His Beloved Treasure

"I’m not with Tan Yiwen, and I don’t need to swear such a poisonous oath to you. Zhang Hongyun, you say your family cut off your financial support, and you’ve been spending lavishly during this time. Are you getting all the money from Tan Yiwen?"

Fan Qing didn’t want to go along with Zhang Hongyun and seriously asked something that was bothering her.

"He owes my family a lot, what’s a little bit of money? Besides, when men pursue women, they naturally spend money on them. It’s no big deal."

"But you’re not even dating him!"

Fan Qing was confused by Zhang Hongyun, or to be accurate, she was infuriated. She had never seen a girl as vicious and shameless as this.

"My affairs with him are none of your business, but you and him..."

"Since I shouldn’t meddle in your affairs with him, then you don’t need to worry about mine either!"

Fan Qing, hearing Zhang Hongyun’s impatient and entitled tone, repeated the same words back to her, then turned and hailed a taxi that had just arrived, got in, and left.

Zhang Hongyun was still standing by the roadside, questioning if she heard Fan Qing wrong, as Fan Qing had never defied her before. No matter what she said, Fan Qing always agreed with her.

Fan Qing left in a hurry, and Zhang Hongyun thought about it; she had an appointment to drink later, so she went to find her car.

——

The next day Luo Li arrived at the office and immediately called Fan Qing in, just as she received a call from Qin Mu.

"You agreed? Really? I’m telling you, I didn’t sleep a wink last night, afraid you’d refuse with your stubborn personality. This is great, so let’s settle it!"

Luo Li was so happy she was about to jump; although she was of considerable age, she suddenly laughed like a child. Since separating from the Wan Family, her business partners gradually distanced themselves, and she realized she had to find a new path for herself, to show she could thrive independently.

Luo Li hung up the phone and had a good talk with Fan Qing, while Qin Mu hung up and stood by the lake drinking coffee with Xiang Hang.

Xiang Hang lowered his head, pondered for a long time, and finally brought it up.

"Um, about Wang Li, I plan to give it a try!"

Qin Mu was thinking about Mu’s idea of finding someone to design this place; she suddenly heard this sentence, absent-mindedly lifted her head to look at him: "Hmm?"

"I want to give it a try with Wang Li!"

Xiang Hang glanced at her, feeling a bit guilty, and repeated himself.

Qin Mu paused for a few seconds, then couldn’t help but smile: "Hmm! Should I tell Wang Li for you?"

"No need! I’ll do it myself!"

Xiang Hang thought about it; such matters were best handled personally.

Qin Mu’s mood unconsciously improved a lot, and after finishing her coffee, she returned to her studio to busy herself with work. After all, she was going to collaborate with W on an upcoming show. Although their designs couldn’t be too unconventional, they must not fall short compared to W’s design style.

When Qin Mu went to the office, Xiaomei was behind her nagging: "Why collaborate on a show with their company? Luo Li, that old fox, is definitely trying to climb higher using your relationship with Mu."

Qin Mu helplessly sighed: "Even so, we’re no longer a secluded studio in Rongcheng, isn’t that good?"

"Though what you said is true, but didn’t you always want to be the most unique?"

Xiaomei pondered and asked her again.

"I want to be the most unique, but not isolated!"

Qin Mu explained to Xiaomei.

Upon hearing this, Xiaomei felt Qin Mu made sense. Thinking back to every time she went out, she was either ridiculed by peers or ridiculed, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Despite reassuring herself that they were merely envious of their studio, deep down, she wished for a more amiable status. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Alright! Then..."

Before Xiaomei could finish, Qin Mu’s phone on the table rang. Qin Mu walked over to answer it, her long hair cascaded down as she reached over, stretching her hand, her chest tightened for a moment, causing a dull ache.

It was Uncle Wang’s number.

Qin Mu barely thought before answering: "Hello? Uncle Wang!"

"Miss..."

Listening to Uncle Wang’s voice, Qin Mu couldn’t help but shiver internally; her eyes instantly turned blurry with dryness: "Uncle Wang, what’s wrong?"

Her voice turned very soft.

"Your father, he’s gone!"

Uncle Wang’s voice was hoarse and weak, and Qin Mu, still holding the phone, was already numb, unable to move.

Tears didn’t fall, she just stood silently by the table, as if her entire being was hollowed out, dumbly standing there.