His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1262 - 351: Love You for Ten Thousand Years (Part 1)



Chapter 1262 - 351: Love You for Ten Thousand Years (Part 1)

Chapter 1262: Chapter 351: Love You for Ten Thousand Years (Part 1)

"I went to visit the patient, and that’s considered causing trouble?"

"You don’t understand Yichen’s temper, do you? If you interrupt him and his wife, you better think it through yourself. I don’t want to go anyway."

Zhao Huai shook his head. He wanted to wait until later to meet Xiaomei. Even though Xiaomei hasn’t moved in with him yet, she’s already brought many of her things to his place. Out of seven days a week, she’s there for five. He really enjoys that feeling.

"Then I should head home early to accompany my wife!"

Recently, Qiao Yi always feels unsatisfied, so he isn’t eager to go home. Going home just makes him feel stressed.

The little princess constantly monopolizes his woman, and since Xi Meng had a C-section, they can’t be intimate for quite a while.

Qiao Yi has never felt that not being able to be intimate with a woman could be so painful.

After Zhao Huai and Qiao Yi finished their meal, Zhao Huai went to the studio since he had nothing to do in the afternoon.

Xiaomei ran outside after hearing from her colleagues that his car was outside.

Zhao Huai got out of the car and leaned against the door, watching as she ran to about a meter in front of him.

"Why are you here so early?"

Xiaomei was a bit excited, her eyes shining brightly.

"I’m here to wait for you to get off work! I have nothing else to do this afternoon!"

Zhao Huai looked at her, always feeling at ease when he’s with Xiaomei. He really likes this feeling of tranquility.

Hearing him say he came to pick her up from work, Xiaomei felt delighted, with a hint of blush on her cheeks.

Ever since they began having intimate relations, they seem to be in a perpetual good mood, always looking forward to it.

"Since the boss is away, why don’t we skip work today?"

Zhao Huai suggested, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Xiaomei raised her charming big eyes to look at him, feeling a bit guilty. She could even hear her heart beating strongly.

"Isn’t that bad? Everyone else is working, and with Qinqin not around, I actually have a lot to do for her."

Even though Xiaomei wanted to spend time with him, she didn’t want to skip work. She’s always been sincere about her work.

Zhao Huai didn’t press, just slipped his hands into his trouser pockets.

"Yesterday, you seemed to ask me about my relationship with Lu Fei?"

Zhao Huai suddenly brought it up himself.

Xiaomei had forgotten about yesterday, but his mention reminded her: "So, you two... are really close?"

"I’m just worried if she keeps causing trouble, you and Qin Mu will get exhausted."

Zhao Huai spoke honestly.

Xiaomei was subconsciously touched again, involuntarily lowering her head and slowly moving closer to him.

"Zhao Huai! I have to get back to work!"

She whispered with her forehead resting against his chest.

Zhao Huai lowered his eyes, trying to see her face, but she was too low. With a helpless sigh, he said, "If you keep this up, I’ll start having romantic thoughts!"

Xiaomei saw his lower abdomen, and immediately raised her head.

"Ah!"

But her movement collided with Zhao Huai’s nose, causing him to close his eyes and tilt his head back in pain.

Xiaomei, nervous, let out a scream and quickly found tissues to help him stop the nosebleed.

The nearby tree rustled softly in the wind, with a sound that was delicate yet pleasant.

Although the wind was warm, it made people feel refreshed inside.

When Xiaomei first came to the country with Qin Mu, she never thought she’d find a boyfriend here, nor did she anticipate letting go of her long-time crush on JY so easily.

Zhao Huai, like a breeze of spring, quietly settled in her heart, bringing her a warm feeling, making her heart feel like it had found a harbor.

That evening, Zhao Huai took Xiaomei to AM because she said she wanted to eat the sweet and sour ribs there. For Zhao Huai, that was a piece of cake.

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen had stayed home all day, but in the evening, they planned to dine with Qin Haiming, coincidentally at the same place where they ran into the other two at the hotel entrance.

Mu Yichen and Qin Mu walked separately, intending to go inside, when they looked up and saw that couple.

It was Qin Mu’s first time seeing Zhao Huai holding Xiaomei’s hand, looking very much like they were in the throes of a fresh romance.

Perhaps it was the overly warm breeze that night, making Zhao Huai’s face a bit flushed! Was it shyness?

Xiaomei wanted to pull her hand away from Zhao Huai’s, and while Zhao Huai had the same thought, her gesture made him hold her hand even tighter.

Zhao Huai wasn’t willing to let go of Xiaomei’s hand, feeling that Qin Mu was like Xiaomei’s family; he casually greeted them and then asked about Mu Yichen’s condition.

"He had a fever this morning, but he’s fine now! We’re meeting with the boss for dinner, want to join us?"

Qin Mu, with her hands in her pockets, glanced at Mu Yichen, answered for him and then asked them, deliberately not making a big deal about them holding hands.

"Boss? Mayor Qin? Forget it! It’s more comfortable for just the two of us to eat alone!"

Upon hearing Qin Mu, Zhao Huai quickly declined after realizing who she was referring to.

"Then let’s go!"

Mu Yichen said, then took his hand out of his pocket to gently guide Qin Mu’s shoulder, indicating she should walk ahead, as the four proceeded inside.

Xiaomei and Qin Mu walked in front, discussing work matters, while Zhao Huai quietly asked Mu Yichen in the back: "Was he really sick?"

"Is love clouding your judgment to the point where you can’t tell truth from falsehood?"

Mu Yichen asked seriously, his eyes showing a hint of teasing; it’s the first time in years that Mu Yichen saw this junior holding a girl’s hand.

Zhao Huai was momentarily at a loss for words, truthfully admitting he was a bit love-drunk right now.

Later, they parted ways; Xiaomei and Zhao Huai didn’t choose a private room; they found a quiet corner to dine.

Qin Mu and Mu Yichen went upstairs to a private room, where Qin Haiming was already waiting for them, along with another person.

It was Qin Mingzhu!

When Qin Mu saw Qin Mingzhu sitting inside, her calm heart skipped a beat.

Qin Mingzhu’s breath also quickened upon seeing her, but she quickly lowered her head, sitting obediently beside Qin Haiming.

"When did you return?"

It was Mu Yichen who casually asked Qin Mingzhu, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Today!"

Qin Mingzhu replied, briefly looking up at Mu Yichen before lowering her head again.

"She came back to fetch some things! Since I invited you both to dinner today, I had her come along!"

Qin Haiming explained on her behalf.

Qin Mu, sitting diagonally across from her, didn’t rush to greet Qin Mingzhu as she kept her head lowered.

"I’ve already ordered some food, will you two make do with it?"

Soon, the waiter knocked, and Qin Haiming remembered he had already ordered, mentioning it calmly.

"I’m sure your choices will suit us just fine!"

Mu Yichen chuckled, trying to ease the tension.

The first two dishes were Qin Mu’s favorites, and Qin Haiming instructed them to be placed near her. Later, while Qin Haiming and Mu Yichen were chatting, and as more dishes arrived, Qin Mu lightly instructed, "Please place these two dishes near Miss Qin!"

The waiter nodded, gently placing the dishes in front of Qin Mingzhu.

"I need to use the restroom!"

Qin Mu got up, helping the waiter gently place another dish down, then excused herself.

Qin Haiming lifted his eyes, thinking Qin Mu was upset, unaware Qin Mingzhu suddenly stood up too: "I’ll go as well!"

Qin Mu glanced back at Qin Mingzhu, saying nothing, and the sisters left the room one after another. Qin Haiming seemed a bit worried, but Mu Yichen appeared quite at ease.

Just as the two stepped out, they ran into a woman emerging from the neighboring room, who opened her mouth in surprise: "It’s you!"


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