His Beloved Treasure

Perhaps, when he first built this hotel, it was indeed for her. But to maintain such a grand hotel and keep it running so successfully, only he himself would know how much effort it took.

Even though Jing Feng has shares in the hotel, it’s obvious that Young Master Jing is more devoted to his main job. Jing Feng is an excellent prosecutor, but as a shareholder...

Sometimes, Qin Mu thought, they were like family.

But there was no such thing as a perfect family, which is why there was that episode with Jing Qing.

Qin Mu thought about the moment before Jing Qing left, when they ran into each other here.

Did Jing Qing see her too?

She likely just pretended not to.

In the afternoon, Qin Mu received a WeChat message from Mu Yichen: ”Let’s go watch a movie tonight!”

Qin Mu was resting on his spacious, soft leather couch. After reading his message, she sent him a selfie along with a playful reply: ”At your command, Mr. Mu!”

Mu Yichen was in his office smoking. When he opened the picture and glanced at it, he immediately took a deep drag from his cigarette.

He had to admit, his wife’s collarbones were breathtakingly beautiful—so much so that he needed to calm down with a smoke.

His sharp, chiseled features, the piercing gaze in his eyes, his thin and indifferent lips, and those hands that one couldn’t help but imagine being touched by—every bit of him was dangerously seductive.

He gazed wickedly at the woman in the photo, then, with a tinge of mischief, sent her a message: ”Undo the buttons of your shirt and let me have a look!”

Qin Mu: ”Is the focus really the shirt? Shouldn’t the focus be that I’m currently in Mr. Mu’s office, huh?”

Only then did Mu Yichen look closer at the photo. That couch—it really was his.

”What are you doing there?”

”I felt a little drowsy after having lunch with Wen Runuan, so I came up to take a quick nap.”

Mu Yichen thought to himself: He had been reviewing documents in his office all afternoon, while that woman had been lying on his couch the entire time. If he had known, he would have taken his documents to her and stolen a few warm moments together.

This autumn chill—it’s the kind that makes you long for someone to warm the bed for you.

To have skin-to-skin contact, day and night, without the slightest gap between them.

Mu Yichen put on his coat; the movie was booked for 6 PM, and it was now 4:30 PM.

He decided to pick her up at the hotel. Before the movie started, they’d even have time to get a bit closer.

Besides, it would save them the hassle of both driving separate cars and then not being able to ride back home together—something about that always felt a little off.

But just as he grabbed his coat and walked to the door, opening it, he heard a sudden ”slap” sound.

Mu Yichen instinctively froze in place, listening to the conversation outside.

”If you can’t marry me, why did you bother to string me along?”

Secretary Xi, feeling wronged, finally lost her temper at Qiao Yi, even landing a slap across his face.

Qiao Yi stared at her in disbelief. In his eyes, Secretary Xi had always been a calm and composed person, but now...

”Stop coming to bother me. If it’s not work-related, please don’t come upstairs anymore. It wasn’t easy for me to get this good job, and I don’t want to have to resign because of you—do you understand?”

Secretary Xi tilted her head up at the much taller man, whose courage, she felt, was much smaller than hers. Her voice was filled with sheer disappointment as she reminded him.

At that moment, the entire space grew silent. It was as if the sound of that slap was still reverberating faintly in the air.

That slap—like an endless rain of slaps landing on Qiao Yi’s face over and over—was what it felt like to him, at least.

”You’re right. Since I can’t take responsibility, and since you refuse to give me more time, fine! I promise I won’t wander up here for no reason anymore.”

Qiao Yi nodded slightly. After saying this, he turned around and walked away coldly.

Secretary Xi stood there, her back ramrod straight, yet she felt as if her body no longer belonged to her. Even so, she stood tall, her hands slowly balling into tight fists.

Mu Yichen sighed and rubbed his temples in exasperation, thinking, That Qiao Yi kid, he really needs someone to knock some sense into him.

Secretary Xi unintentionally noticed that the CEO’s office door was open. Realizing something, she quickly lowered her head and hurried to the restroom.

Afterward, Mu Yichen stepped out of his office and headed straight for the elevator.

Meanwhile, Qin Mu, unable to find proper paper, grabbed a random sheet. When inspiration struck, any available scrap with some space on it was enough for her to start sketching.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment idea to try out how sitting in Mr. Mu’s chair felt, which was why she was sitting behind his large office desk.

By the time Mu Yichen arrived, it was already past 5 PM. When he opened the door, he saw her sitting there, focused on her drawing.

Because she was so slender, she didn’t stand out at first glance.

It felt like it took Mu Yichen ages to finally notice her clearly. By the time Qin Mu realized he was there, he had already been standing at her side for a while, quietly watching her sketch with unwavering attention.