Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont and nodded, "Um."
It wasn’t that she intended to conceal anything; it’s just that besides Fu Nancheng, Qinghuan, Xu Wan, and Qiao Dehou, she hadn’t told anyone else about Chenchen’s background.
She didn’t want others to pity Chenchen or look at him differently.
To her, he was her child, even if not by blood.
Yu Qianxun seed a bit out of it and only reacted after a while: "But... but didn’t you have a miscarriage before..."
"You’ve heard about that too." Qiao Mo smiled slightly without explaining further.
Yu Qianxun frowned slightly, seeming sowhat suspicious.
The al stretched into the afternoon, and everyone enjoyed it imnsely.
...
The next morning, Qiao Mo continued to take a few sips of traditional Chinese dicine, and her condition improved significantly.
It gave her so comfort.
After Fu Nancheng dropped her off at the company, he said softly, "I’ll pick you up this evening."
"Okay."
Qiao Mo was very busy that day. With a backlog of work from the previous days, she was a bit overwheld the entire morning.
And at noon, she still had unavoidable project discussions.
So she decided to arrange a eting with a partner during lunch, as having lunch alone or with soone else made no difference; if work matters could be resolved simultaneously, it would be more efficient.
At exactly 12:45, her secretary Lu Lu knocked on the door: "President Qiao, your lunch appointnt with President Zhang is coming up in fifteen minutes; it’s ti to leave now."
Qiao Mo nodded, organized the files on her desk, and walked out with her belongings.
She had arranged to et with a major clothing rchant in Longchang City at 12:30, and to save ti, they chose a restaurant next to the company, just a ten-minute walk away.
Qiao Mo walked quickly, ntally sorting through the relevant regulations.
Ten minutes later, Qiao Mo hurriedly appeared on the second floor of Haiwei Western Restaurant, where the environnt was elegant and well-cooled.
Surrounded by many green plants and wrought iron chandeliers, it wasn’t overly luxurious but had a sowhat bourgeoisie charm.
Qiao Mo looked around and soon spotted President Zhang, imdiately showing a smile: "President Zhang, I’m sorry for being late and keeping you waiting."
"Miss Qiao, you’re too polite. I was simply early, please have a seat."
After Qiao Mo sat down gracefully, the two ordered so food, ate simply, and then got straight to discussing the cooperation.
In just over an hour, they finalized the collaboration details, rely waiting for everything to be put on paper.
As they were about to leave, Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on a nearby spot, and she couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
The figure in the diagonally opposite corner looked sowhat familiar, resembling Yu Qianxun, but why would she be here when her company is quite far from this place?
"President Qiao?"
"Oh, sorry... you go ahead; I see a friend and want to say hello," Qiao Mo apologized.
The person nodded in understanding.
Qiao Mo’s gaze once again landed in the corner as she walked a few steps in that direction.
As she got closer, her view beca much clearer. Yu Qianxun was talking and laughing with two figures, one big and one small, looking very happy.
Qiao Mo frowned slightly, examining the figure with his back to her.
She couldn’t help but feel that it looked just like Fu Nancheng.
And beside him, there was a small figure, standing with a straight back just like him, seeming to be just a two or three-year-old child.
Qiao Mo frowned again and went around to another side of the restaurant to get a clear view of Fu Nancheng’s face and the child beside him.
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