His Beloved Treasure

"Then you go back tonight, with Wang Huanyu there, you can rest assured, but can I stay with you during the day? I don’t want to be home alone!"

Qin Mingzhu spoke as if she had made a significant decision.

Qin Mu glanced up at her, seeing that she clearly wanted company but hesitated to ask Qin Mu to stay. It was supposed to be a small matter but ended up being so big.

"Come to the studio to find me during the day!"

Qin Mu responded, then continued to lower her gaze, looking at Qin Haiming’s diary.

"Huh? So, you really are going back?"

Upon hearing how straightforward Qin Mu was, Qin Mingzhu suddenly panicked.

"Yes!"

Qin Mu could not let the elders worry, especially the old man, who couldn’t take prolonged concerns.

After the gradual departure of loved ones, she suddenly realized how important it was to be present and obedient.

Qin Mu gradually calmed down, differentiating reality from fantasy, knowing that returning to the Mu Family was an inevitable result.

"Alright! Oh, by the way, there’s something else. Wang Huanyu asked me to tell you that you shouldn’t blame brother-in-law! Dad had arranged people to protect him too."

After saying this, Qin Mingzhu lowered her head, biting her lip hard, unable to say anything else because as soon as she spoke, she realized her father was gone. The man who had indulged her, educated her, raised her, and cared about the development of all of Rongcheng had just left.

And after hearing Qin Mingzhu’s words, Qin Mu’s eyes froze for a moment, becoming even colder: "Don’t worry about my and Mu Yichen’s matters! And don’t worry!"

She had said similar words before, but never as decisively as this time.

"Sister, don’t be like this!"

Qin Mingzhu then realized that something was indeed wrong with Qin Mu.

"Alright, I’m done eating! You eat slowly!"

Qin Mu suddenly put down her chopsticks, which, though not heavily, still scared Qin Mingzhu when she stood up holding the diary. She didn’t dare to say anything more.

Wang Huanyu wanted her to console Qin Mu, but Qin Mu easily consoled her. It was almost impossible for her to console Qin Mu.

Qin Mu returned to the Mu Family in the afternoon. Only her grandfather was home then. Seeing her return, her grandfather immediately looked up at her and gently called her: "Mumu, come sit with Grandpa!"

"Okay!"

Qin Mu walked over, sat beside him, and noticed that there wasn’t much tea left in his cup, so she calmly picked up the teapot and refilled it for him.

"Mumu, don’t be too sad! Hmm?"

The old man seriously looked at his granddaughter-in-law, feeling very heartbroken. Qin Mu’s eyes were a bit sunken, indicating she hadn’t rested well.

"Hmm!"

Qin Mu replied with her head lowered, trying to smile but failing to do so completely.

"Your father is gone, off to another world, which might not be worse than here. Perhaps, for him, it’s a kind of relief or fulfillment?"

The old man continued to comfort her, knowing that Qin Mu couldn’t escape the grief right away, but as an elder, he didn’t want to see his young ones trapped in pain, unable to extricate themselves.

"Grandpa, don’t worry, I’m fine!"

Qin Mu smiled again, pretending to be strong as she spoke to her grandpa.

But grandpa didn’t believe her, so he could only look at her helplessly.

Qin Mu’s throat choked up for a moment, then she squatted by her grandfather’s legs, gently hugging his waist.

Now, all she wanted was to find some solace by her grandfather’s side.

Only with her grandfather would she have the courage to do so.

"Grandpa! I’m fine! Really!"

Her voice was so soft that it made one feel heartache.

The old man felt her tears yet just quietly held her without saying anything more.

Qin Mu was so strong-willed that she probably didn’t like too much comfort from others; the old man was already very pleased she could show her vulnerability around him.

Later, Qin Mu went upstairs with a bag, took a shower, and then went to bed to rest.

When Feng Fanghua and the others returned, the old man whispered: "She’s back, resting upstairs!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Feng Fanghua sighed with relief upon hearing this, gently sitting on the sofa.

As if afraid to disturb Qin Mu, everyone in the house began doing things more quietly and carefully.

Mu Zihao sat down and sighed: "Haiming’s departure was too sudden, no wonder she’s like that."

"We understand her feelings, but I won’t agree if she puts the blame on our son."

Hearing Mu Zihao’s words, Feng Fanghua immediately expressed her stance.

"Hasn’t Mumu said anything? Besides, even if, for a while, she wrongs Yichen, won’t they, as a couple, be fine after some time? Your son can handle a bit of grievance, so don’t worry."