His Beloved Treasure

”Don’t want to make things difficult for you!”

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Qiao Yi sat in Mu Yichen’s office for half an hour the next day. Mu Yichen watched him remain silent and didn’t rush him, quietly looking through files until Qiao Yi suddenly spoke up after half an hour: ”Yichen, shouldn’t I be getting married now?”

Mu Yichen lifted his eyes but didn’t say a word, though his dark eyes were full of questions.

Qiao Yi felt like his gaze was a black hole ready to suck him in, and hurriedly explained: ”I just feel like I’m at the right age for marriage. My parents keep urging me, and Xi Meng seems quite suitable to be a wife, don’t you think?”

Qiao Yi was visibly nervous, although he tried hard to suppress his tension while speaking.

”Xi Meng is indeed the perfect choice as a wife, but you’re not exactly the best choice as a husband.”

Mu Yichen hesitantly mentioned this, glanced at him, then lowered his eyes to continue looking at his files.

Qiao Yi...

”Brother, I’m talking serious here, I’m serious!”

Qiao Yi leaned forward slightly in excitement, gripping the table edge, his eyes staring at Mu Yichen in urgency and hollowness.

”I’m not just brushing you off!”

Mu Yichen lifted his eyes again, very seriously.

Qiao Yi felt hurt once more, feeling on the brink of madness.

He went to find Jing Feng, but Jing Feng was busy with official duties and had no time for him, so he came to find Mu Yichen, hoping Mu Yichen would have a change of heart and give him some analysis, but...

Mu Yichen, always the same old Mu Yichen.

”Alright then, tell me, should I propose or not? — I mean, the marriage proposal!”

Qiao Yi leapt up anxiously from his chair, hands on his hips, standing beside the chair and staring directly at Mu Yichen, waiting for him to point out a path to follow.

Mu Yichen, head down looking at files, couldn’t focus and helplessly set the file down: ”It’s your life decision, make it yourself.”

Don’t trouble the brothers about it in the future.

This is why nobody gives him advice; the brothers can help him pursue girls, but when it comes to marriage decisions, he has to make them himself.

”If I could decide for myself, would I be here talking to you? Do you not know she used to ask me ten times a day if we should get married, and now she doesn’t mention a word, and last night she didn’t even want to let me in her home, you know how I felt at that moment? I wanted to rush in, whether she agreed or not.”

Yet, in truth, he waited until Xi Meng agreed before daring to go in, and inside him it was turmoil, while outwardly he remained dignified.

Xi Meng was actually standing outside, originally coming to report on work, but ended up hearing the voice of the man who had clung to her all night in bed the previous night.

Though he was not young, he still seemed clueless as a child concerning marriage.

Xi Meng was feeling urgent about marriage matters, wanting it as soon as possible.

But then she suddenly remembered her mother’s words, that one should not rush love.

So, forget it! A year or two doesn’t make much difference.

She pushed open the door as Qiao Yi asked Mu Yichen: ”How about I propose now?”

”There’s no need!”

Qiao Yi and Mu Yichen simultaneously turned their heads towards the door.

Xi Meng strode in, holding files, and stood in front of Qiao Yi, seriously looking up at the embarrassed Qiao Yi: ”There’s no need to rush; wait until you’re ready.”

Qiao Yi...

”Boss, these are the documents that need your signature today, and this week’s schedule is also included. I’ll be leaving now.”

Mu Yichen said nothing, and after Xi Meng left the office fell into silence.

Qiao Yi felt like a helpless young wife, utterly useless.

Forcing a woman to be so strong, how could he stoop to such a level?

A man over 1.80 meters tall and thirty years old, navigating dealings with business partners and foes with ease, yet so indecisive when it comes to women, to major marital matters.

Mu Yichen wasn’t eager to talk to him, knowing that he indeed disappointed Mu Yichen, and let the brothers down too, waiting for him...

Waiting for him to propose to Xi Meng?

Qiao Yi was startled by this thought, but quickly left.

Mu Yichen finally lifted his eyes to the door, knowing that Qiao Yi was finally going to do what he should be doing.

Xi Meng’s hands were on the keyboard, but she had been clenching them tightly just moments ago, feeling nervous, unsure about whether it was right to burst in and say those things, but upon hearing the door open, she instantly loosened her hands on the keyboard.