How could I not care?
Qin Weiwei had finally gotten pregnant, and all her hopes were pinned on this child. She had to do everything she could to make her child legitimate.
Qin Weiwei was extremely disappointed by the entire process of visiting Mo Tingchuan.
Mo Tingchuan was in such a serious condition, experiencing dizziness from time to time, yet he resolutely refused to admit that Ming Dai had hit him.
What Qin Weiwei found even more unacceptable was that Mo Tingchuan didn't want her to show her face in public, fearing that she would be discovered by everyone.
Mo Tingchuan did not love her in his heart.
If there is no love, those verbal promises will never come true.
Mingdai stayed in the coffee shop for a long time before finally flipping to the summer two years ago, where Qin Weiwei's lens captured half of Mo Tingchuan's profile.
The two had a candlelight dinner, and Qin Weiwei wore a sparkling diamond bracelet on her wrist, the same style as Ming Dai's.
But Mingdai's gift wasn't from Mo Tingchuan.
Mingdai did not believe it was a coincidence.
At that time, Mo Tingchuan's career was just starting to take off, and a diamond bracelet would cost at least tens of thousands of dollars, so he probably wouldn't be willing to buy it.
Mingdai seemed to be thinking for a moment, then got up and went to the bank.
Thanks to having acquaintances at the bank, obtaining Mo Tingchuan's income and expenditure records was not too difficult.
Mo Tingchuan had a private credit card, which he opened together with Ming Dai. Two years ago, before he had fully begun to guard against Ming Dai, he used this card to pay for the bracelet he bought for Qin Weiwei.
He was reluctant to buy it for Mingdai, but he could generously give it to Qin Weiwei.
Mingdai stared at the bill of transactions for a long time until her eyes started to sting.
Sometimes I really want to romanticize Mo Tingchuan's reasons for marrying her, and I genuinely hope that he loves her.
But reality cruelly told her time and time again that Mo Tingchuan had ulterior motives.
Mingdai was overwhelmed with uncontrollable despondency.
Just then, Mo Tingchuan called again, telling her to go to the hospital.
"Mingdai, I'm not feeling well."
"If you're not feeling well, just die."
Mingdai returned to the He family villa.
The housekeeper called her back as she was about to go upstairs.
"Miss Ming, the kitchen just made some delicious afternoon tea desserts, would you like to try some?"
Mingdai's days in the He family were quite comfortable. Everyone in the He family treated her with courtesy and warmth, an experience she had never had in the Mo family.
"Your Chinese medicine is ready. I guarantee it will be perfect this time. I personally supervised the brewing process."
The housekeeper smiled and invited Mingdai to the restaurant.
Mingdai was extremely grateful.
"Thank you."
The butler waved his hand, "It's all what I should do."
Mingdai sat down by the window in the restaurant to eat dessert, the setting sun shining on her, warm and comfortable.
Mingdai didn't eat dinner with everyone; she overslept.
He Yaonian finished his work in the study and came out downstairs to see the housekeeper.
"Has Mingdai woken up yet?"
The housekeeper shook his head. "No, it's too late to disturb her."
He Yaonian frowned, turned around and went upstairs again.
Mingdai was having nightmares, and when she heard a knock on the door, she couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
He sat up abruptly and took a few moments to regain his senses.
Her phone rang, and she rubbed her aching temples as she picked it up.
Seeing that the call was from He Yaonian, Mingdai quickly sat up straight, cleared her throat, and answered the phone.
"Hey, Third Uncle."
"Are you awake yet?"
ah?
Mingdai took the phone and looked at it; it was indeed He Yaonian.
Did he know she was sleeping?
"woke up."
"Open the door."
Mingdai was stunned. Was He Yaonian outside the door?
Could it be that the investigation into Mo Tingchuan's assets has already yielded results?
Mingdai perked up, got out of bed, and ran to open the door.
I just woke up, and my complexion was rosier than usual; I looked much healthier.
He Yaonian stood outside the door, dressed in a suit and tie, tall and handsome, staring intently at Mingdai who had opened the door.
"Third Uncle."
Mingdai was a little embarrassed. "I fell asleep and didn't hear your call earlier."
Aren't you hungry?
He Yaonian looked away. "Let's go downstairs for dinner."
Mingdai was bewildered. She wasn't hungry, as she had just woken up and didn't feel anything.
Seeing He Yaonian turn and leave, Mingdai wondered, could he have come here specifically to call her?
Mingdai went back to her room to change out of her pajamas, washed her face briefly, and then went downstairs to the kitchen.
It's past eight o'clock, well past dinner time.
Mingdai felt embarrassed to ask the kitchen to prepare anything else; she planned to eat whatever was available.
"Mingdai".
He Yaonian's voice came from the restaurant entrance.
"come over."
A commanding tone that is devoid of emotion, but carries good intentions, will not make people uncomfortable.
Mingdai jogged over.
He Yaonian was already sitting at the dining table, holding a newspaper in his hand, casually flipping through it.
On the table, a beautifully presented plate holds a delicious and colorful plate of pasta, with a steaming bowl of soup beside it.
Was this prepared for her?
Mingdai was not a girl who was unloved. From childhood to adulthood, she was pampered by her parents like a little princess. She never thought that she would feel emotional or have tears in her eyes because of a simple dinner.
But ever since she broke ties with Mo Tingchuan, her life has been in turmoil, and she has suffered greatly both physically and mentally. She dares not seek comfort from her parents, nor does she have anyone she can confide in.
She wouldn't be overwhelmed by these things, but at such a tense moment, He Yaonian, a complete stranger to her, noticed that she hadn't eaten dinner and specially asked the kitchen to prepare some, and even stayed with her personally.
Mingdai picked up the knife and fork, her vision blurring.
She carefully sniffed, afraid that He Yaonian would notice her unusual emotions.
But He Yaonian, who wasn't paying attention to the newspaper, noticed her slightly trembling shoulders and the little movements she made to stop and calm herself down from time to time as she tried to control her emotions.
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