Ji Wei’s eyes quietly gazed at Mo Qian. It was only at this mont that she realized his face seed even more gaunt than before.
A wave of heartache swept through her chest. Instinctively, she reached out and held the man’s hand. Her other hand slowly lifted, gently caressing his lean and refined face. Her voice trembled unconsciously: "Mo Qian, have you been working too hard lately? You’ve lost so much weight."
She ultimately didn’t dare to ask outright.
Mo Qian froze, sothing flickered fleetingly in his deep eyes.
Before he could respond, the woman leaned into his chest, her small face pressed tightly against the spot above his heart. Listening to Mo Qian’s strong and steady heartbeat, Ji Wei’s emotions gradually cald down.
"I’m sorry. During this ti, you have been taking care of while simultaneously managing the company. You must be exhausted. And yet I was being petty with you back then, failing to ease your burden..."
Mo Qian’s gaze was intense, his thin lips pressed together. After a long mont, he finally spoke in a soft, matter-of-fact tone: "It’s no big deal for a man to endure a bit of hardship."
He raised his hand to gently support Ji Wei’s chin. Noticing that her eyes were red again, his deep gaze faltered; his voice, slightly hoarse, said: "Today is your birthday. Cheer up."
Ji Wei nodded repeatedly, forcing herself to smile. Yet her heart still clenched with sharp pain.
She didn’t want Mo Qian to worry about her.
"Let’s go inside," Mo Qian said warmly, extending his arm to her.
Ji Wei naturally looped her arm through his, and the two walked side by side into the hotel.
Stepping out of the elevator, Ji Wei noticed a large group of dia reporters setting up equipnt and stationed at the entrance of the banquet hall. The mont they appeared, caras started flashing incessantly.
Ji Wei had thought tonight’s birthday banquet wouldn’t be public, so she was slightly surprised.
Mo Qian smiled toward the caras as he softly patted her hand in reassurance and whispered, "Those divorce rumors circulating online will cease to exist after tonight."
So, Mo Qian intended to use tonight’s birthday banquet to dispel the divorce rumors about them?
Honestly, she didn’t care much about those reports anymore. This life was her own, and she couldn’t control what gossipers said. Yet Mo Qian still thought ahead for her—he didn’t want her to be troubled by those rumors, did he?
From the ti they t until now, Mo Qian had never stopped giving for her. Even the things she couldn’t think of, he would anticipate and accomplish.
Ji Wei felt absurdly tearful tonight. But with the dia filming, she couldn’t cry.
She bit back the stinging sensation in her chest and smiled.
Suddenly, the hand beside her tightened. Ji Wei looked up into the man’s smiling eyes, feeling both an ache in her heart and overwhelming gratitude.
The banquet hall was lavishly adorned, with a towering birthday cake at the center. Atop the cake was a tiny figure resembling a princess, modeled after Ji Wei.
The room was decorated with balloons and strears, and the front wall displayed the English words "Happy Birthday Weiwei" in bold lettering. Everywhere she looked, the entire hall radiated a festive birthday atmosphere.
Stepping into the space, Ji Wei was montarily dazed.
On this day two years ago, there had also been a lively birthday banquet... That very night, she was reborn.
Because she made different choices, her life’s trajectory had transford completely.
No longer did she face the tragic fate of her previous life. Now, Ji Wei had the man she loved most, an adorable baby, and a blissful family.
The reason she could overturn her fortune and achieve happiness was entirely thanks to the man beside her—Mo Qian.
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