Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 706: No Crying Allowed

Zhao Wanqing hesitated for a few seconds before handing An An over to him.

Because of the unpleasantness at the airport, Zhao Wanqing had assumed Mo Qian didn’t want to hold An An anymore, which was why she hadn’t handed An An to him upon arriving.

Now, seeing Mo Qian take the initiative to hold his son, she felt a faint sense of relief in her heart.

Mr. Gu’s coldheartedness was just an act...

"No crying."

Mo Qian’s dark eyes fixed on his son. His voice was raspy, and his expression was stern as he spoke.

An An was startled into silence, momentarily forgetting to cry.

The tears still hovered at the corners of his eyes, and his beautiful gaze remained unblinking as he stared at Mo Qian.

Seeing his son gaze at him like this, Mo Qian felt as if his heart had been tightly gripped, the pain so intense he could scarcely breathe.

His face became even paler. He raised his broad hand and gently wiped away the streaks of tears from his son’s little face, his voice carrying a trace of tenderness: "Mommy is sleeping. Let’s not disturb her, okay?"

Zhao Wanqing wondered if it was just her imagination; the man before her, lowering his head to look at the baby in his arms, appeared so gentle.

An An stared blankly at Mo Qian. He neither fussed nor cried anymore. After a few seconds, he suddenly nestled his head obediently against his father’s chest.

With Mommy absent, Daddy was his greatest source of comfort.

Mo Qian: "..."

A soreness welled up in his eyes, an unbearable tension, as he barely suppressed the urge to cry.

Holding An An in his arms, Mo Qian turned to look once more at the operating room door, silently praying over and over: His Weiwei would be fine; she would come out safely.

Half an hour later, Aunt Zhu arrived. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Seeing her, An An enthusiastically spread his arms and leapt into Aunt Zhu’s embrace.

Aunt Zhu, tears streaming down her face, looked at the child in her arms and muttered, "He was perfectly fine when we left this morning; how did this end in a car accident?"

Mo Qian’s whole body trembled.

If he hadn’t stubbornly rejected Ji Wei, she wouldn’t have had to leave the airport alone, and the accident wouldn’t have happened...

Aunt Zhu, knowing Mo Qian was also deeply upset, didn’t say more. She wiped away her tears, held An An tightly, and led him toward the resting room.

Ji Wei’s surgery went on until the afternoon.

During this time, Mo Qian asked Aunt Zhu to take An An home first.

Zhao Wanqing went downstairs to buy some bread and milk. When she handed them to Mo Qian, he didn’t take them.

Seeing the man fixate his exhausted, bloodshot eyes on the still-closed door, Zhao Wanqing silently withdrew her hand. She tore open the packaging and took a few bites of bread, but it tasted flat and lifeless.

She eventually gave up eating altogether, repackaging the food and placing it back into the shopping bag.

Zhao Wanqing sat there, staring at her hands resting on her knees in silence for a moment. Then she turned her head to look at Mo Qian and spoke her heart.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if Ji Wei didn’t wake up like your father? Or if she lost her memories?"

Mo Qian’s interlaced fingers trembled slightly. He remained silent for a long time before raspingly replying, "That won’t happen."

"Nothing is certain," Zhao Wanqing said, letting out a helpless laugh. "Mr. Gu, you shouldn’t have pushed Ji Wei away like that. No matter the reason, your actions have hurt her deeply."

Mo Qian pressed his lips together, unable to respond. His refined face looked even paler under the harsh glare of the fluorescent light above.

Zhao Wanqing’s words felt like knives stabbing into his chest, achingly sharp.

"Forget it, I won’t twist the blade in your heart any longer," Zhao Wanqing murmured after a pause. "For the time being, don’t go back to Britain. I’ll head there for you and take care of things. Stay here and take good care of Ji Wei."

Mo Qian raised his eyes to look at her quietly, his gaze profound and unreadable.

Zhao Wanqing forced a smile, extended a hand, and patted Mo Qian’s shoulder. "Don’t look at me like that, and don’t be too moved either. From the moment I agreed to help you, it was never for your sake."