His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1334: Chapter 378: Overbearing (Part 4)

Last night, Mu Yichen had already planned his course of action, but now it seemed inappropriate to Mr. Jing and Jing Feng.

”In short, you just want everyone in Rongcheng to see my granddaughter as a joke.”

”A joke? She brought that upon herself!”

”Now you’re living a happy life with your wife, yet you still want to make life difficult for my granddaughter who only got married in her thirties? Mu Yichen, you really are a narrow-minded man.”

The old man knew there was no room for redemption; he was heartbroken, disappointed, and even the anger had been drowned out by disappointment.

”Once you’ve figured this out, feel free to find me, and let Jing Feng know as well. I have matters to attend to, so I must take my leave!”

After finishing his words, Mu Yichen stood up, adjusted his suit slightly, and left resolutely.

The grandfather and grandson, one lowered his head in silence, while Jing Feng looked worriedly at his grandfather’s excessively angry expression.

Mr. Jing almost shed tears but ended with a rueful laugh.

”In my entire life, I’ve never felt so humiliated as I have in the past few years. Xiaofeng, grandpa is truly getting old! I can’t help you and your sister anymore!”

The old man slowly sank into the sofa back, leaning his head against the top of the sofa, his eyes full of helplessness.

Jing Feng slightly lowered his head: ”I’ll talk with Xiaoqing about this. If she truly understands, she shouldn’t be thinking about things she shouldn’t.”

”She’s just an ordinary girl!”

The old man sighed, feeling a bit unwilling to burden his granddaughter.

”She’s not an ordinary girl; she’s a child of the Jing Family. She should take on responsibility.”

After speaking, Jing Feng intended to call Jing Qing, but seeing his grandfather’s state, he dared not leave.

”Grandpa! Actually, you could think about it another way. I think Yichen’s proposal is quite good; otherwise, this marriage for Xiaoqing has indeed been long in coming. I recently bought a house over there precisely for when you and mom and dad visit her in the future.”

”The house you bought? Where did you get so much money?”

The old man then looked up at his grandson.

”You forgot, I’m a shareholder of AM!”

Jing Feng chuckled quietly and said softly.

Only then did the old man realize that their family had a hidden source of wealth.

But he still hoped to follow the tradition of having his granddaughter marry from their own home.

”Go call Xiaoqing first, don’t force her. A girl getting married should be happy.”

”Got it!”

After the old man nodded, Jing Feng got up and left.

Helian Hao had been upstairs the whole time, listening to all the conversation downstairs but didn’t appear. When Jing Feng went up, he saw Helian Hao standing at the corner with an empty cup in hand.

”It seems the talk didn’t go well!”

Helian Hao whispered to him.

”Not necessarily!”

Jing Feng naturally put his arm around her waist and led her into the room, clearly not suitable to go downstairs to refill her cup now.

”Not necessarily? Would Grandpa agree for Jing Qing not to marry from home?”

”Since it’s quite far, why not settle over there first? The wedding doesn’t have to be so long, and conveniently, mom and dad worry about unexpected changes. If we go over, that worries would lessen, wouldn’t it?”

Hearing Jing Feng’s analysis, Helian Hao became slightly excited; she also didn’t want Jing Qing to host a grand wedding in the city, with citizens gossiping about it.

”Sounds reasonable, should we tell mom and dad?”

”Of course!”

Jing Feng said to her and took out his phone to call Jing Qing.

Helian Hao then quietly sent a WeChat message to Qin Mu: ”Jing Feng is calling Jing Qing, it seems they won’t be marrying from the city.”

Qin Mu, who was in the studio making a coat for Mu Yichen, saw the phone light up while cutting fabric. She glanced at it with calm eyes, without any ripple.

”Hmm!”

After receiving the single-word response, Helian Hao put down her phone, thinking Qin Mu had truly let it go.

Qin Mu continued to diligently make the clothes for Mu Zong. Now, for her, nothing was more important than the task at hand.

Qin Mu wondered what Mu Zong’s reaction would be when he saw this outfit?

She had lunch in the studio; it was too hot, and she didn’t want to take even one more step, so she ordered food to be delivered to the studio, while the others preferred freshly made food outside.

Suddenly in the afternoon, it began to rain; those who went out to eat from the studio got caught in it, even running back quickly.

Qin Mu had long resumed her work upstairs, as if such weather made working more suitable.

When the phone rang, she didn’t look before answering, holding the scissors in her other hand: ”Hello?”