She used a few plants on the shelf to hide herself, and the mont she saw the child, her pupils constricted in disbelief.
That... that child...
Before her eyes were two figures, one big and one small.
The big one wore a shirt, the small one a T-shirt, with a little red sailboat drawn on the front of the T-shirt.
Yet, despite this, the two figures looked remarkably similar.
Even though the child still looked so young, there was... there was inexplicably a resemblance in contour to him.
Seeming to sense her gaze, Fu Nancheng looked up in this direction.
Luckily, Qiao Mo reacted swiftly, imdiately turning her body to conceal herself again.
That child... why did that child look so much like him?
Even the way he cut steak and ate was exactly the sa.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were red, her heart racing rapidly, and she couldn’t help but poke her head out again to observe the child.
The child wasn’t very old, his small face particularly fair and tender, with a white napkin tied around him, holding cutlery ant for children, slightly frowning his elegant little brows, ticulously cutting the steak. She wondered if he could chew it properly.
"Qiqi, are you happy that Uncle Fu is accompanying you today?" Yu Qianxun asked softly.
"Yes." The child nodded vigorously.
"From now on, would you like Uncle to co see you often?" Yu Qianxun spoke gently.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on the child called Qiqi, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
Qiao Mo stood not far away, softly murmuring: Qiqi... Qiqi...
Is the child Qianxun’s?
But she had clearly asked her yesterday if she was married, if she had a boyfriend.
If she wasn’t married, then whose child is this...
Qiao Mo dared not think, as his resemblance to Fu Nancheng was such that she couldn’t help but associate them at first sight.
She stood there not knowing how long, her gaze fixed on the three at the table’s edge.
The three seed warm and harmonious, like a family of three. Her heart felt a pang of sadness.
Before she could think further, they had already started to settle the bill.
Qiao Mo watched as Fu Nancheng considerately paid, then removed the scarf for Qiqi, carefully wiped his mouth, and then picked him up and set him on the ground.
Yu Qianxun watched this scene with a bright smile, standing gently aside without a word.
Qiao Mo’s eyes grew sour, but seeing the three preparing to leave, she didn’t linger, quickly getting up to leave.
She didn’t quite know how she made her way back to the office, but even when she sat back in her chair, Qiao Mo’s mind was filled with those matching faces, big and small.
Is the child Fu Nancheng’s... no... how is that possible.
How could he possibly be with Yu Qianxun?
This... this makes no sense.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, her heart in turmoil, but suddenly recalled a few past coincidences.
The first ti they t, Yu Qianxun called him Nancheng.
The second ti they t, she accidentally noticed how she looked at him.
Qiao Mo was a bit upset, feeling like an oblivious fool; she had never heard him ntion his relationship with Yu Qianxun had progressed to this extent.
So much so that they could eat right in front of their company’s entrance!
As she was lost in thought, Fu Nancheng’s call ca in.
After eating, thinking he was near her company, he wanted to drop by to see her, but wasn’t sure if she was at the office.
Qiao Mo let the phone ring for a long ti but didn’t pick up.
She was sowhat irrational at the mont, unable to accept it.
Fu Nancheng frowned as he looked at the phone, then glanced up at the building of Qiao Mo’s company from outside the car window.
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