His Beloved Treasure Chapter 500 - 150 The play is performed very well1

Rongcheng was suddenly hit by a heavy rain that day.

"If soone asks, just tell them you haven’t seen since you handed Huanhuan over to ."

"What exactly happened last night?"

"Nothing!"

Qin Mu lowered her head, and when her eyes caught sight of the ring, tears clung to her eyelashes and almost fell, but ultimately they did not.

"If it’s really nothing, why would you co here and tell not to tell anyone about your whereabouts? Mumu, what happened that you can’t even tell ?"

Helian Hao looked at her anxiously, really wanting to delve into Qin Mu’s heart to see what had happened, but she ultimately couldn’t.

It wasn’t because she didn’t dare, but because Qin Mu’s heart was like a fortress made of copper walls and iron barricades, harshly keeping her out.

"It really is nothing! It will pass soon!"

Qin Mu whispered, and later even gave Helian Hao a smile.

——

Later, Helian Hao t with Mu Yichen and relayed to him what Qin Mu had entrusted her with. Mu Yichen then asked with a single word: Is she alright?

Helian Hao, looking at Mu Yichen’s bloodshot eyes, felt an indescribable, heavy pain inside and nodded: Yeah! She’s fine!

Mu Yichen didn’t inquire further, and it seed like the matter was left in the past.

——

That day, the rain continued to pour!

Mu Yichen’s car was parked outside Qin Mu’s studio. Her car had always been there, sotis taken by her colleagues, but Qin Mu never showed up again.

He sat in his car indifferently, listening to the rain outside, watching others take her car and bring it back again, several tis in a day.

Eventually, the staff at the studio noticed him, but no one dared to approach him to say anything, as if the relationships among everyone had changed overnight.

But there was one person searching tirelessly across the city for Qin Mu’s whereabouts.

That was Wang Mingyu.

The man who had bonded with Qin Mu over running in the park.

The man who had once helped Qin Mu escape a predicant in the hospital.

The man who one morning awoke to find out he had slept with Qin Mu.

The day Mu Yichen arrived at the office, Qiao Yi followed him inside: "Wang Mingyu is here!"

"I didn’t seek him out, and yet he dares to co to ?"

Mu Yichen’s dark eyes turned chillingly cold as he stared ahead.

"It’s likely our people will have a hard ti stopping him, I heard he underwent special training abroad in the past few years."

Qiao Yi reminded him.

Mu Yichen was well aware of Wang Mingyu’s story, but what of it?

"If they can’t stop him with their hands,—"

Mu Yichen looked at Qiao Yi, his eyes cold as if he were about to kill.

Qiao Yi understood him, nodded, and then clutched his phone as he went out to make a call.

Mu Yichen sat back in his chair, only to hear a sudden loud thump outside.

Secretary Xi stood up startled from her desk and watched in shock against the wall as Qiao Yi fell to the ground. Then she looked at Wang Mingyu, not daring to intervene.

"Mu Yichen, where is Qin Mu?"

Wang Mingyu burst into the room, pointing at Mu Yichen and demanding.

Mu Yichen’s dark, hawklike eyes lanced towards his angry face—the man who appeared a few years younger than him was indeed brimming with youthful arrogance.

"I want to know where she is more than you do! Sadly!"

Mu Yichen finished speaking and then lowered his gaze, his cold eyes obscured by his long lashes.

Wang Mingyu, feeling powerless, let his arms droop and breathlessly forced out the words from his throat: "That night, I drank too much!"

Wang Mingyu was heartbroken and could hardly rember what happened that night. He only rembered drinking, and then everything was a blur.

In truth, he really liked Qin Mu, but he would never stoop so low as to use such a thod.

However, when Yang Qianxi told him that Qin Mu had just left his room, God only knows what he felt at the ti.

And at that mont, in this imposing office, the chill was terrifying.

Behind that solemn desk, the man in the executive chair, upon hearing those words, easily snapped the pen he was holding in his hand.

Two distinct emotions coexisted in the silence of the office space.

Mu Yichen’s heart, which had just begun to calm down, was again stirred by his irresponsible ntion of being drunk, and gradually, it swelled into a tsunami-like rage.

"Tell where she is, I’ll apologize to her!"

Apologize?

Mu Yichen wanted to laugh, but slowly stood up instead, his enigmatic gaze fixed on the sowhat confused man across from him.

Secretary Xi helped Qiao Yi up, dabbing at the cut on his mouth, just as they heard the clattering sounds from inside; both turned simultaneously towards that expensive door panel.