His Beloved Treasure

"Qinqin? What’s wrong? Qinqin?"

Xiaomei noticed Qin Mu suddenly went quiet and sensed something was wrong.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, she just stood there, and when Xiaomei gently touched her, the phone in her hand slipped from her palm, dropping to the floor.

With a ’bang’, the phone didn’t break but bounced several times across the floor.

"Qinqin!"

Xiaomei was frightened; Qin Mu’s face turned expressionless, no, it should be as pale as paper.

She stood woodenly in place, staring at a point for a long time, her eyes hollow and empty.

Since childhood, all the moments she spent with her father seemed to flash before her eyes like a movie playing backward, drawing her back to the year when Qin Haiming held her; that year she was five, still the little princess in Qin Haiming’s arms.

Suddenly she seemed to see the day she was born, Qin Haiming receiving her from the nurse and looking at her tenderly.

Then everything seemed to abruptly shatter into irreparable shards of glass.

A sudden intense headache struck her; as her friends said, she indeed regretted it.

"Dad!"

She suddenly called out, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice lost clarity, and then she quickly turned and ran outside.

Xiaomei, nervous, turned to watch her and heard her call "Dad," sensing something bad, she immediately took out the phone from her denim shorts while chasing after Qin Mu.

Ever since she returned to the country, although their father-daughter relationship improved over the past two years, the first two years were full of conflicts. Having not seen each other for many years, there was much to reconcile. Just when Qin Mu felt everything was naturally improving, everything seemed hopeful, but now...

Xiang Hang was still thinking about his issues with Wang Li, then turned around and saw a familiar car speeding out of a parking lot. He instinctively turned, then saw Xiaomei rushing out of the studio, immediately stepping forward.

"What’s going on?"

"Follow quickly, it seems something happened to her father!"

Xiaomei hurriedly said to him.

Xiang Hang’s mind buzzed, immediately running to his car, and while getting in, he called Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen had already received the call and rushed to the scene.

The car was parked by the roadside and suddenly exploded.

Uncle Wang had just gone to buy water, and when he turned back, Qin Haiming was inside reading a newspaper, unaware of the danger.

By the time Qin Mu arrived, the area was cordoned off by the police, preventing outsiders from getting close, but some cars were stopping nearby to watch.

She dared not approach, every step felt like a knife cutting through her heart.

The man she hated for over a decade, just like that...

Quiet and silent, just days ago she had tea in his office, chatted; feeling at a loss for topics, she left quickly, vowing never to return to his office.

But now...

Mu Yichen and Xiang Hang’s cars arrived behind her, but now their arrival was meaningless.

"Miss, I’m sorry for your father, I’m sorry for you too, it’s all my fault!"

Uncle Wang, holding some of Qin Haiming’s possessions not destroyed in the explosion, approached Qin Mu slowly, knelt before her.

Qin Mu was already numb with pain until she saw the items in Uncle Wang’s arms, tears suddenly welled up.

She felt her hands shaking, almost unable to hold them up.

"Miss..."

Uncle Wang, looking at Qin Mu, wanted to show concern but was speechless. Even he, nearing the end of his days, couldn’t accept what had happened.

"Qin Haiming, come back to me!"

"Qin Haiming, come back to me!"

"Qin Haiming, come back to me! Do you hear me! Come back to me!"

She suddenly turned to the ruined car, shouting incessantly.

Mu Yichen stood not far from her, realizing he had to step forward, stopping her as she attempted to run forward.

"Don’t go!"

Mu Yichen held her tightly from behind, whispering in her ear.

"Dad, come back! Come back!"

Her strength drained, she murmured weakly.

Mu Yichen held her tightly, at that moment he didn’t know how to comfort her, only clinging to her.

Xiang Hang and the bodyguards assigned to protect Qin Haiming stood nearby, not daring to approach.

To Qin Mu, it was an irreparable calamity.

Yang Bo, after completing the statement inside, came out to face the couple, at a loss for words.

"Xiaomu, my condolences."

It was the only thing he could say to Qin Mu.

Listening, Qin Mu turned and pushed Mu Yichen away, tears filled with a fierce gaze at him: "Didn’t you say you’d protect him? How did you protect him?"

She suddenly screamed with icy rage, the hatred in her eyes making Mu Yichen feel hollow.

On a clear day, how could she grieve?

Qin Mu looked at Mu Yichen, then returned to Uncle Wang, helping him up, took the belongings the police had recovered from his arms, though trembling, she accepted and said, "This has nothing to do with you. Call Qin Mingzhu, tell her to come back, no need to explain why."

After instructing Uncle Wang, Qin Mu turned and left.

Mu Yichen stood there, unable to follow, only turning to Xiang Hang, who immediately got back into the car to follow her.

Qin Mu drove to the crematorium, remembering a visit as a child to send off her mother.

This time, she sent off her father.

Finally, her father and mother could meet again!

Qin Mu, trembling, used the car’s GPS to find the way to the crematorium, and drove there quickly.

Xiang Hang’s car followed, reporting Qin Mu’s status to Mu Yichen over the phone.

When Qin Mu emerged, she held a delicate little box, extremely small, yet she clutched it firmly as if holding a precious secret.

The scorching sun made it difficult for people to keep their eyes open.

She got in the car again, this time driving to a once-hated place, now her sole refuge in helplessness.

When Qin Mu returned home with the urn, the maid watched in disbelief at the door.

Even Qin Mu, until now, couldn’t accept how a perfectly fine person could suddenly disappear.

He seemed still there, working in his office? Or perhaps in a meeting somewhere?

Or maybe on a business trip?

Qin Mu pondered, her legs weakened, slowly walking inside.

"Miss, this..."