His Beloved Treasure Chapter 950: Mrs. Mu is in good physical condition2

And truly, it left the man sitting beside her at a loss for words.

Yes, President Mu had indeed taken a woman to the civil registry to get married.

"Huanhuan’s situation is different from yours."

Mu Yichen thought for a mont and spoke honestly.

"Oh? Then Qingxin’s situation must be the sa as Huanhuan’s, right?"

Qin Mu asked patiently, not at all discouraged.

Mu Yichen, however, was nearly infuriated to the point of a stomachache by her persistence.

"Mrs. Mu, must you insist on arguing this point with this morning?"

President Mu furrowed his brows in mild frustration but still spoke in a composed manner.

"Ti to eat! Ti to eat! You two arguing is driving crazy!"

Feng Fanghua tapped the table lightly twice with her chopsticks.

Qin Mu picked up her bowl, saying, "Mom says it’s ti to eat, so let’s eat first."

Mu Yichen took a deep breath and thought to himself, ’As a man, I won’t stoop to argue with this unreasonable woman,’ and thus lowered his head to eat.

Huanhuan watched her parents being so adorably bickering, and without realizing it, she ate while letting her mind wander whimsically.

After dinner, the proud couple went their separate ways, simply due to a disagreent over a few words.

When Mu Yichen arrived at the office, Jing Feng was already waiting for him.

"Why do you look so serious?"

Mu Yichen noted, lighting a cigarette, his gaze slightly sharp as he looked at Jing Feng.

The two of them stood by the window. Jing Feng had his hands on his hips, gazing outside, his eyes carrying a trace of coolness.

Mu Yichen kept one hand in his pocket while holding the cigarette with the other, squinting at the glowing tip between his fingers.

"Jing Qing wants to co back."

Jing Feng finally said it, trying his best to keep his tone light and unbothered.

Mu Yichen’s eyes lowered, making it impossible to discern the chill hidden in them.

Even though he and Mrs. Mu had gone their separate ways after breakfast, Mu Yichen had been in a good mood earlier, finding his wife a bit like a fiery chili pepper—full of flavor and zest.

It wasn’t until this mont that his good mood soured.

Though perhaps "soured" was the wrong word.

He raised his eyes to look at Jing Feng. "Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?"

When he uttered those words, the iciness in his tone was so sharp, as if she truly were dead to him.

"It’s been so long!"

Jing Feng turned to look at him, trying his hardest to reason with him.

But Mu Yichen let out a cold laugh, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced at Jing Feng, exuding a faint aura of mystery. "It’s been so long? So what—you’re telling the dead can co back to life?"

"Yichen, you know it was just a matter of expediency."

"No, I don’t know."

"Do you want her to spend her entire life wandering without a place to call ho?"

Jing Feng asked again, facing Mu Yichen’s cold indifference. He understood Mu Yichen’s emotions, but he hoped Mu Yichen would rember the bonds they had shared throughout the years.

"Jing Feng! I won’t take that risk! Tell Jing Qing that for the rest of this life, I’ll regard her as dead! Additionally—"

Mu Yichen spoke those ruthless words and then paused montarily.

"Additionally what?"

Jing Feng asked in a low, displeased tone.

"With her capabilities, she can take on a new na, a new identity, and still shine brightly sowhere else! What here is so worth her longing for? A man who doesn’t love her? A family that forced her to fake her death to hide her identity? If she’s regained her sanity, share these words with her—she’ll understand."

Mu Yichen stared at the ash on the tip of his cigarette as he spoke. When he finished, the atmosphere in the room turned icy, like the dead of winter.

Jing Feng could say no more, for he had never been able to persuade Mu Yichen on matters like these.

"Fine."

Jing Feng responded and left.

Mu Yichen leaned against the window, finishing his cigarette slowly.

He wasn’t in a hurry to finish it, just as he wasn’t in a hurry to shower his wife with affection.

However, anyone who might endanger his wife or bring her distress would be gone from his life for good, never to return.

On her way back to the studio, Qin Mu spotted a familiar car on the road. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she recognized it—the car itself, and even the license plate—but for the mont, she couldn’t rember who it belonged to.

She only felt certain that it must belong to a woman!

That afternoon, she t Wen Runuan for soup at AM, and once again, in the restroom, she brushed past that figure. Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

That woman’s silhouette...

Qin Mu stopped at the restroom door, turning to gaze long and hard at that retreating figure.

She could hear her own heartbeat becoming erratic. That silhouette felt overwhelmingly familiar.

Could it be... soone coming back from the dead?

When Qin Mu returned to the table, Wen Runuan had just finished taking a call. She set down her phone and looked up at Qin Mu, noticing instantly that she seed a bit shaken.