My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 1025 - 761: Bo Zhi 12_3

Ding Li said, "Sorry."

Mou Wen looked at him expressionlessly, "Deputy Editor Ding, as I said, I haven’t taken this to heart."

If they want to intercept, then intercept. She won’t meddle. If they succeed, it’s their capability; if not, it’s their problem.

If there’s no breaking point, no sales above, Wu Tong’s successful track record will take a hit without any regard to her face.

She knew deep down what Ding Li, who hesitated before speaking, wanted to ask.

But sorry, her interaction with them isn’t that pleasant, nor is she obliged to inform them of the key points.

Not meddling is her best feedback.

After parting with Ding Li, Mou Wen headed to the nearest subway entrance to take the subway.

The subway was crowded and packed. She barely got on, only to be pushed by someone unknown.

In the world of adults, someone breaks down every day. She reflected on her years at Mingjiang, wondering if she was really that bad.

But the more she searched for reasons within herself, the more wronged she felt.

It’s not that she can’t bear this grievance, but the grievance leaves her at a loss. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

...

Outside the community gate, she bought a portion of chestnuts for a child.

Staring at the chestnuts, her eyes started to redden. The seller was an old man, seeing her about to cry.

He couldn’t bear to see it.

He asked her what’s wrong, saying that’s how life is, cry when wronged, and difficulties will always pass.

With tearful eyes, she took the chestnuts, thanked him, paid, and then left.

She didn’t realize that emotional breakdowns could happen in an instant, nor did she know if others would find her dramatic seeing her break down.

But Mou Wen truly felt exhausted, a weariness she’d never felt in over twenty years of living.

Still the dark stairwell, with its stench and odor.

Standing at her apartment door, she composed her emotions before taking out the key to open the door.

The child was quietly sitting on the sofa watching TV. Hearing the door, he jumped off the sofa and rushed toward her.

"Moumou, were you crying?"

Not even a meter apart, the child sensitively picked up on something, thin lips pressed together, a pair of big, black eyes showing a bit of sadness.

"Moumou, is taking care of me tiring?"

In that moment, she had the urge to hug him and cry, but he was still so small, she couldn’t bear to let him carry the burden.

She crouched down, raised the bag of chestnuts in her hand, meeting his eyes at eye level, "No, just earlier I suddenly thought of a very touching person and got a little sad, it has nothing to do with you;

Have you not eaten yet?"

Mou Wen easily spotted the food kept warm on the dining table.

The nanny doesn’t stay overnight at their home, arriving at 7:30 PM and leaving at 5 PM daily.

During the nanny’s absence, the child is home alone, quite independent and mature.

Mature enough for her to feel wronged for him.

"Waiting for Moumou."

The child came up, wrapped his arms around her neck, and buried his face in her neck nook.

She chuckled, her collapsed mood suddenly improved because of him, and she picked him up.

"Alright, thank you for waiting for me to eat dinner together. Let’s eat first, and deal with everything else later, okay?"

The child nodded in her arms, "Okay."

She put her bag on the sofa, then carried the child toward the dining table, peeled two chestnuts for him, and put them in his mouth, "Try if they’re good?"

With his small mouth, one chestnut made it look bulging. His eyes sparkled like stars, and he nodded with a hmm, "Really good, thank you, Moumou."

"You’re welcome, baby."

...

Though Bo Jian felt that relationships should be resolved by the two people involved, he still called Bo Zhi in the evening.

At that time, Bo Zhi was still in the lab, working on a project that if successful, was estimated to be worth five hundred million for sale.

The patents alone involved twelve items.

Usually, Bo Zhi was so busy that meeting him was difficult, and running into him was purely by chance.

Bo Nian lived with him but rarely saw his brother, occasionally ranting in the group chat.

My brother’s the busiest person in the world.

That wasn’t an exaggeration, it truly seemed like Bo Zhi was the busiest in the whole family.

Bo Zhi had set his phone to silent, so he didn’t notice it ringing, and Bo Jian called him five times with no answer.

With a bit of thought, he understood.

He decided to wait until Bo Zhi saw his call, and that wait lasted three days.

It just so happened to be the interview time he had scheduled with Mou Wen, and just ten minutes before meeting Mou Wen, he received Bo Zhi’s call.

"What’s up?"

Bo Jian: "...Brother, it took you so many days to return my call?"

Bo Zhi’s voice was calm, "Did you expect a week later?"

That would be the norm.

Bo Jian fell silent for a second, then seriously said, "I need to tell you something."