“Fu Ying, there’s no point in talking about this anymore.” Mo Rao could hear Fu Ying’s self-reproach and regret, but what was the use?

She only wanted to find out about her mother’s incident as soon as possible and focus on filming. In the future, she wouldn’t get married or have children. She would live a peaceful life alone.

As for Fu Ying, she didn’t want to provoke him anymore.

“It does matter, Rao Rao!” Fu Ying explained anxiously. “I’ll use my actions to prove to you that I’ve really repented. I really want to win you back!”

“Win me back for what?” Mo Rao also began to get agitated. “Can you return my children to me?!”

Mo Rao’s words made Fu Ying fall silent.

Those two children were also a sore spot that Fu Ying couldn’t eliminate.

Sometimes, he even had nightmares, where the two children questioned him about why he did this!

“Fu Ying, let’s not talk about it anymore. I’m going to sleep. Set a place and time, then tell me. I’ll look for you after I wake up.” Mo Rao was already sobbing. She didn’t want to be so fragile in front of Fu Ying, nor did she want to mention the children.

With that, she hung up.

After hanging up, Mo Rao stroked the two cute children on the drawing board. She wanted to smile, but tears flowed down and dripped on the children’s backs.

Suppressed sobs sounded in the studio. Mo Yuan, who had come looking for Mo Rao, stood at the door of the studio. His hand was gripping the door handle tightly, but he didn’t dare to enter.

He knew that in Mo Rao’s heart, her children would forever be a sore spot.

He also inadvertently saw the children’s paintings that Mo Rao had drawn. Every one of them was filled with yearning.

In the end, Mo Yuan left quietly, leaving Mo Rao some alone time to vent the anguish in her heart.

…

Mo Rao didn’t remember how she returned to her room, but after she woke up, she saw a message on her phone.

It was from Fu Ying. It was the address of the place where they would have a meal together today.

Mo Rao couldn’t even be bothered to dress up. She found a simple outfit and put it on before carrying her bag out.

“You really don’t want me to go?” Mo Yuan chased after her and asked repeatedly.

Mo Rao glanced at her brother and smiled. “No need. I’ll be back tonight.”

“Then you have to keep your phone on at all times. Remember to call me if there are any problems!” Mo Yuan was worried sick.

Mo Rao was touched. At least she had a brother who cared about her now.

She nodded, then drove away.

In order not to be photographed by the media, Mo Rao put on a mask and wig before entering the restaurant.

In the VIP room, Fu Ying was waiting for her.

Fu Ying specifically prepared something simple for the celebration. He knew that Mo Rao didn’t like things that were too fancy.

When Mo Rao pushed open the door, Fu Ying was sitting by the window and looking at the scenery outside.

He had been thinking about what he should do today to make Mo Rao happier and improve her impression of him.

“Rao Rao!” Seeing that Mo Rao was here, Fu Ying stood up with a warm and gentle expression.

Why didn’t he look at her like that in the past?

Mo Rao found it ironic. She took off her mask and wig, revealing her pale face. Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup or makeup. Just standing there, she was already drop-dead gorgeous in Fu Ying’s eyes.

“You cried?” Fu Ying’s heart ached as he asked softly.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Mo Rao blocked the hand that wanted to touch her cheek and said softly.

Was she crying last night because she thought of her dead children?

Fu Ying’s heart ached. Afraid that Mo Rao would feel sad again, he didn’t dare to mention these things again.

“What do you want to eat?” He changed the topic and handed a menu to Mo Rao.

Mo Rao wasn’t in the mood to eat at all. She was here to fulfill her promise and celebrate Fu Ying’s birthday with him so that she could get the truth about her mother’s connection with the Qu family.

“Whatever. You can decide,” she replied casually.

Fu Ying nodded and stared at the menu for a long time before ordering.

He realized that he was really a scumbag. Even now, he still didn’t know what Mo Rao liked to eat. Perhaps Gu Hailai knew Mo Rao’s preferences better than he did.

The two of them sat there quietly. There were no decorations or cakes in the private room. It looked like a regular date.

This was the scene that Mo Rao liked and looked forward to the most in the past. She had always yearned to go on a real date with Fu Ying, but Fu Ying had never satisfied her wish.