"Why are you sighing?"
Mo Qian lifted his eyelids and asked indifferently.
"I thought you weren’t planning to talk to anymore."
Ji Wei noticed he was willing to speak, so she seized the chance and stepped closer, standing in front of him. "Honey, did you sll that? There’s a faint sour scent in the study."
She spoke with a straight face, but the laughter in her bright eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Mo Qian: "..." Well, well, now she dared to mock him outright!
It seed he had been spoiling her too much lately, spoiling her to the point that she was becoming a little unruly and bold!
The man snorted angrily, his gaze falling on the scattered docunts on the desk. The expression on his handso face practically scread: I’m very upset.
Ji Wei saw this and nearly burst into laughter. She barely managed to rein it in, her beautiful eyes flickering as a mischievous idea suddenly ca to her.
"Ouch!" A sudden exclamation erupted from the woman above him.
Mo Qian’s gaze shot up imdiately. Ji Wei was clutching her stomach, a hint of worry swiftly climbing onto his features. His voice dropped as he asked, "What’s wrong?"
"My stomach, my stomach..." Ji Wei deliberately exaggerated her tone.
Mo Qian, completely forgetting his earlier annoyance, shot to his feet, grabbed her hand in a panic, and said, "Is your stomach hurting? I’ll call soone right away—"
Before he could finish his words, Ji Wei broke into peals of laughter.
"It’s not pain; the little one just kicked a mont ago," Ji Wei looked at him, her moist eyes sparkling as she spoke.
Mo Qian froze.
His expression darkened, and he was about to let go of her hand. But Ji Wei swiftly tightened her grip over his and guided his palm to her slightly swollen belly.
As if sensing the warmth from his father’s touch, the little baby courteously moved again.
Even Ji Wei was caught off guard.
She had been pretending earlier, but now, unexpectedly, the baby had actually kicked her.
Mo Qian: "..."
He stared at Ji Wei in disbelief, the cold rigidity on his face slowly lting and transforming into tiny flickers of joy in his deep black eyes.
"Mo Qian, look, even the baby is telling you not to stay mad anymore. Why don’t you give him so face?" Ji Wei took the chance to coax him.
Mo Qian reached out to pinch her delicate, upturned nose, speaking with a tone that balanced helplessness and indulgence. "You’ve even brought the little one into this. What else can I say?"
Ji Wei leaned forward, rewarding him with a light kiss on his lips.
Her warm breath tickled him, her long lashes fluttered enticingly, stirring a wave of longing within him. His tongue was just about to pry open her cherry lips when Ji Wei playfully pulled away and teased, "I swear there’s nothing between and Mr. Jin. Can you stop getting jealous all the ti?"
Mo Qian felt the warmth on his lips fade, and in his dissatisfaction, he murmured deeply, "You may not have feelings for him, but it doesn’t an he doesn’t have feelings for you."
"Impossible!" Ji Wei proclaid firmly. "He’s your cousin and even calls sister-in-law. We’re just family, nothing else."
Jin Qichuan liking her? No way!
Mo Qian cast her a sidelong glance, unwilling to explain any further.
Back in the park, he had seen it clearly—Jin Qichuan’s gaze had never left Ji Wei. As adults, Mo Qian naturally understood that intensity was the mark of a man’s interest in a woman...
Seeing Mo Qian return to his chair and start looking through docunts again, Ji Wei hesitated for a long ti but ultimately didn’t voice the questions lurking in her heart.
Mo Qian seed to harbor deep hostility toward that cousin of his. Had sothing happened between them?
"I need to head to the office. I’ll try to get back early tonight to spend ti with you," Mo Qian said as he grabbed his papers and stood up.
"Alright. I’ll walk you to the door," Ji Wei nodded.
As they reached the living room, they spotted Jin Xin tiptoeing toward the sofa, her movents so cautious she seed afraid of disturbing them.
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