Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Jin immediately fell silent, her face showing deep guilt. She did want to see Luosang. She hadn’t seen her daughter in twenty years. However, she felt nervous and ashamed. She was afraid that her daughter might disown her, because she had failed in her duty as a mother.
She also didn’t know how many bad words about her that Xu Zhengxuan had said to her daughter during the past twenty years.
“Alright, wait for me to come back. My exams are ending soon. I’ll fly back right afterward.” Mo Liuxi ended the call.
Mo Jin stayed in a daze for a while, then found Luosang’s picture that she saved on her phone.
She had found the photo online. In the photo, she lowered her head, standing on stage helplessly.
Someone took the photo of her at the last Christmas when she was being bullied.
Mo Jin regretted not paying attention to the domestic news. Her daughter had suffered so much bitterness, and she hadn’t even known.
Looking at that photo, she couldn’t help but feel terrible. There were dark circles under her eyes.
She had to find her and give her all the best in the world.
…
Beichuan Hotel.
That was the most expensive hotel in the city. The garden suite cost forty thousand yuan per night. Nian Junting believed that Luosang had to live in the best hotel and eat the best food, because she was pregnant. So, he booked a suite.
Downstairs, Luosang was looking at her phone in the garden.
The first trial of Xu Zhengxuan’s case had caused a sensation and lots of discussion.
Currently, the media had taken Xu Zhengxuan’s side. People made posts to accuse, even abuse Yi Jingxi. Some media outlets even dug out all the properties that Yi Jingxi had owned in the past two years.
Reading those articles, Luosang was really shocked.
While she was reading an article with great interest, a stripe of shadow shrouded her.
In the next second, her phone was whisked away.
Nian Junting was standing in front of her. He stayed in An City these days. He dressed casually, a pair of grey cropped trousers with a green T-shirt. He looked so refreshing and handsome, that Luosang was even dazed slightly.
“I know that I’m good-looking, but please don’t stare at me,” Nian Junting sat down in the cane chair near her, smiled, and crossed his legs. His exposed calves looked slim and delicate.
“No, I just felt that you look young,” Luosang blinked and responded with an innocent tone.
The smile froze on Nian Junting’s face, as he didn’t know how to reply.
What did she mean by he looked young? Had he looked old before?
“Give me my phone,” Luosang reached out a hand toward him.
“Don’t always spend time on your phone. It emits radiation,” Nian Junting lazily leaned against the back of the tall chair. “My precious daughter will feel uncomfortable in your belly.”
Luosang rubbed her ears, feeling that Nian Junting was getting more and more preachy lately. “I’m wearing the anti-radiation suit. You bought this from abroad. It cost over a hundred thousand. It’s said that it can even protect against nuclear radiation.”
“Still, you can’t overly rely on it,” Nian Junting lowered his head, trying to find out what she had been reading. However, the screen of her phone had gone black.
He tabbed the screen, found that it required a password to unlock her phone.
He typed in his own birthday, but that turned out to be wrong. After that, he raised his head and said unhappily, “Isn’t your password my birthday?”
Luosang didn’t know what to say.
That was perfectly reasonable. If he didn’t mention his birthday to her before, she wouldn’t even know his birth date.
Even if she did know, she wouldn’t use his birthday as her password, because she felt that was unnecessary.
So, as he asked that question and made it sound so reasonable, Luosang felt speechless.
“Like your password is my birthday,” she said, incredulous.
