novelraw Chapter 562: How are you here? Are you following me again?
Chapter 562: How are you here? Are you following me again?
"If you think it’s okay, then fine." Ji Wei had given up resisting.If it’s a son, he’d definitely be as handsome as Gu Moqian. This nickname doesn’t seem bad at all.
After finally suppressing his impulses and finishing his shower, Gu Moqian carried Ji Wei to the bed, pulled a quilt over her, and said, "Wait for me. I’ll be out soon after I finish washing up."
Ji Wei smiled and nodded.
Gu Moqian took a lukewarm shower to cool down that restless desire inside him.
When he came out of the bathroom, the moment he looked up, he saw Ji Wei leaning against the headboard, flipping through something in her hands.
"What are you so engrossed in?" The man’s deep and mellow voice suddenly sounded above her. Ji Wei looked up and met Gu Moqian’s starry, deep-set eyes gazing at her.
He had just finished his shower. The fresh scent of the same body wash wafted from him, a few damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead, his fair and clean face as flawless as ever.
Ji Wei was momentarily dazed before she finally moved her lips and said with a smile, "Photos from when I was little."
"Oh?" Gu Moqian’s interest was piqued. "Let me join you."
He got onto the bed, wrapped Ji Wei in his arms, his smooth chin resting on the top of her head. Her hands held the photo album, while his hands gently covered her soft, small hands, his expression tender and warm.
"So I was this adorable when I was a kid, look at how big my eyes were!" Ji Wei exclaimed, pointing at a photo of herself as a baby.
She had only just seen this album after mentioning her pregnancy to her grandma, who then had A Xiu bring it out. The photos in it were ones Ji Wei had never seen before.
"Oh my, this one is too cheeky! I actually treated the dog like a toy, squeezing it endlessly."
"I must’ve been a foodie as a kid. Look at this—ice cream smeared all over my face, like a little calico cat..."
Ji Wei couldn’t get enough of the photos. Every time Gu Moqian saw the spark of excitement in her eyes, he found her especially captivating and couldn’t resist leaning over to plant a kiss on her charming face.
Holding her like this, watching her happiness, Gu Moqian felt that even if the entire world were offered in exchange, he wouldn’t agree.
As they continued flipping through, Ji Wei’s eyelids started to droop, and she yawned repeatedly. "Mo Qian, who do you think our baby will resemble more in the future?" she asked.
"I hope the baby looks like you," he replied.
She mumbled something drowsily and leaned against his shoulder, no longer moving.
Gu Moqian gently took the photo album from her hands and carefully adjusted her body so she could lie down more comfortably.
He initially intended to get up and turn off the bedside lamp, but the woman clung tightly to his arm, unwilling to let go. Gu Moqian smiled helplessly, yet dotingly, and decided to lie back down, cradling her into his embrace. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net
"I want to give birth to a mini-version of Mo Qian," the woman murmured hazily, nuzzling into his chest.
Gu Moqian lowered his head to kiss the top of her hair, his voice low and soft, spilling like molasses: "Silly girl, even if it’s our son, I’d still be jealous."
...
On an international flight to Venice.
"Excuse me, sir, could you let me through? My seat is by the window."
Hearing this, Ye Cheng, who was engrossed in reading materials about the Venice Film Festival, froze for a moment as he flipped a page.
This voice sounded very familiar...
He abruptly raised his head, and that face—seductive and captivating, adorned with a playful smile—crashed into his gaze all at once.
A shadow of coldness and hostility instantly darkened Ye Cheng’s expression. "What are you doing here? Are you stalking me again?"
The man’s accusatory tone didn’t faze Zimei one bit. She continued to smile enchantingly, her beauty undiminished. "You misunderstand. I’m traveling to Venice for work."
Work?
Ye Cheng scoffed incredulously. How could it be such a coincidence?
Seeing Zimei standing in the aisle, clutching a small suitcase, a flight attendant came over kindly to ask, "Ma’am, do you need any assistance?"
Zimei smiled and pointed her finger at Ye Cheng, her crimson lips parting slightly: "Could you please ask this gentleman to let me pass?"