His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 1472 - 414: Gift (Part 3)

Xiaomei bit her lip hard after speaking, waiting for Qin Mu’s response.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment: "Propose?"

Xiaomei covered her face heavily, embarrassed: "Oh, it’s just buying a ring! The money I earned from the business trip to Paris last time, I had originally thought it was for buying him a ring."

"Then just buy it!"

Qin Mu thought about it and didn’t find anything wrong.

"Really? Zhao Huai said Jiang Zhiyuan told him that An Nan bought rings for Jiang Zhiyuan, and it was a pair, apparently for a proposal."

Xiaomei’s eyes widened all of a sudden; she initially thought Qin Mu would call her sentimental.

"It’s totally fine!"

Qin Mu nodded again, still not seeing anything inappropriate.

Two people who like each other, it doesn’t always have to be the guy confessing or proposing, the girl can initiate and create unforgettable beautiful memories for the guy too.

"Then will you go with me to buy it? I can’t make up my mind alone!"

Xiaomei’s voice was soft and timid, biting her lips again after speaking.

"But wasn’t the decision to propose yours? Ever since before going to Paris for the business trip?"

Qin Mu looked at her seriously and asked.

"I’m just here to consult with you! I don’t have anyone else besides you!"

Xiaomei said weakly, sounding somewhat pitiful.

Hearing this, Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh a bit: "I’ll go with you! Stop acting pitiful!"

That indulgent look made Xiaomei immediately straighten up again: "Thank you, Sister Qinqin, I’ll head out first, let’s go at ten o’clock!"

"Hmm!"

Qin Mu was helpless, Xiaomei had already thought everything through!

After Xiaomei left, Qin Mu went back to work, but thoughts of where to buy the ring with Xiaomei lingered. Suddenly, she thought of Fu Huan, whose family owned a large jewelry mall here that seemed to be doing quite well.

But at ten o’clock, when Qin Mu went downstairs, she saw a big, hulking man walking in from outside, oh, the guy who pushed her grandpa the other day.

Qin Mu walked steadily step by step downstairs, the man with his hands in his pockets, whistling a bit, hunchbacked, his eyes scouting around.

Even Xiaomei, who was just about to approach, unintentionally got scared by his ruffian look and stopped.

"Hey! Miss Qin! No, I should call you Mrs. Mu! We meet again!"

The man teased, looking up as Qin Mu came down.

Qin Mu didn’t speak, just walked over to stand by his side, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

"What? Scared?"

The man asked again.

"No need to be afraid, I’m just here to get measured for clothes."

The man looked around, with two male colleagues already standing up, although not as fat as him, their muscles were definitely more solid.

"Do you think my place is a tailor shop where anyone’s clothes can be made?"

Qin Mu asked coldly, looking at him.

Could he really be here for clothes?

Never mind the money he earns driving a taxi, with that cocky attitude of his, Qin Mu wouldn’t pay him any mind.

"Despising me for being poor, huh? It’s not like I wanted to be poor, it’s because your father put my father in jail!"

The man said again, then seriously looked at Qin Mu, as if trying to find something from her face, with a very interested look.

Qin Mu was displeased, her gaze turning sharp.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, I’m just about to go out."

Qin Mu didn’t want to waste time with him.

"What else could I want? I’m just here for you to make me clothes; of course, your prices are high, and I can’t afford them, so how about you cover it for me? After all, our two families are pretty much one, aren’t they? My stepmom is also your stepmom, right?"

The man chuckled, the fat on his face seemed to shake.

Four men suddenly stood outside the door; Qin Mu looked up and then said to them: "Please don’t touch my things here, thank you, everyone."

Qin Mu said, stepping aside, and the four tall men in leather jackets walked in.

The man looked back, brows furrowing, pointing at Qin Mu: "Qin Mu, you dare treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll spill all your dad’s dirt?"

"My father has no dirt!"

Qin Mu coldly replied and ignored him.

"Good for you, Qin Mu, you’re ruthless! But you know, this means we’ve got a feud, right? From now on, if you’re doing well, I won’t be, and only if you’re not doing well will I be."

"Then you’ll probably never do well!"

Qin Mu gave him a disdainful glance, replying in a cold voice.

Everyone else just watched, the man unhappily glared at those who came over: "Don’t touch me, I haven’t done anything bad, if any of you touch me, I’ll take you to court."