His Beloved Treasure

Qin Mu went upstairs, Mu Yichen was washing his hands in the bathroom, she stood at the bathroom door: "Dad said you seemed absent-minded today, are you okay?"

She couldn’t see anything wrong with him, except for the unhappiness.

Mu Yichen started shaving, looking at his woman in the mirror: "Hm!"

Just that faint sound, he was incredibly focused on shaving.

It was as if he hadn’t heard her mention being absent-minded, looking completely indifferent.

Qin Mu listened to his simple response and didn’t know what to ask next, so she remained silent, watched for a while, and sighed helplessly in her heart. She didn’t know what he was thinking, and yet she did, but she couldn’t comfort him; she turned around before he finished shaving.

"Except for worrying that his wife might leave him!"

Who knew that she had just turned around when another flat voice suddenly came from behind.

Calling it flat seemed a bit off, it was like a forced calm amidst frustration.

"Where could I go?"

She casually asked back, not needing to hear his answer, and then walked away lightly.

Mu Yichen looked down at the razor he needed to clean, even for a while, unable to react.

Those sharp, refined contours seemed like a masterpiece crafted by God, with extraordinary features, inherent coldness amidst masculinity, that natural powerful aura felt like it could drive a good person to despair.

However, Qin Mu had established her stance early before he disclosed that more murderous aura, and now they didn’t communicate effectively.

Qin Mu suddenly felt quite bored at home, and then she took out Qin Haiming’s diary to read, which contained his remorse and guilt; the more she read, the more uneasy she felt.

It was the grudges of the previous generation, yet it implicated her.

Until Qin Mingzhu called, she barely escaped from those memories.

"Sis, I’m shopping with Xiaohao now, guess who we ran into?"

Qin Mingzhu’s voice wasn’t loud, it was rather mysterious.

"Who are you shopping with?"

Qin Mu was somewhat weary, but upon hearing Qin Mingzhu’s words, she focused slightly, incredulously asking to confirm if what she heard was real.

"Xiaohao! Aiya! That’s not the point! The point is, I saw Zhang Hongyun shopping with an old man, imy goodness, that old man blatantly touched her butt, and she didn’t even dodge! I’ll send you pictures to see!"

Qin Mu hadn’t figured out what exactly happened, but Qin Mingzhu had already ended the call and started taking pictures for her.

Qin Mu stared blankly at her phone, and soon, photos were sent via WeChat, which she clicked to open.

Zhang Hongyun was wearing a bright red short skirt, her waist embraced by a fat, bald old man; although it was just a side view, Qin Mu could still recognize them.

Qin Mingzhu then spoke softly to her through a voice message: "See? Xiaohao said it’s that woman who wants to seduce my brother-in-law? Come on, with that kind of person? I don’t even believe my brother-in-law would be tempted by her."

Qin Mu opened the voice message, and afterward sighed helplessly, thinking maybe Zhang Hongyun had suddenly given up on Mu Yichen, aiming instead for a more substantial tree she could handle better?

Although unsure about its robustness, it was undeniably thick!

That man looked to be at least nearly fifty, calling him adorably clumsy seemed inappropriate, but addressing him as an old man felt lacking.

"Why are you hanging out with Xiaohao?"

Qin Mu didn’t want to deal with other people’s affairs, so she changed the subject and asked Qin Mingzhu.

"Well, I don’t dare come to you, what if brother-in-law kills me? I’m now carrying two lives with me, and I just wanted someone to talk to, so I had to find Xiaohao. Hehe, she happened to be off today, so we decided to go shopping together, unexpectedly we ran into that disgusting woman at a café."

Qin Mingzhu sent Qin Mu several more photos of Zhang Hongyun with the man, and then left her a message: "I bet this old guy definitely rolled around with Zhang Hongyun, even if they haven’t yet, they certainly will later!"

Qin Mingzhu had truly seen plenty of such people and incidents, several of her classmates were involved with older men, she found it disgusting just thinking about it, those old men were already in poor shape, yet still harming the nation’s flowers.

Of course, some flowers also bloomed continuously for the sake of interests.

That’s why Qin Mingzhu found it even more disgusting.

"You’re pregnant, take care!"

Qin Mu simply replied with this sentence, then put down her phone, and returned the diary back into the drawer.