His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 485 - 145 room card_3

Chapter 485: 145 room card_3

"He still has a personal cup here?"

Mu Yichen frowned, even though his voice wasn’t loud.

"Xiaomei has one too, are you going to get jealous?"

Qin Mu looked up at him, gently caressing his neck with her hand, her soft gaze questioning him.

"Yes!"

Mu Yichen’s brows furrowed.

He didn’t care whether Xiaomei had her personal cup here, but Jian Yan was a different matter.

Seeing him leave, Qin Mu had no choice but to follow: "Dear, please don’t get angry over this, okay?"

Starting a cold war just after they’d arrived in Paris was truly unwise.

Qin Mu quickly caught up and grabbed his arm, looking up at him pleadingly.

The calling of "dear" was what made Mu Yichen stop in his tracks.

She held his arm, looking into his dark eyes: "Can we discuss this matter later? We just took a long flight back, how about we get something to eat and then rest?"

Mu Yichen let out a helpless sigh: "If I were you, I’d throw that man’s stuff out of here immediately."

"Fine! I’ll throw it out right now!"

Qin Mu said as she let go of him and headed for the kitchen.

Mu Yichen turned to watch her, not believing she would actually do it.

And sure enough, once in the kitchen, she filled a cup with boiling water and then turned to look at him.

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes were filled with a forbidding gloom; Qin Mu ran over, clutching his waist recklessly and kissing him with both hands holding his face.

Mu Yichen...

What could make him surrender more easily than this woman’s kiss?

Jian Yan received a call from Qin Mu in the evening, and Mu Yichen had personally prepared a Chinese dinner, with Qin Mu contributing a vegetable salad.

Sitting together, Jian Yan and Mu Yichen actually seemed quite harmonious. Although they appeared to be adversaries, they were still two good-looking men of different ages. Jian Yan possessed a mature and somber air that Mu Yichen lacked, and the cold and domineering aura of Mu Yichen was something Jian Yan didn’t have.

Qin Mu opened a bottle of wine from the inside: "Tonight you two should drink less, I’ll stick with juice for company."

"Me too!"

Huanhuan held up her cup of orange juice and told them.

Both men softened at the sight of Huanhuan.

Jian Yan felt he had underestimated just how much Mu Yichen cared for Qin Mu. The Patriarch Mu, known for pampering his wife, was also truly a suspicious person.

Of course, since Qin Mu was pregnant this time, it was not unreasonable for him to come along.

"How’s the recovery going?"

As he picked up his wine glass, Mu Yichen challenged Jian Yan with his question.

"Thank you for your concern, Mu President. I’ve completely recovered now," Jian Yan said with a knowing smile.

Their dinner was kept light because of Jian Yan’s stomach, and Qin Mu served them each a bowl of soup. Jian Yan enjoyed it, but Mu Yichen glanced at her, not quite used to it.

"Have some soup before the wine!"

Qin Mu immediately looked up at him with a caring reminder.

Mu Yichen picked up his bowl to drink the soup while Jian Yan sipped his soup spoon by spoon, as if they were competing for the most exquisite pleasure on earth.

However, Huanhuan was holding her cup of juice and looking at the two men, feeling as if they were about to fight.

"This soup must be made by President Mu, right? Mumu doesn’t have this kind of culinary skill," Jian Yan asked with a smile after finishing his soup.

Qin Mu looked embarrassed as she lowered her gaze. Mu Yichen laughed and said: "Having my wife’s mentor’s approval is indeed an accomplishment for me."

Mu Yichen raised his glass to toast with Jian Yan, who, in true mentor fashion, accepted the toast without any pretense.

For some reason, the atmosphere in the dining room was so strange it was nearly suffocating.

Huanhuan quietly lifted her cup toward Jian Yan: "JY, I want to drink with you too."

Jian Yan looked down at her and gently clinked his cup against hers, indulgently smiling: "Huanhuan, why do you want to drink with JY?"

"Because I love you!"

Huanhuan said mischievously, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Mu Yichen...

Qin Mu...

But Jian Yan was quite gracious, stroking her hair and then downing the rest of his wine.

Huanhuan felt quite honored, gulping down several large sips of juice.

Mu Yichen went downstairs to see off Jian Yan, the two men lighting up cigarettes and chatting for a while below.

Taking a drag, Jian Yan said: "You came to Paris this time specially to take care of the pregnant lady, didn’t you?"

"She’s more important to me now than anyone else. I can’t leave her side for a moment during this time!" Mu Yichen declared seriously, his youthful arrogance still apparent.

"Yeah, I heard that as soon as you arrived, someone else followed right after," Jian Yan commented.