His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 940 - 269 For example, me

Qin Mu raised her eyes to look at him. After a few seconds of eye contact, she picked up her chopsticks again and silently opened her mouth, eating a few grains of rice.

After dinner, the two of them returned to the room. Mu Yichen went to draw the bathwater first, and just as he was about to leave, Qin Mu happened to open the bathroom door.

Mu Yichen froze for a moment, rarely seeing her so proactive, stepping in while he was still in the bathroom.

Qin Mu undressed and casually tossed her clothes onto the chair. Turning around, her beautiful large eyes sparkled, captivating and alluring, gazing at him.

"Does Mr. Mu dislike this?"

Seeing his somewhat dazed yet cold expression, Qin Mu asked lightly.

Mu Yichen stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled meaningfully before beginning to remove his own clothes.

"Come on, then!"

As Mu Yichen exposed his well-built physique, he tilted his chin slightly, signaling her towards the bathtub.

It was as if he was saying, "Let me see what Mrs. Mu is truly capable of; go ahead and unleash it all."

Qin Mu strode towards the bathtub with her tender, long legs without any hesitation.

Mu Yichen held his breath, then bent her over the edge of the bathtub as soon as she entered.

Later, when the two came out wrapped in towels, they hadn’t separated yet, continuing to kiss passionately until they reached the bed.

Qin Mu’s breathing grew uneven, and Mu Yichen didn’t let her go—as if he was intent on making her unable to catch her breath, as if he wanted her mind completely emptied.

Qin Mu didn’t even remember how she eventually fell asleep.

But in the middle of the night, she had a nightmare—a dream about the car accident she witnessed during the winter when she was seven years old, the pool of blood.

She’d forgotten the face of the woman, hazy and unclear. She abruptly sat up, weak as though emptied out completely.

Everything was eerily quiet. She could hear her heartbeat racing irregularly, something buzzing faintly in her ears. Raising her hand, she pressed it forcefully against her face, burying it into her palm, using all her strength to steady her breathing.

"Nightmare?"

The deep voice of the man closest to her sounded beside her ear.

Qin Mu turned her wet eyes to look at him, her slender arms reaching out to hold his neck, her icy forehead resting against the inside of his shoulder as her raspy voice said, "I dreamt of my mom!"

That voice—so rough! So full of pain!

Mu Yichen gently stroked her back and held her as they lay down.

In the dead of night, she finally managed to fall asleep again beside the man she loved. But Mu Yichen couldn’t sleep for a long time; he simply patted her back lightly, quietly keeping her company as though comforting Huanhuan and Chengcheng, watching her until she fell into a peaceful sleep again.

Later, tears formed in the corners of Qin Mu’s eyes, and Mu Yichen used his sensuous thumb to softly wipe them away.

Mu Yichen knew that her overly intense reaction tonight stemmed entirely from Zhang Rujia’s sudden passing.

But matters like these couldn’t be solved with mere words of comfort. If anything, it might only dredge up more painful memories.

So he chose to be supportive, wanting to shoulder everything for her but unable to take away the nightmares. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Events like car accident deaths were the most terrifying thing to Qin Mu, all because she had watched her mother die in a car when she was just a small child.

Only in moments like these would Mu Yichen become exceptionally gentle.

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In the morning, when Qin Mu woke up again, she received a phone call from Qin Haiming, and the father-daughter pair argued fiercely. Qin Mu threw her phone into the trash bin in the bathroom, her anger flaring, unable to calm down.

Mu Yichen, groggy from sleep, entered the bathroom and saw her bent over, splashing water onto her face. He immediately knew it must’ve been about Zhang Rujia’s burial location.

If Zhang Rujia were to be laid to rest in the Qin Family’s cemetery, there was no way Qin Mu would agree to it.

Honestly, who would?

Qin Mu continued to frantically wash her face with water.

The cold water carried the heat of her tears.

Mu Yichen said nothing, intending to leave, but heard a phone ring faintly from somewhere inside. Qin Mu ignored it, so he walked over and saw her phone in the trash bin.

Thankfully, there were only mask papers and cotton pads in the trash. Mu Yichen bent his tall, upright figure, using two fingers to retrieve the phone. His elegant fingertips gently swiped across the screen before answering the call.

Qin Mu was unhappily wiping her face with a towel. Mu Yichen glanced at her sharply, then left the bathroom with her phone in hand.

Only then did Qin Mu take deep breaths, throw the towel aside, and press her hands forcefully against the sink, leaning over to stare down at the clean basin below.

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