The brief filming and trip came to an end, and after returning to City A, the two went about their own business.
An Yiruo wants to create her own jewelry brand. In recent days, she has been constantly learning and drawing, often locking herself in her room and drawing day and night.
Even the slightest flaw means it has to be redrawn; the room is already littered with crumpled pieces of paper...
"An'an, do you want to rest for a bit?"
When Mo Jingchen entered, this was the scene he saw: An Yiruo was engrossed in drawing, with crumpled pieces of paper scattered around the table and chairs...
He randomly opened one and saw the designs inside; every single one of them would be a bestseller on the market.
But his An'an, despite striving for perfection, still couldn't meet his own standards.
"No, time is running out, I have to work hard," An Yiruo said without looking up, her paintbrush still in her hand.
"Haste makes waste. Changing your mood might bring new inspiration," Mo Jingchen said, walking over and taking the pen from her hand, placing it on the table.
"What are you doing? I haven't finished drawing yet!" An Yiruo said, slightly annoyed.
"I'll take you out for a nice meal. When we get back, I won't interfere with how late you want to work," Mo Jingchen said, then pulled An Yiruo up.
Even after sitting in the hot pot restaurant, An Yiruo was still a little dazed, as if she had traveled through time.
She sat there, watching Mo Jingchen order food.
After all the dishes were served, with the butter hot pot base and various side dishes that An Yiruo liked, she couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you order a half-and-half pot?"
"My husband is risking his life to accompany me today. I also want to experience what it's like to say that I can't live without spicy food."
As he spoke, Mo Jingchen put the vegetables into the pot to cook.
"Thank you, husband," An Yiruo said, holding her chopsticks and staring intently at the man sitting across from her.
"What, are you captivated by your husband's good looks? But wife, you should still be patient, after all, we're in a public place. When we get home, I'll let you see as much as you want."
"You're so unserious." An Yiruo's ears turned slightly red. She took a sip of water and glanced away.
"Wife, you can eat now." Mo Jingchen put a piece of beef into An Yiruo's bowl.
This feeling of ease was something An Yiruo had never experienced in the past few days. At this moment, she was happy, relaxed, enjoying the present moment, and letting her mind go blank.
After finishing their hot pot, the two of them strolled around the nearby shops. The shops weren't big, but they had a lot of cute little trinkets.
These are all things girls like: hair clips, hair ties, some delicate tableware, plush toys...
An Yiruo saw them and liked them all, especially the various fluffy dolls; she really wanted to take them all home.
Mo Jingchen watched as she stood in front of the row of plush toys, her gaze fixed on them, and then asked, "You like them?"
An Yiruo nodded: "How cute."
"want to?"
"I want it." As she spoke, An Yiruo didn't even glance at Mo Jingchen; her eyes remained fixed on the row of plush toys.
"Then I'll take them all," Mo Jingchen said, putting the dolls he could see into the shopping cart one by one.
"Isn't this too much?" An Yiruo asked, grasping his wrist.
“You’ll be happier if we put them at home. Besides, our house is big enough to fit them all,” Mo Jingchen gave her a reassuring smile before continuing his work.
The shopping cart was overflowing with plush toys. Mo Jingchen asked again, his voice full of affection, "Which one do you want?"
An Yiruo pointed to the wall of blind boxes over there: "I want those too."
"purchase."
"My husband is so good."
Back home, An Yiruo truly experienced what it's like to open blind boxes until your hands are sore!
"I've eaten well, I've had fun, time to get back to work!" An Yiruo looked at the blind box she had just opened on the coffee table and nodded in satisfaction.
An Yiru then shouted, "Uncle Wang, find a shelf and put them up in a bit."
"Yes, young mistress."
After making proper arrangements for her precious children, she got up contentedly to go to work.
It has to be said that a good mood makes one's mind more agile; agile mind makes one's work efficiency twice as good!
Inspiration burst forth in her mind, and An Yiruo completed all the sketches in one night.
With the final stroke, An Yiruo twisted her slightly stiff neck, stretched, and checked the design draft again to make sure there were no problems before putting it away in the drawer.
When I returned to the bedroom, Mo Jingchen was still awake, leaning against the window reading his financial magazine.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" An Yiruo quickly ran over and threw herself into Mo Jingchen's arms.
"Madam is so enthusiastic, you must have just had a good day at work?" Mo Jingchen took her with one hand and took off his gold-rimmed glasses from his nose with the other and placed them on the bedside table.
"Yes, all the sketches have been completed. We're just waiting for the final drawings to be ready in a few days."
"My darling is amazing. Here's a reward." Mo Jingchen ruffled her hair and kissed An Yiruo's forehead.
"Yes. But we still need to wait for the teacher to review it before the final draft can be completed."
"You're already very good," Mo Jingchen said softly, gently patting An Yiruo's head again.
An Yiruo lay on top of him, looking up to kiss Mo Jingchen, but was met with a dismissive remark: "Go take a shower."
"You despise me?" An Yiruo frowned, her tone mournful.
"I wouldn't dare."
"And who are you?"
This deadly question left Mo Jingchen speechless for a moment, so he simply silenced An Yiruo's incessant chatter with a kiss, and then carried her into the bathroom...
When she came out again, An Yiruo was all shy and blushed, letting Mo Jingchen hold her...
...
During this time, Pei Shaoqing also found many clues about his aunt in City A.
At this moment, all members of the Pei family in F City were filled with anticipation.
On this day, the director of the Blue Sky Welfare Home called, saying that he had figured out who the owner of the jade pendant was.
Pei Shaoqing was so excited that he immediately got up from the meeting and left for the dean's home.
"Dean, you... have you figured out who the jade pendant belongs to? Is it true?" Pei Shaoqing asked excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.
"Hmm. Come and see." The dean put on his reading glasses, pulled Pei Shaoqing to a desk, and opened an old photo album.
"The photos in this album are all of children who once lived in the orphanage."
Looking at the photos in the album, at the innocent smiling faces in the pictures, Pei Shaoqing thought of his little aunt. Little did he know that these children were the family members that so many people longed for day and night!
“Look at this photo. The jade pendant in it… doesn’t it look a lot like the one you brought over?” The dean pulled out a photo and handed it to Pei Shaoqing.
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