n usually don't go out of their way to set a phone wallpaper, but when Ji Wei saw Mo Qian's phone screen, she was stunned.
There was a woman's photo on the screen. Although it only showed a side profile, Ji Wei imdiately recognized it—it was her!
The photographer's skills were exceptional, capturing her image with an unparalleled sense of aesthetic.
She stood beside a blooming tree, a few strands of hair naturally falling near her ears, her gaze slightly lowered. Long, dense eyelashes frad her eyes, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile lingered at her lips, presenting an utterly gentle and captivating figure.
Charming smile, radiant eyes.
A few lines of verse coursed through her mind, as Ji Wei stared at the photo, unable to believe her eyes.
Mo Qian actually set her photo as his phone wallpaper!
And where did this photo co from? She didn't have the slightest recollection of ever seeing it!
Hmm... Could Mo Qian have fallen in love with her?
No way, impossible!
In their past life, they were as incompatible as fire and water. Mo Qian couldn't possibly have fallen for her.
Ji Wei quickly dismissed the unrealistic fantasies swirling in her mind and skillfully dialed a series of numbers.
But the phone rang for a long ti without anyone answering. Ji Wei called several more tis, yet the results were the sa.
She paused to think for a mont before deciding to call her grandmother and ask about her father's situation.
After a few tones, the phone was answered.
Ji Wei's face lit up as she walked to the window, softly calling out, "Grandma."
"Who is this?" From the other end ca the voice of Old Madam Ji.
Her grandmother, whose hearing wasn't as sharp, hadn't imdiately recognized her voice.
Ji Wei felt her nose start to sting, her eyes brimming with misty tears.
In her past life, her grandmother had passed away in the second year of her marriage to Ji Chuyang. At the ti, she had been locked in the villa by Ji Chuyang and hadn't even been able to see her grandmother one last ti.
Ji Wei took a deep breath, speaking in a playful tone, "Grandma, it's , Ji Wei."
"Silly girl, you changed your number? And you didn't even tell !" Old Madam Ji's tone sounded reproachful, yet was full of affection.
Ji Wei's heart ached deeply.
"Grandma, this is Mo Qian's number."
Old Madam Ji was noticeably surprised: "Mo Qian? Are you with him?"
"Yes, he's right here beside ," Ji Wei replied.
"A Xiu, listen, Little Wei is finally coming to her senses!"
Old Madam Ji's voice sounded delighted, but suddenly took on a more serious tone as she questioned, "Little Wei, are you lying to ? Last night you disappeared for no reason, and the newspapers ntioned an attempted suicide. Where are you right now, how could you be so reckless!"
"Grandma, I'm not lying to you. I'm currently at Mo Qian's Shanshui Manor," Ji Wei patiently explained.
"I don't believe you, unless you let him answer the phone!"
When her grandmother beca stubborn, even a herd of cattle couldn't change her mind.
Ji Wei moved the phone slightly away from her ear and raised her eyes to look at Mo Qian, who was standing not far away.
He stood with his hands in the pockets of his tailored trousers, his tall figure poised and elegant, handso as always.
At this mont, Mo Qian was quietly watching her with deep eyes and a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
Before Ji Wei could say anything, Mo Qian stepped forward and spoke in a magnetic voice, "Need to answer the call?"
He must have overheard her conversation with her grandmother just now.
Ji Wei gazed at him and froze for a few seconds before handing over the phone.
Mo Qian gracefully held the phone to his ear and said warmly, "Grandma, this is Mo Qian."
Ji Wei watched as Mo Qian stepped away, engaging in a muted conversation with Old Madam Ji.
She was imnsely curious about their discussion but refrained from interrupting, standing quietly where she was as she waited for Mo Qian to finish the call.
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