His Beloved Treasure

Mu Yichen stood there, his heartbeat growing more intense, as if it were trying to leap out, painfully so.

If she wasn’t holding their son at that moment, he would rush up to kiss her, telling her not to randomly date other men in Paris.

But as things were now, he could only watch her proudly walk away.

The two little ones were already fast asleep on his private plane, and after Qin Mu bid him a simple farewell, she left.

She really didn’t understand why he suddenly was so eager to send her away?

Three days later, Helian Hao called her: ”Did you know something happened with the Bian Family? Bian Jingwen was videotaped drunk, spending the night with a boy outside, and it’s been uploaded online. Also, a designer is suing her for plagiarism, her career in your circle is basically over, isn’t it? How are you doing over there?”

It was then that Qin Mu understood why Mu Yichen sent her away so early.

She was still staying in the apartment, three days had passed, and she hadn’t immediately thrown herself into work, as her mind felt overgrown with weeds, she couldn’t think at all.

She simply entrusted Xiaomei and another colleague to take good care of the studio in Rongcheng, handed over all the studio matters there, then busied herself at home cleaning, cooking, and tending to the children.

Feng Fanghua sent her videos every morning and evening, presumably for Huanhuan and Chengcheng.

Friends occasionally showed their concern for her via WeChat.

That afternoon, after the kids’ nap, she was watering the green plants on the balcony, looking at the resiliently growing succulents, she suddenly felt it was time to contact Jian Yan and get to work.

As for that man, since he said he wouldn’t come, she wouldn’t hold any illusions.

——

One month later!

Qin Mu started frequenting JY.

Busy in the studio with Hu Xiaobin’s wedding gown, Jian Yan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow admiringly, learning she was designing a wedding gown for the daughter of a mob boss, he looked at the pure, white gown with a hint of a smile.

The two little ones ran around with other older brothers and sisters in the studio, occasionally Huanhuan would pick up a veil from who knows where and wear it on her head, Chengcheng covered his mouth, pointed at his sister with the veil on and laughed bending over with glee.

”Not planning to go back?”

Later, Jian Yan stood by her and asked.

”Too many trivial matters over there, I couldn’t focus on work.”

Qin Mu spoke while lowering her head, sewing the wedding gown, seeming unconcerned.

Jian Yan looked up at her, seeing her press a pearl against her lips, pinching one into the thread, then taking the one from her lips and threading it through, after threading about a dozen pearls from the footstool box beside her, she straightened her waist slightly, then bent back down, stitching the pearls onto the wedding gown.

He didn’t plan to interfere with her project, feeling that Qin Mu’s current state was very good, honestly, he himself felt hesitant to leave.

In Rongcheng, Qin Mu was easily disturbed by various matters, whereas in Paris, she was focused, industrious, fully absorbed in their business.

”Then don’t go back! There’s a fashion show next month, it’s easier for me with you here.”

Jian Yan said, pulling a simple chair to sit beside her, then couldn’t resist lighting a cigarette.

Qin Mu glanced at the siblings who had run far away, Jian Yan looked at her, smiled after lighting the cigarette: ”I waited until they ran off before lighting it.”

Qin Mu merely returned a faint smile.

”Xiaomei mentioned some reasons for your return to Paris, you don’t want to share with me?”

Jian Yan asked quietly, gazing at her with so much understanding.

Qin Mu continued to fix the wedding gown, meanwhile moving her lips slightly: ”Master, I think you’re getting more and more nagging, since when did you start caring about these miscellaneous things?”

”You’re my only disciple.”

Jian Yan remarked.

Qin Mu unconsciously pressed her lips, then turned to look at him: ”I heard you got a girlfriend?”

Jian Yan hesitated, her gaze somewhat piercing.

”What if I said she’s not a girlfriend?”

Jian Yan replied.

Qin Mu’s gaze wavered slightly, asking in an offhand manner: ”Then what is she? A bedmate?”

Qin Mu had heard from studio colleagues that a girl frequently visited his apartment.

”Something like that! She’s more sensible in every way than you.”

Jian Yan looked at her and said, then smoked again.

”Everyone’s waiting with bated breath, hoping your relationship upgrades soon, so we can have wedding candies!”

Qin Mu laughed as she spoke to him, then seriously returned to work.

”Have you heard that Mu Yichen has been getting close to a female journalist recently?”