His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 509 - 153 Together Again_1

Chapter 509: 153 Together Again_1

He stepped out of the car, standing by it in a light-colored coat, patiently waiting.

Qin Mu subconsciously looked back, her heartbeat noticeably quickening.

Witnessing her sudden change, Qin Haiming couldn’t help frowning. "What on earth is going on between you two?"

Qin Mu didn’t speak but intertwined her hands tightly together.

"Mumu! Mu Yichen hasn’t bothered you these days, but he’s been waiting for you," Qin Haiming reminded her.

Only then did Qin Mu glance at him slightly. Qin Haiming sighed faintly, "Although I don’t know what happened between you two, considering the recent news—and the fact you were even able to stay at my place—have a proper talk with him. No matter what, your dad is willing to be your safe haven, but that man is the one you’ll rely on for the rest of your life."

"What if I told you I’ve also had thoughts of suicide—what would you think?"

Qin Mu stared straight at the man next to her and asked.

Qin Haiming’s hand on his leg visibly shook, and his gaze turned anxious.

"Mumu!"

He seemed to understand something.

Qin Mu’s lips moved slightly, then she got out of the car.

Qin Haiming’s car eventually left the place. Qin Mu turned to look at the man next to that car, who had already lit a cigarette.

Qin Mu turned decisively and walked toward him. Mu Yichen didn’t put out his cigarette but simply looked at her after taking a puff, with a gaze that was both cool and indifferent, yet somewhat refreshing.

He just watched her quietly, as if he had a thousand words to say but swallowed them all back down. He seemed unable to open his mouth to speak and took another harsh drag of his cigarette to suppress the wicked feelings in his heart.

Perhaps, neither of them knew how to speak to each other.

Qin Mu observed his exquisitely handsome features that now looked cold enough to chill someone’s heart, so she lowered her head. The taxi from earlier had long since gone, and she turned to walk east.

Mu Yichen took another puff of his cigarette, then, with apparent concern, followed after her.

The night was so frightening. He quickly caught up with her within a few steps and firmly grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?"

At his anxious voice, Qin Mu felt a warmth in her eyes and suddenly stopped, unable to move or look up again.

"Come with me!"

He grasped her hand, refusing to let go, intending to take her back to the car.

"That day..."

"I don’t care!"

Qin Mu didn’t move, just lowered her head, steadfastly wanting to tell him what had happened that day.

Mu Yichen interrupted her in time, his stern voice conveying that he didn’t care.

Qin Mu didn’t know why she suddenly felt like laughing and disbelief raised her eyes to look at him, "You really don’t care?"

She didn’t believe it.

She was sure he didn’t either.

What kind of person was Mu Yichen?

Stubborn, cold-blooded, how could he stand someone else touching his belongings?

"I have no choice!"

His piercing gaze met hers, a determined "no choice" causing Qin Mu to choke up involuntarily.

They both had no choice.

"I’m fine, there’s no need for you to worry!"

She pushed his hand away and told him stubbornly, keeping her head down.

Mu Yichen watched her with lowered eyes, a gust of wind blew by, and he felt as if half of his face had swollen.

"Do you—because you care?"

"Yes! I care!"

His eyes suddenly showed shock and disappointment, and he suddenly thought that she cared that he had slept with another woman.

And sure enough, Qin Mu’s answer was just as he thought.

It felt as if his heart had been swiftly slashed by a sharp blade, gashing out a long wound that immediately bled profusely.

"I can pretend that nothing happened, but I can’t face you!"

Qin Mu looked at him, and her words were not harsh or pretentious, they were just merciless.

"So we should break up? Just let those damned people win?"

He raised his hand in anger, frowning and starting to argue with her.

"No! They don’t have the right to win!"

Qin Mu replied softly to him, her gaze both cold and calm, then she turned to leave.

In that moment, Mu Yichen found himself without the strength to follow her, just standing there as if his feet were nailed to the ground, his dry eyes fixated on the direction she was leaving, watching her silhouette grow more distant.

Finally, she was willing to leave that house, but not for him.

The next day, Qin Mu went to the studio. Everything seemed to have returned to normal. She worked on drawings in the office with dedication, while Huanhuan ran up and down the stairs.

When Xiaomei went out on errands and received some promotional flyers for a kindergarten, she brought them back to Qin Mu’s office for her to see. Qin Mu only glanced at them casually before ignoring them completely.