His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 112: Huanhuan said: Dad found out! (5)_6

Chapter 112: Huanhuan said: Dad found out! (5)_6

Qin Mu looked at Jian Yan with shock, but after understanding, he immediately confirmed with the other party.

"If this advertisement is broadcast in the country, it’ll undoubtedly be good publicity for you, so you must put your heart into it and show your uniqueness,"

Jian Yan pondered as she sat on the couch with a teacup in her hand.

"But just broadcasting it domestically will surely stir up trouble again,"

"Are you afraid?"

"Now that the Mu Family is protecting Huanhuan, I really have nothing to fear being on my own."

Qin Mu shrugged, speaking candidly.

"Then go for it with confidence, and in the future, no matter how many studios we open domestically, I’ll leave them in your hands,"

Jian Yan smiled, confident in her disciple.

Qin Mu nodded, thinking about the many studios they would develop at home, imagining many people wearing their designs. He couldn’t help but get excited.

"I think, in the future, we should not only do high-end but also let ordinary people wear the clothes we make. Just thinking about it fills me with a sense of achievement,"

Qin Mu sprang up from the couch, walking to the window, muttering to himself with hands clasped behind his back.

Jian Yan continued to sit there, quietly watching him dream about his future, like the cool sunshine of a 7 or 8 o’clock morning, shining into his heart.

Perhaps he chose to mentor her because even she didn’t realize the limitless dreams she possessed. She really rekindled inspiration in him, almost dried up as he was.

She’s only twenty-three, such a wonderful age.

He thought that she should have a good relationship, a man who adores her. Only then would her youth be complete.

He thought he had to admit, couldn’t deny, that Mu Yichen truly loved her, really cherished her.

Gradually, he lowered his gaze and stopped looking at her, as if the passion of nearly forty years was being slowly suppressed by him because of some factor.

Qin Mu, still by the window, imagined a beautiful future for the small Flower in its pot—while there was much uncertainty about Mu Yichen, his career and his daughter gave him great hope.

Whenever they had time, the two would come together to design. That day, she had gone to the studio to shoot an advertisement.

After she changed into her own simple but stylish clothes and came out, she unexpectedly found reporters waiting for her, even asking if she would endorse the clothing.

She said she would, endorsing their own brand.

That day she received a call from back home.

"When are you coming back?"

"In a few days!"

He called her every few days, but each time just asked that one question before hanging up.

She felt somewhat powerless to respond, but thankfully the calls were short and she could immerse herself in work again.

As night fell, Mu Yichen played with Huanhuan on his large bed, and suddenly remembered how much he once resented the little tyke.

Now he laughed at himself unconsciously and felt relieved that luckily she was still oblivious to the past and remembered nothing.

Leaning against the headboard, he picked up Huanhuan and placed her on his lap, asking involuntarily, "Do you know what your mom is doing right now?"

"Mommy? Painting."

Huanhuan replied instinctively. In her little mind, Mommy was always busy painting, which is why she also liked to scribble with pens.

"Painting? How could that silly woman create something others would like? Don’t you think?"

He mocked her, derided her, and even wished she was sitting by the bed right now to hear his words.

But the only response came from his beloved daughter. Huanhuan leaned on him, with small hands hugging him, laughing as she asked, "Where’s Mommy? Want Mommy to hug."

Hug?

"She’s eloped with someone long ago, she wouldn’t want to hug you!"

She doesn’t even want me, despite how good I am.

Yichen’s eyes, filled with the disillusionment of a life unlived, began to grow empty. Huanhuan touched her face and felt very troubled looking at his expression.

It seemed to ask, what was the big deal, anyway!

He had always wanted to roll around in bed with her, but now he could only hold his daughter.

Only after the daughter fell asleep did he suddenly realize that everything was so beautiful.

She had secretly given birth to a daughter for him, he was angry at her secrecy, yet he couldn’t help but feel excited.

Even though she said it was for him, the warmth that surged in his heart when he looked at Huanhuan was still undeniable.

From that moment on, he was no longer a man without attachments; this little tyke...

He couldn’t help but gently stroke her little head and then broke into a foolish smile.

As for his future with Qin Mu, he thought perhaps they would torture each other to death, but he would never let go because of fatigue.