She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

The plane smoothly passed through the clouds and climbed to an altitude of 30,000 feet.

The world outside the window was a vast expanse of white, with thick clouds like spread-out cotton, shimmering with a soft golden light under the sunlight.

Su Maiqi leaned against the window, gazing at this unique scenery, but her heart was far from at peace.

The scene at the airport just now is still vividly clear in my mind.

Xiao Chengze's innocent smile, Gu Tingyu's concerned gaze, his sister's reluctant tears, and Mo Yan's warm blessings.

All of this was like a series of thin threads, tugging at her heart, making her feel an indescribable sense of loss and emptiness as she was about to reach her dream destination.

"Madam, would you like a drink?" The flight attendant's gentle voice interrupted Su Maiqi's thoughts.

"Thank you, please give me a glass of warm water," Su Maiqi replied softly, forcing a smile.

She took the warm water and sipped it gently. The warm liquid slid down her throat, bringing a touch of warmth to her body, but it couldn't warm her heart, which had grown slightly cold from the separation.

She knew she didn't regret her decision.

The "Moonlight Flame" project is of great significance to her; it represents her years of hard work and dreams, and it is an opportunity for her to leave her mark in the world of jewelry design.

Going to France to develop a business should have been an exciting thing.

But why does she feel so conflicted right now?

Why does that lingering sense of loss keep coming back?

Su Maiqi closed her eyes, wanting to rest for a while, but found her mind filled with images of Xiao Chengze.

The way he babbled, the way he toddled, the way his eyes lit up when he heard his mother's voice, and his innocent smile when he left.

That smile was like an invisible knife, piercing deep into her heart and almost suffocating her.

"Are you alright?" asked the passenger sitting next to me with concern. She was a woman who looked to be about fifty years old, with a kind face and caring eyes.

Su Maiqi then realized her eyes were already wet. She awkwardly wiped away her tears and forced a smile: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

"Is this your first time leaving your family for such a long trip?" The woman seemed to read her mind and asked gently.

Su Maiqi nodded. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of warmth towards this kind stranger.

“I have an eight-month-old son, and this is the first time I’ve left him on a business trip,” Su Maiqi said softly, her voice slightly choked with emotion.

The woman nodded knowingly: "The first time is always the hardest. I remember feeling just as anxious the first time I left my child on a business trip."

She paused, her gaze softening and becoming distant: "But you know what? Children are stronger than we imagine. When you come back and see their radiant smiles, you'll know it was all worth it."

These words were like a good medicine, slightly easing Su Maiqi's anxiety.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

The woman smiled slightly: "You're welcome. My daughter is also a career woman, and she often says that becoming a mother doesn't mean giving up yourself, but rather finding a balance between love and dreams."

These words resonated deeply with Su Maiqi.

Yes, becoming a mother does not mean giving up yourself, nor does it mean giving up your dreams and pursuits.

She can be both a good mother and an excellent designer; these two identities do not conflict but rather complement each other.

Thinking about this, Su Maiqi felt a little relieved.

She opened her small sketchbook, took out a pencil from her bag, and began sketching on the paper.

The pen glided smoothly across the paper, and soon, Xiao Chengze's tender and adorable face appeared on the page.

A round little face, bright big eyes, a slightly upturned mouth when she smiles, and a little hand that always reaches out to her mother.

She depicted every detail and every line with extreme precision, as if she could keep her son by her side in the process.

"That's a beautiful drawing," exclaimed the woman next to me. "Your son is adorable."

Sumai smiled and nodded: "Thank you, he's like his father."

She was somewhat surprised after saying that.

Yes, Xiao Chengze does resemble Gu Tingyu, not only in appearance but also in his calm and focused temperament and those eyes that always seem to see through people's hearts.

Thinking of Gu Tingyu, Su Maiqi's heart fluttered again.

Over the years, he has given her not only material support, but also spiritual understanding and tolerance.

Especially recently, when she decided to go to France to develop the "Moonlight Flame" project, he did not object or question it at all, but fully supported her decision. He even offered to take Xiao Chengze with him to Paris, just so as not to distract her.

Although she ultimately decided to go first, this understanding and support made her feel incredibly warm and at ease.

She turned to the next page of her sketchbook and drew another sketch—this time, it was Gu Tingyu's profile.

His handsome features, deep eyes, thin lips, and always slightly pursed corners of his mouth were all depicted on the paper by her meticulous strokes.

When she finished the sketch, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart—she missed not only Xiao Chengze, but also Gu Tingyu.

Su Maiqi gently closed her sketchbook, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let her thoughts drift away.

She recalled the first time she met Gu Tingyu. At that time, she was deeply afraid of her mother's illness, while he was the cold, aloof, and unsmiling heir of a wealthy family.

Who could have imagined that fate would connect them in such a wondrous way, taking them from strangers to acquaintances, from contracts to true feelings, and allowing them to weather so many storms together?

The plane began its slow descent, and the view outside the window changed from a sea of ​​clouds to the outline of the earth, becoming clearer and clearer, closer and closer.

Su Maiqi took a deep breath, put away her sketchbook, and tidied her appearance.

When the plane landed smoothly at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Su Maqi felt a sense of relief and ease.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and her trip to Paris has officially begun.

After disembarking from the plane with her luggage, walking through a long corridor, and completing immigration procedures, Su Maiqi finally arrived at the arrival hall.

The crowd was bustling and noisy, but she only needed one glance to spot Lin Manlin and Xiao Mohan standing at the exit.

Lin Manlin was wearing a beige trench coat, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and she was looking around.

Xiao Mohan, dressed in a black suit, stood quietly beside her with a calm and reserved demeanor, their hands clasped tightly together.

This scene warmed Su Maiqi's heart.

Her best friend finally found her own happiness, which made her genuinely happy.

"Maggie!" Lin Manlin was the first to see her, immediately waved and shouted, then ran towards her without hesitation.

Before Su Maiqi could react, Lin Manlin had already thrown herself into her arms and given her a firm hug.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much!" Lin Manlin exclaimed excitedly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so glad to finally see you!"

Su Maiqi hugged her friend tightly, feeling each other's warmth and heartbeats, speechless for a long time.

At that moment, she felt that she was not alone in a foreign land, but that her family and friends were waiting for her and supporting her.

Xiao Mohan wisely refrained from disturbing their reunion, instead quietly taking Su Maiqi's suitcase and standing silently to the side to wait.

His gaze was gentle as he watched the scene unfold, his eyes filled with understanding and tenderness.

Lin Manlin and Su Maiqi hugged for a long time, seemingly wanting to convey all their longing and care through the embrace.

They are best friends who grew up together. They understand and support each other, sharing everything from the joys and sorrows of life to the ups and downs of their careers.

Now that we've reunited in a foreign land, that feeling of connection is even stronger.

The two embraced tightly, completely immersed in the joy of their reunion, oblivious to the crowd and noise around them.

Xiao Mohan stood to the side, a gentle smile on his face, waiting patiently.

Only after the two had hugged enough did Xiao Mohan drag his luggage and follow them out of the airport.