His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen looked at her with dark eyes, still smiling gently, yet exceptionally dazzling. How could he let her go? He could only gently block her path.

Qin Mu sensed things were not right as the eldest young master’s temper flared up again. She slowly backed away, and Mu Yichen’s long legs stepped forward, slowly following her.

Only when they reached the door of their room did he take a bigger step, causing Qin Mu to reflexively dodge to the side, falling right into his trap. Mu Yichen blocked her with a wine glass in one hand, while his other hand grabbed the door handle from the other side.

As the door opened, she naturally dashed inside, completely uncontrollable, as if the ground suddenly lost its support.

Mu Yichen grabbed her wrist and pulled her against the wall beside them, dominatingly pinning her to the wall behind the door. Then, with one finger from the hand holding the wine, he forcefully closed the door.

Holding the wine, Mu Yichen’s body was already pressed ambiguously against hers, trapping her against the cold, hard wall with all escape cut off.

”What’s the matter?”

Qin Mu couldn’t stand his unwavering, bottomless gaze and asked him softly, afraid someone might overhear something they shouldn’t.

”What do you want?” Mu Yichen’s deep voice, neither cold nor warm, questioned back, his sharp black eyes penetrating into her lowered eyes.

In those dark eyes, as Qin Mu looked up, cold things seemed like tiny particles stabbing into her heart.

Alright! She recalled he hated her being alone with Jian Yan the most.

”Regardless of the circumstances, Jian Yan is still a guest! Isn’t it excessive for us to leave him alone in our daughter’s room while we keep her company?”

Qin Mu asked him, her voice light, seemingly weak, but the stubbornness in her eyes was undeniable.

”Why wouldn’t I use a free babysitter? Besides, how do you know that’s excessive? Maybe he just enjoys being alone with Mu Chenghuan?”

Mu Yichen continued to press her, seemingly indifferent.

Qin Mu stared at his lips, so thin, so sharp, her heart was slashed by his light voice as if it were a feather, a large gash from which blood flowed continuously, unable to be stopped for a while.

The air in the room began to fall silent, gradually cooling down the previously warm space.

”This man really drives me crazy with jealousy!”

Mu Yichen raised his hand, gently caressing her lips with one finger. The next moment, the words spilled out, and he bent down, forcibly tilting her chin up to meet his domineering, unstoppable kiss.

The kiss, just beginning, hurt enough to make her frown.

It seemed as if he wanted to bite down on her stubbornness, those obstinate thoughts running through her blood, trying to find a balance between him and Jian Yan. Only after a long while did he open his mouth again, his lips and teeth entangling with hers, slowly invading her breath.

Qin Mu was kissed until she almost couldn’t breathe, her head making her feel uncomfortable from prolonged tilting.

Eventually, his hand rested on the back of her neck, as if providing her a point of support.

Qin Mu had no choice but to meet his kiss and continue with him, afraid she might accidentally spill the wine in his other hand.

”Oh, there you are! Huanhuan, don’t cling to your uncle anymore, come on out with Grandma.”

”I don’t want to!”

”It’s alright!”

Three different voices, one with a questioning coax, one stubbornly resolute, and one elegant and composed.

When Qin Mu heard those voices, the hand on his chest immediately tried to push him away, but Mu Yichen only pressed harder, as if trying to merge her into the wall.

Qin Mu’s hand tensed around the fabric on his chest in the darkness, unable to move or curse, completely controlled by him.

Finally, Huanhuan, Jian Yan, and Feng Fanghua went downstairs together. As they descended, Feng Fanghua remarked, ”This child is certainly willful. No wonder her mother blames me for spoiling her. How can she cling to a guest like this, Huanhuan, will you not get off your uncle?”

”JY isn’t an uncle, he’s a handsome gentleman!”

Huanhuan being held by Jian Yan boasted about him all along the way.

There was a sudden silence on the stairs, and the couple inside couldn’t hear a thing from outside, though Jian Yan leaned his forehead against Huanhuan’s and said, ”You little trickster, you’re so sweet!”

Huanhuan giggled foolishly at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and refusing to let go.

In an upstairs bedroom, Mu Yichen pushed his forehead against Qin Mu’s, complaining breathlessly after a long kiss, ”Is it your and your daughter’s way to punish me for bringing you back? If I hadn’t brought you back, would you have been living happily in Paris with your mentor?

Mu Yichen leaned against her forehead and lowered his eyes, first noticing her clothes rumpled by him, barely covering her chest, tormenting him.

Qin Mu’s eyes lowered too, her long lashes gently twined together, rather than being angry now, she just felt a bit sorry for him.

She leaned her forehead against his, raised her hands to hold his shoulders, breathing lightly for a moment, and in the next moment, her eyes caught the sight of his beloved chest, her slender hand pressing against his chest, right where she could feel his heart beating.