His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen and Qin Mu didn’t speak, just gazed at each other.

This meal, letting it go is fine, though there would be a sense of suffocation in the heart.

If they didn’t have this meal, it wouldn’t just be suffocating, the whole family probably wouldn’t be able to have dinner.

So Qin Mu still stood up, and Mu Yichen followed her downstairs.

Even if, at this moment, neither appreciated the other, they still sat and ate together.

It’s like, even if the ties of love have weakened, they are still family—an unchangeable fact for anyone.

The elders saw them come out for the meal and thought there might still be a chance for reconciliation, which eased their minds a bit.

The dinner that night was especially quiet, as everyone chose silence, despite having endless questions they wanted to ask the two of them.

After dinner, Mu Yichen was kept in the living room by the old man and Mu Zihao, while Qin Mu was called to a room by Feng Fanghua, and the children were taken upstairs to play.

Qin Mu was not feeling well physically, and Feng Fanghua kept throwing a fit, so she remained mostly silent.

Downstairs, however, the three men were chatting quite peacefully.

The old man sat in the main seat, squinting at his grandson: ”So you’re saying you two are bound to break up?”

”When you pursued her back then, you knew she wasn’t easy to get along with. Later, when you two wanted to get married, I also asked you, knowing she had a problematic personality and getting along would be troublesome, you still wanted to marry her? Do you forget how you replied to me then?”

Mu Zihao also reminded Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen, sitting on a single sofa, felt reminded, felt criticized, and couldn’t help but feel that life was now considerably tough.

”Then was then, and it’s just a temporary separation now.”

Mu Yichen had no choice but to say so.

”Temporary separation?”

”Because of Qin Mingzhu, she was upset with me, what else could I do but let her go?”

”Apologize! You’ve stayed by her side for over ten years before, regardless of her tantrums; why not now?”

”Before, she was young, needed someone around. Now she’s no longer the little girl she once was. Why should I stay and endure her temper every day?”

As soon as Mu Yichen finished, the two men’s brows furrowed even tighter.

”You little brat, Mumu is such a good girl, yet you pitch a fit? Just for her diligence and doing everything for our family, you have no right to argue with her. If you hadn’t mentioned her going to Paris tonight, maybe nothing would have happened.”

The old man still had a stern face.

”If that brat Jiang Yan dares do that to your sister, see if I don’t give him a hard time. Only Qin City mayor, knowing nothing, allows you to bully his precious daughter this way.”

Mu Zihao said slowly.

Mu Yichen didn’t speak again, letting his father and grandfather criticize him, delivering a vivid lesson.

When he returned to the room, Qin Mu was already in bed after a shower, so Mu Yichen took a shower too and lay down beside her.

Qin Mu lay on her side, and he rested on his pillow, staring at the ceiling.

The room was filled with depression and silence.

Qin Mu fell asleep by eleven, not having trouble sleeping due to the impending separation.

So did Mu Yichen.

However, the next morning, he woke up before dawn.

”If you’re leaving, better go now!”

”What?”

Qin Mu woke up groggy, thinking, are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?

”Aren’t you taking the kids with you? If you wait any longer, once they’re awake, you won’t be able to leave.”

Mu Yichen got out of bed and looked for clothes to wear.

Qin Mu, sitting on the bed, watched him groggily, slowly realizing his words, quickly got out of bed.

It was still dark outside.

The two hurriedly pulled the little ones out from under the covers, all stuffed into Qin Mu’s arms.

”I’ll have someone send your luggage tomorrow. Take good care of the kids!”

Mu Yichen reminded her as he drove her to the airport.

At this time, the city was just beginning to show the light of dawn.

The streets were extraordinarily empty, a kind of hush rarely seen during the day.

”Of course I will!”

Qin Mu, sitting behind, looked down at one little one asleep on each side of her lap, feeling reluctant to let them bear hardships with her.

At the airport, Mu Yichen said, ”Good luck!”

”You too!”

Qin Mu gave him a glance, his gaze still so cold that it chilled her heart.

Mu Yichen said nothing more, watching her as she led sleepy-eyed Huanhuan and carried Chengcheng, turning to leave.