His Beloved Treasure

Feng Fanghua thought the two of them had reconciled last night.

”No problem!”

Mu Yichen paused slightly, said that, and then left.

But who would believe he was fine?

Feng Fanghua looked inside worriedly, but Mu Zihao shook his head, indicating that she shouldn’t follow up and ask.

Mu Yichen’s car and Qin Mu’s car stopped simultaneously at the intersection, with one going straight and the other turning.

Huanhuan, feeling bored looking out the window, spotted her dad’s car, excitedly turned around, rolled down the window, and shouted.

Mu Yichen slightly turned his head, saw his adorable daughter waving at him, and finally managed to raise his eyebrows and smile a little.

But the woman driving in front didn’t look outside, and even said to Huanhuan inside the car: ”Mu Chenghuan, sit tight!”

”Oh!”

Huanhuan knew her mom wasn’t happy today, so she obediently sat still.

”Mommy, did you argue with daddy?”

After seeing Mu Yichen’s car drive away, Huanhuan asked Qin Mu.

”Yes! But why do you ask? Do you think your parents are always arguing?”

Qin Mu glanced at Huanhuan, asking her nonchalantly.

”Just seems a little frequent!”

Huanhuan replied with a sensible look, scratching her little mouth.

”Oh?”

The light turned green, and Qin Mu drove forward, asking Huanhuan along the way.

”It’s what Grandma said!”

Huanhuan said, looking silly as if not wanting to take the blame.

Qin Mu helplessly let out a light smile: ”So it was Grandma who said it!”

”Yeah!”

Huanhuan was in a very good mood after clearing her suspicion, looking out the window again. The sunshine was nice, and so was her mood.

She seemed already used to her parents arguing.

Qin Mu, however, was slightly puzzled seeing how indifferent Huanhuan was. Would this girl be emotionally apathetic? Like whom?

Qin Mu thought, it certainly wouldn’t be like her, as she was a person of rich emotions.

After Huanhuan went to school, Qin Mu drove to the studio, receiving a message from Wen Runuan: ”Sorted!”

Qin Mu glanced at WeChat, a bit incredulous. Li Yu agreed to shoot for them again?

But she just told Mr. Mu that Li Yu refused to cooperate with JY. Mr. Mu must be very angry, very disappointed, right?

However, even if he wasn’t disappointed or angry, they were probably done.

Qin Mu still remembered that after she hit him once, Mu Yichen stopped talking. When he came to his senses, he let her go and got out of bed.

As if nothing had happened!

As if they had never loved!

Qin Mu felt a dull pain in her chest.

At ten in the morning, while she was drawing, Qin Mingzhu sent her a message: ”As expected, Bian Jingwen came to me!”

Qin Mu raised her hand to slightly tilt the phone, opened WeChat, and sent back a smiling emoji.

Qin Mingzhu was still sitting in the café with Bian Jingwen, who exuded confidence and sat in front of Qin Mingzhu like an elder sister who knew her well. Seeing Qin Mingzhu looking down and texting, she smiled and asked: ”Texting Qin Mu?”

Qin Mingzhu looked up, blinked, and replied coolly: ”None of your business?”

”I really don’t know how your parents taught you. Are you always so foul-mouthed?”

Bian Jingwen laughed disapprovingly at Qin Mingzhu’s behavior.

”Me, foul-mouthed? Really? Besides, even if I were foul-mouthed, wouldn’t it be better than having a filthy heart like some people?”

Qin Mingzhu had no regard for Bian Jingwen, especially her attitude, which made her want to give Bian Jingwen a good beating.

”Mingzhu, now that you know our relationship, do you have to speak to me like this? I’m a few years older, your elder sister.”

”Elder sister? We are not that close. My parents only had one daughter, me, of course. My dad’s ex-wife also had a daughter. As you know, she’s Qin Mu, the designer who’s better than you, the one whose assistant just beat you in a design competition. Oh, and I heard you even cheated? Eww, our family doesn’t have people that shameless.”

Qin Mingzhu kept talking without stopping, full of reasoning.

Qin Mu wouldn’t get so mad at her, but Bian Jingwen was genuinely upset, her breath uneven: ”We were born from the same mom, isn’t that enough?”

”We are from the same mom? Then where were you when mom died?”

Qin Mingzhu’s big eyes glared, full of reason.

”What?”

Bian Jingwen stuttered, her expression tense.