His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 493 - 147 My Darling Baby_3

Chapter 493: 147 My Darling Baby_3

All of this was once her favorite, now she could only admire from a distance.

But it didn’t matter, because better than the runway was the man on her right, not far from her were Mu Yichen, Huanhuan, and Zhao Yan, of course, her eyes were mostly on Mu Yichen.

When Huanhuan saw Yang Qianxi, she waved to her; Yang Qianxi used to give her snacks, so they had a decent relationship back then.

Yang Qianxi also waved to her, smiling at Huanhuan as usual.

"It’s Auntie Qianxi!"

Huanhuan whispered excitedly in her father’s ear.

Mu Yichen frowned upon hearing that name, until Huanhuan cupped his face and turned him to look back.

Yang Qianxi obviously hadn’t expected Huanhuan to do that and nodded shyly, not wanting to seem impolite.

Mu Yichen just helplessly glanced at his daughter.

Yang Qianxi wasn’t qualified enough to warrant his nod.

Huanhuan, on the other hand, communicated with Yang Qianxi with her eyes for a while, her arms wrapped around Mu Yichen’s neck all the time.

"Auntie Qianxi, come here!"

Huanhuan called out to her.

Yang Qianxi, upon hearing Huanhuan’s call, subconsciously pointed to herself, and after seeing Huanhuan smiling and nodding, she walked over, still somewhat nervous.

"Mr. Mu!"

Mu Yichen didn’t speak, only watching his daughter, unsure what she was planning.

"Auntie Qianxi, long time no see!"

"Yes, Auntie Qianxi changed jobs!"

As Huanhuan greeted Yang Qianxi, she responded with her gentle voice.

"Oh!" Huanhuan thought for a while, tangled her hands for quite some time before she replied, still quite happy.

"Huanhuan!"

Qin Mu approached and noticed her daughter was chatting with another woman and seemed to be getting along quite well.

"Mommy! It’s Auntie Qianxi!"

Upon hearing Qin Mu’s voice, Huanhuan turned her head and pointed out Yang Qianxi to her.

"Mommy knows!"

Qin Mu glanced at Yang Qianxi but didn’t greet her, just smiled and picked Huanhuan up into her arms, "Come with mommy over there, uncle is waiting for you!"

"Okay!"

"I’ll take her to find Jian Yan."

Qin Mu whispered to him, and Mu Yichen, tired of having Yang Qianxi around, nodded.

But as Qin Mu walked away with Huanhuan in her arms, Yang Qianxi didn’t leave his side. Zhao Yan managed to take his eyes off the male models coming out just in time to see a beautiful woman standing next to Mu Yichen, and unintentionally smiled, "Isn’t that Miss Yang we met the other day?"

When Yang Qianxi heard someone greeting her, she slightly leaned forward and nodded in acknowledgment, "Hello!"

Zhao Yan smiled harmlessly, but after catching Mu Yichen’s cold expression, he had to look back at the runway seriously. At this moment, the music switched to a more dynamic style, the male models adopted a more unique catwalk, and after watching for a few moments, Zhao Yan’s mind wandered, unwittingly scanning the seats in the front row and recognizing several familiar faces, he inclined his head towards Mu Yichen and whispered, "All acquaintances here, is that my sister-in-law’s love rival?"

"No!"

Mu Yichen replied indifferently.

"Oh?"

Zhao Yan didn’t believe him and looked at him with skeptical eyes.

"A love rival is based on the assumption that I have feelings for that woman, but apart from your sister-in-law, I have no feelings for any other woman!"

Mu Yichen’s icy voice defined what it meant to be heartless.

"This is awkward!"

Zhao Yan looked at Jing Qing, who was clearly deeply in love, like fatally poisoned!

It wasn’t until Jian Yan brought Qin Mu and the team onstage that the crowd looked anything but ordinary models; their attire wasn’t as distinctive as fashion models, but neatly tailored and elegantly dignified nonetheless.

Jian Yan and Qin Mu gave their speeches in turn, and then Jian Yan continued, "Next, I would like to invite a special guest from China, a major contributor to our event. Please welcome our sponsor, Mr. Mu Yichen, President of the Mu Family Corporation!"

Qin Mu had already been suspecting when he mentioned their home country, and nearly laughed out loud when she heard the name Mu Yichen. Hesitantly, she looked towards Jian Yan.

Jian Yan gazed at her affectionately and smiled, continuing to applaud.

Qin Mu and the others stepped aside, still clapping.

Mu Yichen, dressed in a black coat, took the stage and stood under the spotlight, looking only at Qin Mu: "Allow me to introduce the true hero of this show, a beautiful lady from the same city as I am, Ms. Qin Mu!"

Qin Mu’s clapping slowed to a halt, her dazzling eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

His expression shifted slightly as he extended his hand to her.

Qin Mu had no choice but to reach out, her hand meeting his palm, and he easily pulled her to his side.

"The most talented and youngest fashion designer in Rongcheng, JY’s beloved protégé, my—darling treasure!"

Mu Yichen’s dark gaze was fixed on her; Qin Mu held her breath in fear as she thought he would reveal her identity to the world before he finished his sentence.

But amidst the applause, he called her his darling treasure.

Qin Mu felt as if her heart had been tenderly reshaped after being crushed.

She could barely breathe, just gazing up at him.

She knew how much he had done for her; he could bear the jealousy of introducing her as Jian Yan’s protégé, without mentioning the words that she was his wife.

Qin Mu felt a prickly sensation in her lustrous eyes and, unable to consider how many people were present, she impulsively moved forward, tiptoed, cupped his face, and delivered a deep kiss.

Yes! A deep kiss!

In that moment, it was as though the rest of the world ceased to exist.

All Jian Yan could do was awkwardly lower his head as everyone else openly watched his protégé locking lips with her man.

Huanhuan in Zhao Yan’s arms couldn’t help but shout, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy, Daddy..."

Zhao Yan was pestered to the point of ear pain, yet he was helpless.

It was then Zhao Yan understood just how fiercely in love Mu Yichen was with a woman who harbored such a fire in her heart.

Mu Yichen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close into his embrace, kissing her deeply as he bent his head, his hand unable to resist cradling the back of her head to deepen their kiss.

By now, everyone around had stood up, almost as if by contagion, all screaming and clapping.

Jing Qing sat alone in the front row, her eyes filled with stunned disbelief, her blurry gaze fixed on the stage, and then she slowly stood up.