Rebirth: CEO's Sweetheart Reaches the Life Pinnacle!
Chapter 220 - 197: Unspoken Secrets

Chapter 220: Chapter 197: Unspoken Secrets

"Whatever she wants to do is none of our business. So, how are you planning to spend these few days off?" Li Si changed the subject, not wanting to dwell further on Ling Wei.

"What else can I do! Staying home, sleeping, snacking, and playing games, obviously. Unlike you, someone in a relationship, living a sweet and loving life every day—making us single folks green with envy!"

Liu Xiaole noticed Li Si didn’t refute and just kept smiling, so she didn’t press further. Glancing at the so-called perfect couple on stage, she continued, "Sisi, I don’t know why, but Liu Jiaqi’s fiancé seems so gloomy to me. I bet it’s just a marriage of convenience!

Once you guys become relatives, let me warn you—Liu Jiaqi’s been spoiled like a little princess since she was a kid. I’ve suffered plenty at her hands! We’re best friends, so don’t say I didn’t give you a heads-up!"

"Got it, don’t worry! I’ll keep an eye out!" Li Si looked at Liu Jiaqi on stage, her face aglow with happiness, and then at Leng Mohao, whose smile was calm and composed. She thought to herself, the two really did seem like the perfect match, each like a lid fitting its pot.

But at that moment, Leng Mohao’s heart was far less cheerful than his smile suggested. After all, he didn’t love Liu Jiaqi. He was simply attracted to her family’s status—having her on his side would make everything much easier to resolve.

Unlike Leng Mochen, he would never be foolish enough to choose some poor woman who couldn’t offer the slightest help to his career. But really, foolishness was putting it lightly. Thinking about that woman, he smirked meaningfully. Just wait—this story was far from over!

Beside him, Liu Jiaqi noticed the strange expression on his face and asked with concern, "Mohao, what’s wrong?"

He leaned close, deliberately whispering into her ear, "Nothing! Qiqi, I just feel so lucky!"

Blushing, Liu Jiaqi lowered her head and said softly, "Me too." From the moment she first met Leng Mohao, her heart had been set on him. She had thought he wouldn’t ever return her feelings, so this happiness had come as a pleasant surprise.

Even when her father had disapproved of their relationship at first, she had held her ground. Now, it seemed her persistence had finally paid off.

Guided by Liu Xiaole’s earlier remarks, Li Si’s gaze swept over to Liu Yisi and his wife sitting in the audience. Judging strictly by appearances, she found it hard to believe he was the kind of man Xiaole described. Still, she was inclined to agree with the saying: know a person’s face, but not their heart.

Mrs. Leng, who had just seen off Mrs. Zheng—a guest who left early for personal reasons—turned back toward the reception. In the hotel’s grand lobby, her eyes caught sight of a surprising figure: a woman in a red evening gown standing with a little boy wearing a bowtie. The pair looked distinctly out of place.

Her curiosity piqued, Mrs. Leng moved closer. And then, her heart was gripped by a tide of inexplicable emotion—wasn’t that Qian Rouxuan?

What was she doing here?

Qian Rouxuan, too, noticed Mrs. Leng. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on John’s small hand, startling the boy, who tilted his head up and asked softly, "Mommy, what’s wrong?"

"Qian Rouxuan? What are you doing here?" Mrs. Leng demanded coldly. She had given her a large sum of money back in the day to ensure the latter’s departure, with explicit instructions that she should never show her face again.

Otherwise, things wouldn’t end so easily for her!

Suppressing her emotions, Qian Rouxuan plastered a faint but firm smile on her face. Her tone, however, carried unmistakable resolve: "Auntie, I only just returned to the country because my mother’s health has taken a turn for the worse.

Everything that happened before was due to my own immaturity, and I hope you won’t hold it against me. I have no intention of seeking out Mochen again, and I hope you won’t trouble me further!

But rest assured, as soon as my mom’s condition improves, I’ll leave immediately with my child. I swear, for the rest of my life, I won’t set foot on this land again!"

Faced with this, Mrs. Leng found herself unexpectedly at a loss for words. After all, the woman’s mother was ill—how could she reasonably deny her a trip home? Besides, Mochen had already moved on and found someone new. Wasn’t the past best left in the past?

"Fine then! I hope you keep your word! Are you married now? How old is the child?"

Mrs. Leng’s gaze fell on the boy. Oddly enough, she felt an immediate fondness for him. Though she still disdained Qian Rouxuan, even she had to admit this child was extraordinary. Not only was his appearance striking, but his demeanor carried an air of purity. His clear, limpid eyes were like shimmering water.

Qian Rouxuan seemed slightly uneasy as she held onto John’s hand, answering awkwardly, "Uh...He’s almost five! John, greet Grandma Leng!"

John bowed politely. "Hello, Grandma Leng!"

The boy’s soft and crisp voice melted Mrs. Leng’s heart instantly.

She smiled in rare delight, responding, "Ah, what a good boy!" The longer she looked at him, the more she liked him. But suddenly, a troubling thought struck her—almost five? Could she have moved on so quickly?

This child...

Mrs. Leng concealed her shock as she carefully examined the boy. Her heart skipped a beat. His brows and eyes—weren’t they faintly reminiscent of Mochen?