When Ji Wei was very young, Zhao Wanfang once visited Rongcheng to see her only niece.
Back then, Zhao Wanfang only stood from a distance, watching for a while. Once she confird that the little girl lived happily and joyfully, the stone in her heart finally settled, and she never disturbed her again.
Now, seeing the little girl who once played in the garden grow so big, pretty and kind, with a temperant so similar to Wanfei’s, Zhao Wanfang suddenly felt a surge of emotion in her eyes.
Her sister fell in love with a man of vastly different social status, they eloped and left Britain, wandered through Japan, living a precarious life, and eventually, she passed away at a bright young age, leaving only a daughter behind. How could one not feel heartache?
Seeing the middle-aged woman suddenly raise her hand to wipe away tears, Ji Wei thought she was hurt when pushed by Nan Huiru and asked with concern, "Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor to check on you?"
Zhao Wanfang smiled and shook her head.
"Zhao Wanfang, stop pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy here. My daughter-in-law is kind-hearted, but she’s just asking out of pity. Ji Wei, co here! This kind of sly fox loves to feign misery to attract n’s affection, don’t fall for it!"
Nan Huiru pulled Ji Wei away from Zhao Wanfang, her eyes full of anger and disgust.
Zhao Wanfang?
Upon hearing this na, Ji Wei was suddenly stunned. Why does this woman also have the surna Zhao, and has a na so similar to her mother’s...
"Mrs. Nan, how many tis do I have to say it before you believe? I ca to the hospital today to see the doctor, and never intended to disturb Chairman Gu, stop making random guesses..."
"Shut up, you wench! Caught you red-handed, yet you dare to quibble!"
Nan Huiru had no intention of listening to these words. Over more than ten years, this woman always wore a pitiful look, saying she never had an interest in Gu Zhizhou, yet she didn’t believe even a bit!
Seeing Nan Huiru raise her hand, about to give the woman a slap, Ji Wei suddenly stepped forward to block her.
"What do you actually want to do? Don’t forget you are the daughter-in-law of the Gu Family!" Nan Huiru was trembling with rage, and her raised hand couldn’t fall down.
The commotion here soon attracted the attention of others. Ji Wei calmly looked at Nan Huiru and advised, "Mom, many doctors and nurses here know us, causing a scene like this isn’t the solution. Besides, Dad is still in a coma, do you really want to sar his face?"
Nan Huiru also noticed the gazes directed at them, her chest heaving intensely, her face flushed, and finally put her hand down but still clenched it into a fist unwillingly.
"Miss Zhao, Dr. Simpson is looking for you. So, you’re here."
At this ti, a nurse walked over to Zhao Wanfang, supporting her towards the consultation room, "How is your health, have the symptoms of dizziness lessened..."
Zhao Wanfang was led away by the nurse, and as she passed a corner, she turned back to glance at Ji Wei, her expression complex, mingled with so comfort.
Ji Wei was hit by such a gaze, a sense of inexplicable closeness surged in her heart.
Who exactly is she!
Night, Aifei Manor.
Inside the European-style dining room, lights were brilliant.
The maid served the dinner, then smiled and stepped aside.
Ji Wei poked at the mashed potatoes in her bowl with a fork, and upon seeing Gu Moqian enter the dining room, she looked up and spoke, "Mo Qian, today at the hospital, Mom almost fought with a lady nad Zhao."
As the man walked, he took off his coat and handed it to the maid. Upon hearing Ji Wei’s words, his expression slightly changed.
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