His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1491: Chapter 419: Tell Him to Get Lost_3

As Wang Xuewu spoke, spittle sprayed out, but his words were full of anger.

”What did you call me? Do you dare call me that again?”

Brother Hang immediately poked his chest with a stick, becoming even more ruthless.

”Bitch, Qin Mu is just a bitch. Don’t make any sudden moves, or I’ll fight you all!”

As Wang Xuewu said this, he suddenly pulled out a spring-loaded knife from his jacket pocket and assumed a stance.

”Oh, aha! So you do have a weapon!”

Brother Hang chuckled lightly.

The others looked at him with contemptuous eyes, a group of men dealing with one, afraid he wouldn’t do anything with a knife? Unless he knows kung fu.

But the only ones who know kung fu here are the handsome bodyguards.

”If you’re out in the world, you have to bring more with you! Hmph! Although I don’t know how much that bitch paid you, if we cooperate in kidnapping her, ask for a billion, then split it, you seven, me three, how about it?”

Wang Xuewu thought about it. He definitely couldn’t beat them, so he suddenly came up with an idea.

”Kidnapping? You’ve got ideas, huh? But us seven, you three? Kid, for you alone to claim three when we’re splitting seven among all of us, bit greedy, don’t you think?”

”Then, then I’ll take two, two is okay, right?”

Seeing an opportunity, Wang Xuewu moved his feet and asked them, still cautious in his gaze.

The group couldn’t help but exchange glances and then laughed.

Brother Hang laughed too, lowering his head, baffled by the existence of such an idiot.

But Mu Yichen intends to uncover this man’s misdeeds within the week and drive him out of the city.

Now, looking at the two knives taken from him, Brother Hang felt they might come in handy.

Ten minutes later, when Wang Xuewu was beaten to a pulp on the ground, Brother Hang crouched in front of him, holding his knife, seeing the blood trickling from his mouth. He frowned, patting his face with the knife, saying: ”Kid, next time you won’t be so lucky. Don’t make us work too hard; drive yourself away! Okay?”

Wang Xuewu left, and Brother Hang secretly placed a surveillance tracker inside his clothes.

”You two follow him, don’t let him out of your sight for a moment. After beating him like this, he’ll surely hate Mu’s wife even more! So, every second from now on, we have to watch him closely.”

”Understood!”

With Brother Hang’s orders, the men nodded and then got in their cars to keep an eye on him.

The butler, who watched the whole scene, felt as if he’d watched a martial arts movie, but the opponent was too weak.

When everyone returned in the evening, the entrance had long been quiet again, and of course, Mu Yichen knew what happened outside the gate that afternoon.

However, he didn’t mention it in front of the elders or Qin Mu.

Naturally, Qin Mu wouldn’t bring it up either; some things are not suitable for the elders to know in detail.

The old man’s back recovered quickly within a few days, and his mood improved significantly, and during dinner, he chatted with them about other people’s gossip.

Dinner ended in a relaxed and enjoyable manner. After dinner, everyone sat together to have some tea, and then Qin Mu took Huanhuan to bed. A few minutes later, Mu Yichen carried Chengcheng on his shoulder, seeing him rubbing his eyes sleepily, unwilling to sleep, Mu Yichen chose to help him to bed.

Feng Fanghua, Mu Zihao, and the old man remained sitting on the sofa; the elders would chat endlessly.

”He never properly holds Chengcheng! The kid’s body is so precious; what if he gets bumped or hurt.”

Feng Fanghua couldn’t help but mumble a bit when seeing her son carrying her grandson upstairs.

”He knows it well enough!”

Mu Zihao replied calmly to Feng Fanghua.

Feng Fanghua didn’t retort; she, of course, knew Mu Yichen was aware. She was simply worried about accidents. One time, Mu Yichen accidentally bumped Chengcheng’s little head on the door frame, and thinking about it still made Feng Fanghua ache.

In Huanhuan’s room, Qin Mu accompanied her to bed, Huanhuan lying on the bed looking up and saying to the person beside her: ”Mommy, my teacher wants to ask you for a signed photo, is that okay?”

Qin Mu looked down at her daughter, blinking in confusion: ”Hmm! Teacher wants Mommy’s signed photo?”

”Yeah! Teacher says she really likes Mommy and wants a signed photo.”

Huanhuan nodded, blinking her cute big eyes and told Qin Mu.

”Well then, no problem of course! But Mommy hasn’t taken any photos recently, is an old one okay?”

Qin Mu thought about it; she rarely printed photos lately, so she wasn’t sure if people would like the old ones.