After Fu Ying returned to his room, he couldn’t fall asleep.
He looked at the time on his phone. It was almost midnight.
Every year before he and Mo Rao divorced, Mo Rao would stay up late and send a birthday message to Fu Ying.
Even if Fu Ying wasn’t by her side, she would still insist on doing so.
That was a sign of her affection.
But now, she didn’t do that anymore. And she wouldn’t foolishly wait for him to come home and eat cake together.
Because their relationship had never been made public, Fu Ying’s birthday was always spent at various business banquet venues. He accompanied everyone to chat, drink champagne, discuss business. He treated his birthday as a business event. Only Mo Rao allowed him to experience the happiness of having a simple birthday celebration.
As Fu Ying recalled the past, frustration and guilt made him feel even worse.
He couldn’t help but send a message to Mo Rao: Are you asleep yet?
Mo Rao hadn’t slept yet. She stayed in the studio alone from morning to late night.
After returning from the Qu family’s banquet, she was in a bad mood. She didn’t have to go to the production team to film that day, so she stayed in the art room.
She didn’t want to reply to Fu Ying’s message.
On the drawing board in front of her, there were the back figures of two children. One was a little boy and the other was a girl with pigtails. The two babies held hands and seemed to be skipping forward.
She had been drawing the two babies she had lost.
She drew what they looked like when they were born, when they learned how to crawl, how to laugh, and how to walk. Although none of it had actually happened, she drew the scenes with her imagination and longing for her children.
If the children were still alive, they would have been able to run around by now.
They even would have called her “Mommy”.
At the thought of this, Mo Rao didn’t want to answer Fu Ying’s call even more.
After two years, she had let go of many things and gotten over many things, but she still couldn’t forgive Fu Ying.
However, Fu Ying actually called her again.
Tomorrow was Fu Ying’s birthday. Since she had promised to celebrate his birthday with him, it didn’t matter if she answered the phone or not.
“Rao Rao, you’re not asleep yet?” Fu Ying didn’t expect Mo Rao to answer the call, so he was surprised.
“Yes, what’s the matter?” Mo Rao asked coldly.
Fu Ying didn’t like her indifferent attitude, but there wasn’thing he could do about it. He could only say, “It’s already past midnight, so it’s already my birthday. You have to accompany me for the entire day. This is what you promised me.”
Could it be counted this way? Mo Rao was really speechless.
In any case, Fu Ying was quite unreasonable sometimes.
She said nothing.
“If you don’t say anything, it means that you agree. Now, chat with me for a while.” Fu Ying didn’t wait for Mo Rao to answer and took it that she had agreed.
Even listening to her breathe was satisfying to him.
Mo Rao was silent for a while. Since Fu Ying didn’t hang up or speak, she felt a little helpless. “What do you want to talk about?”
It wasn’t appropriate for them to talk about anything, since in the end, they would end up arguing.
Fu Ying thought for a moment and said in a magnetic voice, “What are you doing now? It’s so late, but you’re still awake.”
“Painting,” Mo Rao glanced at the drawing board and replied aloofly.
“Do you still like to draw?” Fu Ying smiled bitterly. “The studio I saved for you in the past is now ownerless and covered in dust.”
Ever since Mo Rao left, Fu Ying had never returned to the villa they lived in when they got married, or the newly built courtyard.
The villa had been empty. There was a plaque in the courtyard that had been changed to “Mo Villa”. He wished that he hadn’t been separated from Mo Rao and that he would be able to see her again.
Mo Rao replied in a low voice, “Yes, I still like to draw. I’ve always been a loyal person, be it towards people or things. I won’t give up unless I encounter serious harm from that person or thing.”
She had deliberately said these words to Fu Ying to make him feel bad.
As expected, Fu Ying fell into a long silence. He was silent for so long that Mo Rao thought he had already hung up. Mo Rao was about to hang up when Fu Ying’s voice sounded again. “I know. I didn’t cherish you.”
That’s right. At that time, the person Fu Ying wanted to cherish wasn’t Mo Rao, but another woman.
