His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu now wouldn’t casually call Zhang Rujia’s name in front of him; the deceased should be respected, especially since Qin Haiming is in poor health, so she pays special attention.

”But her mother’s death has nothing to do with you, and...”

Qin Haiming frowned, reached out to put down the bowl, and lightly pinched his thumb and forefinger together.

”Do you also suspect it’s related to her, don’t you?”

Qin Mu suddenly felt that Qin Haiming shared her thoughts.

”Yes!”

Qin Haiming admitted sullenly.

Qin Mu’s sharp eyes lowered, her long lashes hiding the expression in her eyes.

For a moment, the living room fell silent. Qin Haiming thought for a while and then looked up at her: ”Be careful in every aspect. If she just wants to compete with you in design, that’s fine. But if there’s more to it, does Mu Yichen often pick you up?”

”You don’t need to worry about me, I just wanted you to know about this.”

Qin Mu realized he was worried about her and quickly explained.

”If I don’t worry about you, who else could I worry about? Mingzhu nowadays doesn’t work at the Wang Family, living a carefree life as a noble lady; only you are by my side and can often come to see me. Also, if I don’t care about you,—I’m not so great as to live for a city.”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but look at him again. Qin Haiming smiled slightly: ”When you’re settled, Dad plans to retire! Hmm?”

”Okay!”

Qin Mu lowered her eyes again, tears threatening to spill.

This time, Qin Haiming kept his gaze on her. Qin Mu left at around four. Mu Yichen called, knowing she took a taxi to the Qin Family, and told her to wait for him. Upon hearing Qin Haiming was unwell, he specially brought some supplements.

On the drive home, Qin Mu told Mu Yichen in the car: ”Today, the leader referred to himself as Dad!”

Mu Yichen: ”...”

”He also held my hand!”

Qin Mu recalled the last time the leader held her hand like this; she was seven years old.

Mu Yichen could not help but turn to look at her after hearing her words. Qin Mu also looked at him, smiling slightly: ”What’s wrong?”

”Nothing!”

Mu Yichen’s brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed, reminding himself that they are father and daughter, what’s a hand holding?

”Is he having health issues?”

”Yeah! He’s somewhat internally weak, so he’s been drinking herbal medicine these days.”

Qin Mu replied, then looked towards the roadside. Passing by a cake shop, Qin Mu said, ”I want cake.”

She’d been indulging in sweets lately, so Mu Yichen slowly parked the car by the roadside, and Qin Mu went in herself.

While waiting for her, Mu Yichen idly searched online about why women like sweets. To his surprise, some claimed it was due to having a daughter. He was startled, thinking he might have unintentionally won the prize again but then remembered Aunt Flo had just visited, so he relaxed. Others said they craved sweets during their period. Mu Yichen laughed unintentionally, then looked towards the shop again.

That thin silhouette captivated his gaze.

Qin Mu bought four desserts and came out, happy like a child, holding a dessert cup and savoring bites as if each was significantly important.

A cold wind gently blew, lifting her long hair that briefly obscured her eyes, seeming to hurt them, causing her to close them painfully before using her spoon hand to adjust her hair.

Mu Yichen sat in the warm car, quietly watching her, wondering if she was just as carefree when alone.

In a short time, countless emotions arose within him as he stared straight in her direction.

Later, Qin Mu stopped eating and ran to the car. He leaned over and pushed open the door for her, thinking she might be frozen solid.

Once inside, she pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing her pretty little face, and quickly lowered her head to take a bite of dessert, then offered it to him: ”Try it!”

Mu Yichen glanced down at her, considering that her hair had just dipped into the dessert cup. But for some reason, when she brought it close, he opened his mouth.

He then started the car and asked her: ”Why did you buy so much?”

”There are many people at home!”

Qin Mu responded briefly, continuing to eat her own.

”Next time you visit the leader’s house, bring one for him too.”

Mu Yichen didn’t speak; his deep eyes seriously focused on the road ahead, but he understood inside that this woman and her father were quietly undergoing a transformation.

The people he once thought would never interact again are now gradually approaching that father.

The reason—

Mu Yichen guessed it might be because Qin Mu had let go or perhaps because she had moved on.

When they arrived home, it suddenly began to rain; the car windows were quickly splashed by raindrops.

Autumn rain is always particularly piercing.

When the wind blows, it really stings when it hits the skin.

Just as Qin Mu was about to get off, Mu Yichen held her back: ”Wait!”

Qin Mu looked at him curiously. Mu Yichen opened the car door and got out first, ran to the back and opened the trunk, took out a black umbrella, opened it and held it over to her side.

Qin Mu then realized she’d likely been tricked before. He would often tell her that he didn’t keep an umbrella in the car, so every time he arrived home, she would go out with one to greet him.

Qin Mu glanced at him after getting out of the car. Mu Yichen directly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close as they walked in together.

Qin Mu asked him: ”Didn’t you say there’s no umbrella in the car?”

Mu Yichen released her when they reached the door, folded the umbrella, focused on the rainy outdoors, and said to her: ”It must have been the butler quietly put it in.”

Qin Mu saw him looking so serious, not at all like he was lying.

”Oh!”

Qin Mu responded casually, yet Mu Yichen, noticing her indifferent and slightly skeptical expression, looked at her seriously.

”You don’t believe it? Why would I deceive you about this?”

Mu Yichen slightly turned towards her, with a half-smiling, half-serious expression.

”Well! Whoever is involved knows best, right?”

Qin Mu’s mischievous eyes briefly caught his, then she turned to walk inside.

However, her wrist was immediately caught by Mu Yichen’s warm, strong palm.