His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 930 - 265 Mu Yichen, I want to eat cake_3

Qin Mu explained to her in a low-key manner.

Bian Jingwen suddenly seemed to understand what the two of them had been laughing about, and her expression instantly turned awkward.

"But we have no intention of rejecting Miss Bian. It’s just that our studio really doesn’t need newcomers right now. I looked at Miss Bian’s background and qualifications. Honestly, you could consider joining one of the more stable design companies in Rongcheng. But I have to say, thank you so much for appreciating JY."

As Qin Mu spoke, she gently placed Bian Jingwen’s design draft and resume on the table. The two designers returned to their workstations, and Qin Mu stood up. Afraid the earlier awkwardness might have impacted Miss Bian’s confidence, she kept smiling and said, "I hope to see your work in this industry soon, Miss Bian."

Qin Mu extended her hand.

Bian Jingwen stood up from the sofa, smiled faintly, and shook hands with Qin Mu.

"Xiaomei, please escort Miss Bian."

After the handshake, Qin Mu called Xiaomei gently.

"Coming!"

Xiaomei ran out with a stack of materials in her arms. "Miss Bian, this way please!"

In just an instant, she stopped being clumsy and acted more like a professional service staff member.

Bian Jingwen didn’t say much, "I hope in the near future, I’ll have the chance to meet Miss Qin on the fashion design stage."

After Bian Jingwen left, Qin Mu sat back on the sofa. Her demeanor was no longer as composed and understated as before. Instead, she leaned back comfortably and casually flipped through a magazine, looking just like an idle bystander.

Xiaomei returned and couldn’t help but complain, "If someone didn’t know, seeing the way you acted earlier, they’d think you weren’t a designer but some wealthy socialite."

"Aren’t I?"

Qin Mu raised her eyes slightly.

Xiaomei...

Well, she is one.

Xiaomei rolled her eyes and went back to her work. Qin Mu quickly closed the magazine, turned around, and shouted at Xiaomei’s back, "Make me a cup of coffee!"

"Do it yourself! I’m busy!"

Xiaomei’s voice echoed from inside. Qin Mu had no choice but to put down the magazine and get up to make coffee herself.

However, upon reaching the small kitchen, she saw instant coffee there. After checking the brand, she lazily grabbed a packet and made it with hot water.

The aroma was passable, but when she took the coffee to her office intending to drink it while working, she found it completely undrinkable. She frowned and had to set it aside.

In the afternoon, just before work ended, Mu Yichen sent her a WeChat message: "Want to go to the apartment?"

Qin Mu glanced at it and clutched her phone in her hand. "No!"

Mu Yichen looked at the message with a heartbroken expression, carrying the cake she loved from the bakery.

Unable to convince her, Mu Yichen had no choice but to get in the car and head for the Mu Family home.

It had been a long time since they’d gone to the apartment, and Mu Yichen really wanted to go back. Unfortunately...

Mrs. Mu clearly preferred their current setting.

Step by step to where they were now, from being unwelcome to becoming the lady of the household—Mu Yichen thought, his woman had staying power.

Qin Mu had solidified her place in the Mu Family through endurance and persistence.

On the way home, Mu Yichen couldn’t help but reminisce about the events of the past few years since she joined the Mu Family. Scene after scene played in his mind, like tasting a bitter yet rich coffee—at first harsh, but then subtly sweet, the feeling only understood through difficulty.

By the time Qin Mu returned home from the studio, it was already dark, and Feng Fanghua was talking about school matters.

"Huanhuan said Fanfan didn’t go to school today. Does that have anything to do with you?"

Feng Fanghua asked the man who was sitting nearby reading a magazine.

Mu Yichen raised his eyes slightly. "What do you want to know?"

"What do you mean, ’What do I want to know?’ Can’t I be concerned?"

"I don’t know."

Mu Yichen said indifferently.

The others, sitting on the sofa, all looked at him with puzzled expressions.

Qin Mu slowly walked forward and couldn’t help but ask, "What happened to Fanfan?"

Having met him a few times before, she already had a strong impression of the little boy—especially since he had held her daughter’s hand.

"Mommy, Fanfan didn’t go to school today. I feel like I’m going to lose him. What should I do?"

Huanhuan, who had been sulking by Grandma’s side for a long time, heard someone finally bring up Fanfan and immediately ran toward Qin Mu.

Her chubby little face was pink and teary, her large eyes dropping tears one by one like scattered pearls. Her long, thick lashes were damp and seemed on the verge of obstructing the little girl’s vision.

Qin Mu looked down at the stubborn girl clinging to her leg, refusing to cry outright despite her obvious grievance. Then she crouched down and patiently said, "Don’t cry, Huanhuan. Maybe he’s just sick and took today off."

"Really?"

Huanhuan still looked aggrieved, her eyes almost red from holding back tears.

Qin Mu gently wiped her tears away. "Didn’t we agree not to cry so easily?"

Huanhuan, seeing Qin Mu’s slightly stern expression, sniffled forcefully and continued to pout with sadness. "But, what if Fanfan doesn’t go to school tomorrow either?"

"Then Mommy will go with you to find him and play together."

Qin Mu took her hand, led her to the sofa, and hugged her close. "So, what’s going on?"

"This girl started crying as soon as we picked her up, saying that the little boy is going to leave her."

Feng Fanghua explained.

Qin Mu glanced down at her beloved daughter before calmly looking toward Mu Yichen.

Mu Yichen raised his head slightly. "It really has nothing to do with me. I just investigated their family background."

After Mu Yichen explained, Mu Qingxin couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, "Brother, is that really the truth?"

The sister clearly didn’t trust her brother!

Mu Yichen didn’t respond, just cast her a sharp glance that made her shrink her neck immediately, though her disbelief remained evident.

"Issues between adults shouldn’t affect the children."

Qin Mu reminded him softly, speaking with a lowered tone.

"Got it!" Mu Yichen agreed, looking composed, then raised his eyes to her again. "Weren’t you asking for cake? I bought some for you."

With that, he effortlessly changed the subject and even managed to flaunt their relationship.

After dinner, once the children were coaxed off to bed, Qin Mu pushed him into their room, pressed his shoulders against the door, and fiercely gripped them with both hands. "Tell me the truth! You definitely know why Fanfan didn’t go to school today, don’t you?"

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