Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

When Wen Xiaochuan woke up, he found himself in his father's arms.

He opened his eyes wide. Oh my God, he was in his father's arms. His father hadn't hugged him like this for a long, long time.

Her eyelashes fluttered like two small fans.

Wen Xiaochuan snuggled his little face into Gao Yan's arms and closed his eyes contentedly.

The large palm gently pinched his chubby cheek: "Are you awake?"

"I'm not awake. I fell asleep." Wen Xiaochuan closed his eyes in an attempt to hide his true feelings, and his thick eyelashes kept moving.

As the sun sets, warm orange light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, covering Gao Yan's broad shoulders.

Wen Xiaochuan relied on his father's arms, and Gao Yan relied on him and held him quietly in his arms.

Later, the little brat's patience ran out and he couldn't help but giggle in Gao Yan's arms.

"Get up, I bought a birthday cake." Gao Yan lowered his eyes to look at Wen Xiaochuan, his eyes as gentle as a clear spring.

"Dad, do you remember that today is my birthday?"

Wen Xiaochuan looked at him in disbelief, joy filling his whole body like a surging sea.

"Of course I remember. I always remember Xiaochuan's birthday."

"Wow...my uncle forgot my birthday today. I...thought no one remembered my birthday. Dad...I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Wen Xiaochuan's lotus-root-like arms wrapped around Gao Yan's neck, and his hot tears wet Gao Yan's shirt.

"I'm sorry, Xiaochuan. Dad made a mistake before. I was so focused on finding Mom that I ignored you. Can you forgive Dad?"

Gao Yan gently stroked Wen Xiaochuan's back and apologized sincerely.

"Dad, I've never been mad at you, really. I love you very, very much, Dad."

"I like Xiaochuan the best, too."

Wen Xiaochuan cried for a while, then raised his head and wiped his tears: "Dad, where is my cake?"

There was no cake in Taifeng Dynasty. Wen Xiaochuan often saw children eating cake on their birthdays in English cartoons, so he was very much looking forward to eating cake for the first time.

At this time, the butler came in.

"Happy birthday, Master Xiaochuan. The birthday dinner is ready. Mr. Gao, Master Xiaochuan, let's go."

"Thank you, Grandpa Butler." Wen Xiaochuan thanked him crisply: "Grandpa, Dad bought me a birthday cake. Come with us to take a look."

"Ok."

The three of them came to the refrigerator together, and Gao Yan took out an exquisite car cake.

"Wow~~ So beautiful."

Wen Xiaochuan's emotional value was at its maximum, his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't bear to take his eyes off the cake.

"Let's go to the restaurant."

Gao Yan walked into the restaurant, holding a cake in one hand and holding Wen Xiaochuan's hand in the other, stepping into the orange sunset.

The butler prepared many dishes and took out Margaux 1990 from the wine cellar and poured it into the decanter in advance.

"Mr. Gao, try this Magog 1990 later."

"Ah."

Gao Yan opened the birthday cake, put in the fifth birthday candle, and after lighting the candle, he opened his lips slightly:

"Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthdaytoyou!"

The standard British accent is elegant and mellow, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, gurgling.

The housekeeper clapped along with the beat, and Wen Xiaochuan followed suit and clapped his hands too.

"Master Xiaochuan, blow out the candles and make a wish."

"Huh." Wen Xiaochuan blew out the candle, closed his eyes and made a wish devoutly.

Gao Yan cut the cake and handed him the biggest piece.

"Ah--" Wen Xiaochuan lowered his head and took a bite, and the tip of his nose was covered with white cream.

"It's delicious, Dad, Grandpa Butler, you guys eat too."

"Okay, Master Xiaochuan."

The butler happily took the cake handed over by Gao Yan, and Gao Yan, who usually doesn't like sweets, also ate a small piece.

At the end of the day, Wen Xiaochuan took a shower, hid in bed, and fell into a contented sleep.

In the dream, my mother came back.

The three of them gathered around the cake, his mother touched his face and sang Happy Birthday to him.

Wen Xiaochuan felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

-

At Liwan No. 1, Wen Yuan tossed and turned in bed.

Every year on this day, she always can't sleep all night.

As soon as she lay down, the icy cold lake water would rush into her nostrils, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Her hands uncontrollably touched her flat belly, the skin there was smooth and tender, and there was no sign of it ever being bulging.

Occasionally, she would hallucinate and feel that a child was kicking her in the stomach.

That's "fetal movement."

The next day, Wen Yuan rarely stayed in bed.

Aunt Ma stopped outside her room several times, but finally didn't dare to disturb her.

Being a boss is not as glamorous as it seems. Aunt Ma has no idea how many times she has witnessed Wen Yuan working all night and attending meetings.

Sometimes she felt sorry for Wen Yuan because she had too much work to do, but she didn't dare to tell her to rest more.

Because of her different status, what she can do as a nanny is to try her best to prepare delicious meals for her and do the housework carefully.

Wen Yuan is usually very self-disciplined, but only on this day did she allow herself to be a little decadent.

When she opened her eyes, a hint of sadness rippled in them, but she didn't know why she was sad.

She obviously has endless wealth, her own career and best friends, so why does she feel like crying?

The emotions came flooding back, and even though she was the only one in the room, she would still feel ashamed if tears did fall.

She turned over and lay on the pillow, covering her eyes.

About ten minutes later, the inexplicable surge of emotions finally subsided.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

Wen Yuan answered the phone.

"Xiao Yuan, are you in the company?"

"not at home."

Ji Mingyi looked at his watch: "Today is Wednesday, and you are at home?"

Wen Yuan didn't want to explain and changed the subject: "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh, the president of the Shipping Association wrote me back. He said he wants to visit Mr. Gao's private collection on Saturday."

The temptation of a private collection is naturally far greater than a nine-dragon and phoenix crown. Wen Yuan had expected this result.

"Okay, I'll make an appointment with Gao Yan."

"Xiao Yuan, the president just let me know that the wharf project still has a funding gap of 300 million. I only have 80 million available. Do you have the rest?"

Of course there is. Even if it is 1 billion, Wen Yuan can afford it.

"I have, don't worry."

"That's great." Ji Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief. "The old man looks down on me. Ji Minghe is almost paralyzed, but he still refuses to let me participate in the management of the group. I must fight for this."

Wen Yuan grasped the key point in his words: "Ji Minghe is paralyzed?"

"Not yet, but he's in the condition he's in now, he might as well be paralyzed." Ji Mingyi said disapprovingly.

"What's up with him?"

"He was blocked in the bathroom and beaten. I heard that his right leg was stepped on and broken. It hurts just thinking about it." Ji Mingyi suddenly got goose bumps.

When Wen Yuan first heard the news, she opened her mouth in surprise and asked:

"Who did it?"