NOVPUBChapter 430: 416, Mo Xiao’s Birthday (1)_1
Chapter 430: 416, Mo Xiao’s Birthday (1)_1
Mo Xiao nodded and wracked his brains, wondering how to interact with Jian Luo later.
At this moment, a burst of noise came from the television.
[CEO Chu, there was an accident at Chu Group’s development site in the South District where a worker accidentally fell to his death. Is this true?]
[CEO Chu, to cover this up, the Chu Group offered hush money to the victim’s family. However, without successful agreement, the victim’s family is seeking a lawyer to sue the Chu Group. Is this true? ]
[CEO Chu, it’s been said that Chu Group provided financial assistance to Lu Group who slandered JK International for using radioactive jewellery. Were you aware of this?]
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Blinking lights went off like camera flashes, as reporters swarmed around Chu Yihen, bombarding him with a flurry of questions.
In the crowd, Chu Yihen’s gentle and handsome face stood out sharply.
He remained silent, his expression gloomy throughout.
Escorted by security, Chu Yihen got into his car. The pearlescent blue sports car sped off, leaving a trailing car shadow behind for the journalists.
Watching the television, a mocking smile appeared on Jian Qing’s lips.
Soon after, Jian Luo returned from his phone call.
Just as his buttocks touched the seat, Quan Jingwu got home.
The moment he walked through the door, Quan Jingwu found the living room glaringly bright.
With three large watt light bulbs in the room, how could it not be bright?
It seemed that he needed to take his wife to his house as soon as possible.
“You’re back.”
Jian Qing stood up to greet him.
Quan Jingwu looked down at his wife’s smiling face and slowly relaxed his furrowed brows, “Aren’t you cold wearing so little?”
“It’s fine, the heater’s on.”
She smiled, her eyes curving as she reached out to take his coat.
After changing his shoes, Quan Jingwu draped his arm around her shoulders.
His movements were smooth and practiced.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“I’ve ordered from Qianshi Restaurant. It should be here soon,” she said.
His gaze fell on her soft red lips. Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened, and his dissatisfaction with the three light bulbs in the living room deepened.
Any light bulb that hindered his intimacy with his wife was absolutely not allowed.
Mo Xiao and Jian Luo looked at the affectionate couple, simultaneously furrowing their brows, their displeasure evident.
“Sister, I’m hungry. Is dinner ready?” Jian Luo deliberately asked for Jian Qing’s attention, earning a cold look from Quan Jingwu.
He wasn’t afraid of him as long as his sister was there.
“Yes, just wait a bit longer.”
Quan Jingwu moved his arm down around Jian Qing’s waist, as if to show off.
Jian Qing smiled helplessly and pulled him to sit.
“These strawberries are quite nice.”
Xiya commented, breaking the ice.
Jian Qing smiled, picking up a fork and skewering a strawberry.
“It’s getting cold. Don’t eat too much,” Quan Jingwu said softly.
Hearing this, Jian Qing took a bite of the strawberry and offered the remaining half to him.
“You have one too.”
Without thinking, he opened his mouth and swallowed the strawberry.
Instantly, the other three felt as if they had become invisible.
“Ahem!”
Mo Xiao and Jian Luo simultaneously cleared their throats.
The pair had a silent agreement, venting their silent dissatisfaction. With a whole plate of strawberries, why did they have to share one?
Jian Qing eyed the two, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
Mo Xiao instinctively looked at Jian Luo, but she shyly averted her gaze, her eyes flashing with a hint of unnaturalness.
After a while, the food from Qianshi Restaurant arrived.
The group walked into the dining room. Without a doubt, Quan Jingwu naturally sat with Jian Qing. Whether by coincidence or intentionally, Mo Xiao sat next to Jian Luo.
Jian Luo slightly narrowed his eyes, not saying much.
Thanks to Xiya who occasionally livened up the atmosphere; otherwise, the meal would have been really awkward.
Jian Luo and Jian Qing talked about matters in M Country; Mo Xiao did not interrupt and quietly listened aside, his gaze warming as he looked at the pair of children in front of him.
If Weiwei was still here, they would have been such a happy family.
Thinking of this, he felt a pain at the bottom of his heart.
Although Jian Luo was talking to Jian Qing, he secretly paid attention to him from the corner of his eye.
Perhaps it was the inseparable blood ties between father and son, he felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow emanating from him.
He was moved, took the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of food into the bowl of the person beside him.
Mo Xiao was still lost in a sentimental mood. Looking down, he was surprised to see the food that suddenly appeared in his bowl.
“Eat it before it cools off.”
The gentle voice was like a gentle drizzle in March, moistening his parched heart.
Mo Xiao’s frosty eyes brightened, a radiant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth
He picked up the food and put it into his mouth. In an unnoticed corner, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes redden.
This was enough…
Jian Qing glanced at Jian Luo, and her lips curled up slightly.
Because of Jian Luo’s gesture, the awkward atmosphere at the dining table gradually dissipated, replaced with a hint of warmth.
Just after finishing the meal, before Jian Qing even had a chance to stand up, she heard the sound of a ringing phone in the living room.
“You all continue eating, I’ll go answer a call.”
She pushed back her chair and walked out.
Picking up the phone, when she saw the incoming call, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.
The phone had rung twice, but she picked it up nonetheless.
After a few minutes of silence, the person on the other end broke it.
“Jian Qing!”
Jian Qing responded a vague “Mmm,” showcasing a degree of estrangement.
On the other end of the line, Old Mr. An gave a bitter smile.
“Jian Qing, there’s something I’d like to ask of you.”
“Go ahead,” Jian Qing replied indifferently.
“Today is Azhe’s birthday, could you go and see him?” Old Mr. An asked cautiously.
Old Mr. An was oblivious to the rapidly progressing relationship between Mo Xiao and father-and-daughter Jian Qing these days. He couldn’t bear to leave Mo Xiao alone on his birthday, so he thought of calling Jian Qing to ask her to see Mo Xiao.
Birthday?
Jian Qing was taken aback. Today is his birthday?
Before she could respond, the old man’s voice rang out again, “Jian Qing, Azhe has been alone all these years, could you, given today is his birthday, could you…”
“He is here with me.” Jian Qing cut him off.
Hearing this, Old Mr. An paused, then let out a pleased laugh.
“Good, good, good!”
He repeated “good” three times, his hoarse voice revealing a hint of excitement.
Jian Qing could hear the choke in his voice. In her mind’s eye, she pictured the often lonely expression on the old man’s face.
“Nothing else, I won’t disturb you further,” said Old Mr. An. no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
She replied with a simple hum, and the call was ended with a soft sigh in her ear.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Jian Qing let her hand with the phone drop.
Footsteps sounded behind her, accompanied by a man’s low voice.
“What are you thinking about?”
Quan Jingwu circled her from behind, his arm around her slender waist.
A moment later, Jian Qing turned around, tiptoed, leaning into his ear, “Xiaojing, let’s go buy a cake.”
“Hmm?” He raised his eyebrows.
Jian Qing smiled lightly and pointed in the direction of the dining room.
