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

Her voice was full of sincere gratitude.

Gu Tingyu gently patted her shoulder: "You've worked hard."

Little Chengze sat in his mother's lap, looking around curiously, his big round eyes sparkling with excitement.

He reached out his little hand and patted Sumaiqi's cheek, making clear syllables of "Mama, Mama" as if telling her how much he had missed her these past few days.

"Does my baby miss Mommy?" Su Maiqi kissed her son's little face, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

Gu Tingyu sat beside him, his expression gentle: "He looks at your photos every day, and last night he even held your pajamas in his arms before falling asleep."

This small detail instantly melted Su Maiqi's heart.

She hugged Xiao Chengze tighter, feeling the warmth and weight of his body, and a sense of relief, like having something lost and then found again, rose from the bottom of her heart.

The restaurant's head chef personally came out to greet them and introduced the evening's menu to them in fluent English.

Then, a series of exquisite French dishes were served—first, an appetizer of foie gras with fig jam and toast, followed by a delicious fish soup, and then the main course of pan-fried lamb chops with truffle mashed potatoes, each dish a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Su Maiqi placed Xiao Chengze in a specially made high chair and prepared some food suitable for his age.

The little one was surprisingly well-behaved, deftly grabbing soft slices of bread and pieces of fruit with his little hands, occasionally letting out a satisfied giggle, which made everyone smile involuntarily.

"How's it going at the company lately?" Gu Tingyu asked softly, pouring her a glass of red wine.

Su Maiqi nodded, her eyes sparkling: "Very good, the team is very professional, and Vincent is very responsible. The 'Moonlight Flame' project has entered the substantive execution phase."

"That's good," Gu Tingyu smiled slightly, "I believe you can do a great job."

Lin Manlin playfully interjected, "Oh my, you two have only been apart for a few days, but it's like you've been reunited after a long separation."

The atmosphere at the dining table was relaxed and warm.

They talked about their recent experiences—Lin Manlin vividly described their adventures in Venice, Xiao Mohan shared some insights into the financial markets, and Gu Tingyu recounted the interesting things that had happened to Xiao Chengze these past few days.

Su Maiqi listened quietly, occasionally chiming in, but mostly focusing intently on the three people in front of her whose lives were so closely intertwined with hers.

And there was Xiao Chengze in her arms, the little life that had taken a part of her life away, yet brought her endless joy.

When the main course was cleared away and dessert—a delicate chocolate lava cake and raspberry mousse—was served, Su Maqi suddenly realized something.

Compared to the lavish welcome dinner last night, tonight's dinner may be comparable in scale, but her experience was completely different.

Last night, she enjoyed the same exquisite food and beautiful music and dance. On the surface, she was enjoying everything, but inside she always felt a sense of floating, as if her soul was suspended in mid-air, unable to truly immerse herself in it.

At that moment, with the arrival of Gu Tingyu and Xiao Chengze, that feeling of floating miraculously disappeared.

Instead, there is a profound sense of security, like a small, swaying boat finally finding its harbor.

She felt truly grounded, with her feet firmly on the ground and her heart at peace.

This sense of security and comfort allowed her to completely relax and savor the food in front of her more attentively, feeling every flavor bloom on her tongue and every aroma wafting through her nose.

She gently scooped out a small piece of chocolate lava cake with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

The warm, molten chocolate filling burst in her mouth, and the rich, sweet and slightly bitter flavor made her involuntarily close her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Is it good?" Gu Tingyu asked softly.

Su Maiqi opened her eyes, met his gentle gaze, and nodded: "It's so delicious, you should try some too."

She scooped out a small spoonful and held it to Gu Tingyu's lips.

He paused for a moment, then leaned down to taste it, a small, intimate gesture that made both of them blush slightly.

Xiao Chengze clapped his hands excitedly, seemingly wanting to try it too.

Su Maiqi smiled and scraped a little mousse for him. The little guy tasted the sweetness and immediately grinned, making everyone at the table laugh.

At that moment, Su Maiqi felt her eyes well up with tears.

She lowered her head, pretending to prepare food for Xiao Chengze, not wanting others to see her emotional fluctuations.

But these tears did not stem from sadness, but from a profound realization that moved me deeply.

She finally understood that this sense of security did not come from the outside world, but from her deep-seated attachment to her family.

The existence of Gu Tingyu and Xiao Chengze was not a shackle that bound her freedom, but a source of courage and strength that gave her the ability to fly.

After finishing her coffee, Lin Manlin checked the time and said with some reluctance, "We should go to the airport now; our flight is in three hours."

As they left the restaurant, the four briefly said goodbye at the entrance.

"I'll take them to the airport," Gu Tingyu said to Su Maiqi. "You take Chengze back to the apartment to rest first. He took a long flight today and must be tired."

Su Maiqi nodded. Xiao Chengze had indeed started rubbing his eyes, looking tired.

Lin Manlin hugged Su Maiqi tightly: "Enjoy your time in Paris. Contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Take care on the road, and text me when you arrive," Su Maiqi said reluctantly.

Waving goodbye to Xiao Mohan's car as it drove away, Su Maiqi, carrying Xiao Chengze, took a taxi back to her apartment.

Xiao Chengze didn't seem sleepy at all; on the contrary, he was full of curiosity about the new environment.

As soon as he entered the room, he wriggled in Su Maiqi's arms, pointing everywhere with his little hands and making excited babbling sounds.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you around," Su Maiqi laughed, "This is Mom's home in Paris, and now it's your home too."

She carried her son and walked through the entire apartment following the direction he pointed.

Xiao Chengze is interested in everything new—the scenery outside the window, the ornaments on the bookshelf, the light reflected from the piano, and even the simple abstract painting hanging on the wall can all attract his attention and curiosity.

He called out in his childish voice, "What is this?", "Look!", "Mommy!" Although his pronunciation was not clear, his enthusiasm for exploring the world was clearly visible.

Su Maiqi patiently explained each place to him, and although she knew he couldn't fully understand, she still enjoyed it immensely.

"Look, this is Mom's studio," Sumaiqi explained as they entered the bright room on the second floor. "Mom draws here and designs beautiful jewelry."

Xiao Chengze seemed to really like this room; he reached out his little hand, wanting to touch the paintbrush on the table.

"Be careful, baby," Su Maiqi gently stopped him. "You can't play with these. Mommy will buy you special crayons and drawing paper tomorrow, okay?"