His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 342 - 108 Compensation Required by President Mu (9)_6

Chapter 342: 108 Compensation Required by President Mu (9)_6

He gave a faint sound.

Helian Hao walked over and, seeing that Jing Qing was indeed drunk, sighed unconsciously in his heart.

"Could you please turn on the air conditioning in the guest room? Let her stay here tonight."

"Sure!"

What else could Helian Hao say? It wasn’t excessive for a sister to stay at her brother’s house, especially since she was so drunk that she probably couldn’t find the Jing Family’s front door if she were thrown out.

Plus, if she were to go back in this state, the old master of the Jing Family wouldn’t know how to make a fuss, and he might blame Jing Qing’s drunkenness on Mu Yichen or Qin Mu.

Afterward, Jing Feng stayed awake very late, while Helian Hao fell asleep quickly.

Later, before dawn, Helian Hao heard arguing outside. The noise made it impossible for her to sleep, and the man in her bed was gone. Listening more closely, she realized it was the siblings quarreling.

"I don’t care how you got involved in that kind of relationship, but from now on, if you dare touch me again..."

"So what? What can you do to me?"

The siblings glared at each other, neither willing to back down.

Helian Hao initially wanted to intervene, but after peeking through the gap in the door and seeing the situation, she didn’t dare to enter.

She felt that there must be some important matter that made the siblings argue so intensely.

"What can I do to you? The most I can do is tell our parents, tell grandpa, and let them know that their beloved daughter of the Jing Family is actually a junkie."

Jing Feng was furiously grinding his teeth, unable to believe that his own sister could get involved with such things.

Outside, Helian Hao, having heard everything, was scared pale and covered her mouth with her hand, daring not to make a sound.

"I smoke that stuff when I’m under too much pressure with no way to vent. What am I supposed to do? You want a good granddaughter, a good daughter, a good sister, and I am none of those. I am just a woman who fell in love with Mu Yichen, just a woman who grew up in a special environment. I just want to get my love, why won’t any of you give him to me?"

Jing Qing yelled hysterically, with tears the size of beans flying down her face. She was angry, she was crazed, because her only secret had been discovered.

She had drunk too much the night before. After what Qin Mu said to her, she couldn’t take it and just happened to have friends who smoked, so they did it together.

She didn’t know how that friend left, but when she woke up, she was in her brother’s apartment.

"Brother, can you give Yichen back to me, please? He listens to you the most. Can you ask him to come back to me? Just like before, even if it’s just pretending, please?"

Jing Qing suddenly moved forward excitedly and grabbed Jing Feng’s pajama sleeve, begging him desperately and in deep sorrow.

Jing Feng let out a helpless sigh, knowing his sister was deeply trapped, and only now realizing the scale of the disaster he had caused.

He should never have given her hope from the start, then maybe she wouldn’t have resorted to taking that stuff in her pain.

"Brother, I beg you!"

"Xiaoqing, he doesn’t love you, he never has!"

Jing Feng grabbed her wrist, and as she was on the brink of despair, he gently pushed back the bracelet that was wrapped around her wrist, revealing the obvious scar underneath.

He sighed helplessly and quietly gazed at the scar.

Back then, it was because of that scar that he asked Mu Yichen to take care of Jing Qing under the pretext of helping her make connections in the entertainment circle. He had thought that perhaps there was a chance that Mu Yichen would notice Jing Qing’s goodness and forget Qin Mu in Paris.

But he had not anticipated that he was being too naive, as Mu Yichen’s feelings for Qin Mu were already unfathomably deep, and his help towards Jing Qing was always just seen as repaying a debt.

Jing Feng suddenly laughed softly: "Xiaoqing, perhaps it’s my fault, but you really can’t go on like this."

"Why? Brother, why?"

"Mu Yichen and Qin Mu are already married. Huanhuan is almost three years old, and they’re planning on having a second child."

"What about me? What am I?"

Jing Qing asked him, then suddenly laughed despairingly, released his arm, and sat down on the edge of the bed, asking him heartbroken.

"If Yang Ming isn’t good enough, we’ll find someone else? Your fate is bound to be yours in the end."

"In this lifetime, I only recognize Mu Yichen, in life and death, only him."

Jing Qing, though she had agreed to her family’s wishes for arranged dates and such messes, it was all just to make the elders happy. In her heart, she never considered being with anyone other than Mu Yichen.