His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 501 - 150 performed very well in the play_2

Chapter 501: 150 performed very well in the play_2

Wang Mingyu was admitted to the orthopedic ward of the hospital as a child.

Mu Yichen didn’t even open the door to his office that afternoon.

There was total silence around; Secretary Xi didn’t dare to go in and report for work.

And there was still no news from Qin Mu.

It was as if she had disappeared from Rongcheng.

That day, Xiaomei was dining at AM and ran into Helian Hao when she went to the restroom; Helian Hao was also there for a family meal, and they started chatting in the restroom.

"Has she contacted you?"

Helian Hao asked in a low voice.

"Of course! We can’t do without her for so many things at work; we call each other every day."

Xiaomei nodded in agreement; it seemed that ever since the incident with Qin Mu and Mu Yichen, she had matured quite a bit, become much steadier.

"You’re really lucky; there’s a man in town who’s probably growing old waiting for a phone call from her."

Helian Hao remembered how thin Mu Yichen had looked when he saw him that day and chuckled bitterly.

"Are you talking about Director Mu? He’s been to the studio too, but he always just parks his car there without getting out."

Xiaomei had something she wanted to say about Mu Yichen but stopped herself.

"Has it been over a month?"

Helian Hao asked her.

"Forty-five days!"

Xiaomei remembered clearly because Qin Mu had made plans with her to go to the clothing factory that day.

Helian Hao sighed helplessly, "When she gave birth to Huanhuan, she was alone; now..."

"Now she’s not alone!"

Xiaomei said, her eyes becoming misty, too, as she spoke.

Helian Hao nodded again, "I came to dine with my parents; let’s talk more when I’m free."

"Okay!"

Helian Hao left, and Xiaomei, after washing her hands, also returned to the dining table.

In the past, she always felt happy dining at AM, but now...

Even the discount they received felt joyless.

Her colleagues all felt the same, heavy-hearted, as if their once-favorite dining spot in Rongcheng, which had the best environment and offered a sense of superiority, had suddenly become the place that saddened them most.

But when they finished eating and were about to leave, they suddenly heard sneering laughs coming from behind.

"Hey! That girl from the studio!"

Xiaomei frowned; what did they mean, "that girl from the studio"? Didn’t they have names?

When she turned and saw it was Qin Mingzhu, Xiaomei immediately wanted to slap her, but then she remembered Qin Mu’s admonition to be more patient.

"Isn’t this the poor girl kicked out of her house by her father? I heard all your accounts have been frozen; how do you still afford to eat in such a fancy place?"

Xiaomei asked mockingly; while she could refrain from hitting her, she couldn’t help but taunt her.

"You... now that Qin Mu is gone, do you think your studio can last a few more days in Rongcheng? Pack up and leave as soon as possible, so it won’t be too embarrassing when you’re kicked out!"

Qin Mingzhu said, with her arms crossed and chin tilted upward, as she started arguing.

"Who gets kicked out first remains to be seen!"

Xiaomei said coldly, then turned around: "Let’s go!"

"Oho, you walk away because you can’t win the argument? If you dare, call that dead girl Qin Mu to defend you!"

Qin Mingzhu shouted.

"Take good care of that face of yours, wait until Qinqin comes to smack you to Korea for plastic surgery."

Xiaomei turned back and was about to confront her when a colleague held her back.

"You..."

Qin Mingzhu, upon hearing "face", subconsciously raised her hand and touched her own, remembering that any clash of words with Qin Mu usually ended with her getting a figurative and literal slap in the face, and she was scared.

Now, just thinking about Qin Mu made her face feel cold, and because of this, her hatred for Qin Mu grew.

Yet now she didn’t even know where Qin Mu was, which only fueled her hatred more.

She had intended to provoke Xiaomei to see if she knew where Qin Mu was, but she didn’t get the result she wanted; she only ended up being threatened. Fuming, Qin Mingzhu went back up to the private room upstairs where she was dining with Wang Huanyu. She had made the excuse of going to the bathroom to pick on Xiaomei and dared not linger too long.

Meanwhile, someone who had also been dining upstairs went out to smoke and observed the scene from a dark corner, then quietly ordered the person behind him, "Find a way to bug Qin Mingzhu’s private room!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate nodded and immediately turned to arrange this task.

Mu Yichen went back to the private room where Qiao Yi and Zhao Huai were, and seeing him brooding and smoking in solitude made them a bit anxious: "What are you thinking? You must have smoked at least eight cigarettes during this meal, haven’t you?"

Mu Yichen squinted at the cigarette held between his fingers, what could he do?