In the middle of the night, Feng Fanghua quietly carried Chengcheng into her own room.

Mu Zihao, half-asleep and dazed, shifted over to make space, as if even in his dreams, he couldn’t forget the instinct to protect his grandson.

”The days are getting colder by the day, but this little guy sleeps so soundly,” Feng Fanghua whispered to Mu Zihao as she tucked the blanket over Chengcheng’s shoulder.

”Mhm! Kids aren’t afraid of the cold!”

Mu Zihao mumbled groggily.

”What do you mean, ’kids aren’t afraid of the cold’? I think it’s just you being oblivious!”

Feng Fanghua grumbled unhappily at her husband, but seeing that Mu Zihao was already drifting back to sleep, she didn’t keep complaining. She lightly rested her hand on Chengcheng’s body, holding him as she fell asleep.

Just as she was about to drift off, she faintly heard Mu Zihao mutter, ”Ah, nowadays, the grandkids have all the blessings. Nobody holds me when I sleep anymore!”

Feng Fanghua...

The old couple had been sleeping on the same bed for years. Sometimes they would each sleep on their own side, so they didn’t always cling to each other. Who would have thought he’d still complain about it?

Feng Fanghua thought to herself, Tomorrow night, I’ll hold you while you sleep. Just don’t call me too sappy!

Had they not been tempered by the passage of time, Feng Fanghua reflected, thinking back to when they first got together, during those wild, heady days...

But time had quietly taken away their youthful faces. Yet after enduring, she felt grateful—grateful for Mu Zihao always staying by her side, and grateful that time hadn’t worn down their relationship.

Morning!

The light pattering rain had finally stopped!

Sunlight bathed the earth, casting a golden glow on the asphalt roads.

In the city, people were on their way to work, while some headed toward quieter or more special places.

Qin Mu was also driving to the JY Store, listening to soothing, calming music.

When she reached the parking lot beside the store, she parked, stepped out, and gazed toward the entrance from afar. She saw staff attentively cleaning the windows, while the store manager was busy on a call, squeezing through the doorway.

Everyone was bustling—for life, for passion, for discovering the meaning of work.

When Qin Mu arrived at the entrance, the two girls cleaning the windows smiled and nodded to greet her, so she smiled back and nodded at them.

Once she pushed open the door, the store manager, who had just finished their call at the checkout counter, turned and spotted her. They immediately smiled and waved at her.

The two of them then sat in the lounge area, drinking coffee and chatting.

Qin Mu noticed the store manager had dyed their hair back to black. Smiling unconsciously, she remarked, ”Although some people say black is plain, without a doubt, it truly suits you perfectly.”

The store manager shyly smiled, running a hand through their mushroom-cut hair, now trimmed an inch shorter.

Soon, customers began arriving, and everyone got busy. Qin Mu sat quietly by herself, guarding her half-finished cup of coffee and flipping through the promotional catalogs for this season.