His Beloved Treasure-Chapter 773 - 216 After the Wedding (9) (Third Update)_1

Zhao Huai couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Qin Mu’s stubborn demeanor, but he didn’t go over to provoke her. Instead, he chatted with the police officer.

Xiaomei stood by and listened as Zhao Huai exchanged pleasantries with the police officer without saying anything else. She instinctively glanced towards her boss and noticed that Qin Mu’s eyes seemed to sparkle like diamonds as she stared straight ahead.

Following her gaze, Xiaomei looked at the black car and recognized it as Zhao Huai’s vehicle. However, could there be someone else in the car? She approached Zhao Huai and quietly asked, "Is President Mu in the car?"

Zhao Huai looked down at Xiaomei, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Xiaomei immediately understood.

"President Mu, is he AM’s Yichen?"

The police officer promptly returned Qin Mu’s driving license to Zhao Huai with a smile and asked.

"Indeed!"

In fact, the police officer’s daughter worked at AM, albeit in a minor position, but he still didn’t dare to offend such a figure.

"Thanks, uncle!"

Zhao Huai patted the somewhat slim shoulder of the police officer and then took Xiaomei to find Qin Mu.

With a sharp eye, she immediately snatched the driving license from Zhao Huai’s hand and turned to get into the car with an air of arrogance.

Zhao Huai...

"Xiaomu!"

Qin Mu paid no attention at all, opened the door, sat inside, and closed the car door with force.

"She’s in a bad mood now, let’s just leave it!"

Xiaomei said and then reluctantly followed her into the car.

Zhao Huai stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching their car drive away and inadvertently sighed, thinking to himself, why do women always have such big tempers?

Nowadays, it seems like men are the ones with good temperaments, while women’s tempers are hideous.

Yep, they must all be spoiled by men.

Speaking to himself, Zhao Huai glanced once more at the opposite car, only to find the police officer standing beside him again.

After getting into the car, Zhao Huai turned to look at Mu Yichen, "Where are we going now?"

"Back to the office!"

Mu Yichen’s response was indifferent as he continued flipping through the materials in his hand.

As though his eyes had never left the documents he was holding, he’d actually been watching the distance all along.

The way she looked at him made him quite unwilling to face her.

Which was why he hadn’t gone out earlier.

Qin Mu had accidentally pricked her fingertip at the factory, alarming the workers to the point where they all turned pale.

So Xiaomei took her to the hospital, fearing she might have been poisoned.

The doctor gave her an injection and then let them go because there was no issue at all.

Xiaomei helped her walk out, mainly out of fear that she might bump into someone again or accidentally hit a wall.

Xiaomei thought to herself that the argument must have been severe for her to behave like this.

When the two of them left the hospital, it started snowing again. Qin Mu sighed involuntarily, "What kind of lousy weather is this?"

"I’ll go bring the car over."

Xiaomei muttered to herself, not daring to let her wander off.

Qin Mu stood there quietly waiting, looking at her fingertip that had reddened, and suddenly felt uncomfortable enough to sniffle.

Could it be a cold?

She had slept well the night before, even waking up naturally in the morning.

But as soon as she went out, everything seemed to go wrong.

Looking at the bracelet on her wrist, she found it bothersome and forcefully removed it. Glancing at the nearby trash can, she tossed it right in.

Xiaomei’s car arrived and she strode over to get in.

However, a woman behind her immediately reached into the trash can after seeing her car drive away.

A colored gold bracelet, no matter how beautiful and seemingly valuable, especially with the letters on it, caught the woman’s eye. She glanced around and then quickly pocketed the bracelet.

On the way back, Qin Mu didn’t say another word, just leaning on the back seat, looking somewhat weak.

From the rearview mirror, Xiaomei noticed her complexion didn’t look good, "The doctor said it should be fine, and you got a tetanus shot, but why does your face look so bad?"

Could she admit that she had cried in the hospital restroom?

So, she just washed her face, and then...

She ended up looking rather pale.

Her lipstick was also gone.

She reached forward, weakly, opened the compartment in front, looked at the two lipsticks inside, randomly picked one, straightened up, flipped open the vanity mirror, and applied a thick layer of lipstick to her lips.

Suddenly, there was color again.

"Feeling better now?"

She turned to look at Xiaomei.

Xiaomei looked at her and then sighed helplessly.

This was the most worried Xiaomei had been for Qin Mu in all the years she’d known her.

"It’s strange! Back when you took care of Huanhuan by yourself, I never worried about you, and I even felt happy when you moved to Rongcheng later. But now, why do I start to feel anxious?"