His Beloved Treasure

He managed to remain idle, but—

”How’s Qin Mingzhu?”

He slowly walked forward, leaning against the wall and asking her.

The warm light fell on him, but it couldn’t reach her heart.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, she just put down the cup, picked up the thermos, and poured herself another cup of water.

Mu Yichen looked at her questioningly, he was clearly trying to make peace with her, yet she couldn’t tell? Couldn’t feel it?

”About last night...”

Qin Mu shook the cup, drank the remaining sips of water in one gulp, then got onto the bed, lay down, and turned her back to him to sleep.

The words Mu Yichen wanted to say, in the end, were left unsaid.

He just stood there, looking at her profile.

How stubborn could she be? How little did she understand about marital relations?

And as for their family rules, strangely enough, he couldn’t even bring himself to demand her to adhere to them now.

Later, Qin Mu couldn’t actually sleep well, her throat ached as if it was on fire after just a short while.

When he returned to bed after washing up, and half an hour passed after he turned off the light, she still hadn’t moved. It was only when she really couldn’t bear it anymore that she sat up, turned her head to prop up the pillow against the headboard, and then turned to get the thermos to pour herself some water.

Strangely, at some point her cup was half-filled with cool water, she poured a little bit of hot in, just right to drink.

Qin Mu understood in her heart, it must have been him.

Who else, besides him, would be here this late to pour her water?

But this wasn’t enough to make her forgive him just like that.

He always said she didn’t know the weight of things, but from last night to now, Qin Mu felt that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know the weight of things.

Does Mu always have to be right?

In truth, Mu Yichen wasn’t really sleeping either, turning his head to watch her for a while, seeing that she hadn’t laid back down. After a while, he finally spoke to her: ”Are you sick?”

Only then did Qin Mu subconsciously lower her head, amazed that he wasn’t asleep!

Qin Mu didn’t speak, just looked at his dark eyes staring at her, making her uncomfortable, and before her eyes began to burn again, she turned off the light and lay down.

Then she turned to her side, with her back to him.

Mu Yichen didn’t touch her, just frowned at the back of her head: ”Qin Mu, how long are you going to keep sulking? Give me a timeline?”

This, a timeline?

Indeed! Time is always the best medicine for healing wounds!

But if only time moves forward and people don’t change, this medicine is ineffective.

Two people might just drift due to the absence of suitable topics, perhaps because they no longer talk, no longer meet...

He was clearly trying hard to speak kindly with her, but no response meant no response.

——

Qin Mu began coughing in the morning, but it was a particularly dry cough, with each cough almost bringing tears to her eyes.

She made an effort to get up, clutching her throat and looking to her side, where Mu Yichen was already gone, not giving it much thought, then turned her head to the side to see the cup was already half full of water again.

She swung her legs down, sat on the edge of the bed, and poured herself another cup of water to drink, then continued coughing.

Mu Yichen stood at the bathroom door, not going over; since she didn’t want him to know she was sick, then what was the point of him going?

But did her illness really cloud her mind?

Two people lying on the same bed, how could he not know she was sick?

Qin Mu got out of bed to go to the bathroom and only then saw him, her footsteps were somewhat heavy, he frowned and looked up, then saw her standing not far, face pale.

”Qin Mu you...”

”Don’t argue with me!”

Qin Mu knew he was about to scold her, she refused, flatly refusing his scolding, then lowered her head and walked in.

If not for her wearing pajamas now, he would have carried her on his shoulder and taken her away.

Mu Yichen took a look inside, was she just planning to let herself go like this?

He turned around, standing tall behind her.

Qin Mu looked up, recognizing his cold demeanor in the mirror.

”Your hair is dull, face pale, and acting so tempered even when sick, Qin Mu, what exactly do you want?”

Qin Mu looked up at him, even breathing too hard would hurt her throat, so she chose to communicate with him through her eyes.

Mu Yichen wouldn’t be intimidated by her, he just sneered: ”Then have it your way! Whether to live or die, your life is your own! But you’d better call your dad, he might be very sad if you die.”

When he said this behind her, staring outside, there wasn’t a hint of patience in his brow, and after speaking, he left.