Chapter 1291: A Rare Opportunity, Don’t Waste It 3

She was forced by him to press tightly against the cold door panel, biting her lip for a long time before closing her eyes: “Chu Ci, it’s clearly not like this.”

“No matter what it’s like, I won’t let you go.” He pressed closer to her, his thin lips touching hers: “Zhao Mo Ran, you’d better understand this, hmm?”

She looked at his approaching face, suddenly feeling somewhat annoyed.

Not loving someone is like this, no matter how much he does, it only feels like restraint and burden, only feeling suffocated and wanting to take a breath. But no matter how annoyed she was, Chu Ci wouldn’t let her go, especially… she didn’t know if it was her illusion, but because of Gu Fei, he was exceptionally unkind tonight, as if he wanted to erase the person Gu Fei from her mind entirely.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Mo Ran leaned against the bedhead. Chu Ci went to check on Xun Xun, and now that man was in a good mood, his temper thoroughly dissipated; after giving her a kiss, he left.

She leaned against it, and after a long while, she heard the sound of the door opening. She turned her head to see, it was Chu Ci.

He actually brought Xun Xun over, Zhao Mo Ran was both shocked and angry; she couldn’t even imagine what the nanny would think of her… Chu Ci, wearing black silk pajamas, didn’t care about it at all, shoved Xun Xun into her arms: “Didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep without Xun Xun, so why are you surprised now? What, not happy to have Xun Xun over?”

“No.” She lowered her eyes, holding Xun Xun in her arms. The little one unfortunately woke up, smelling the scent on her mother, immediately snuggled over, small hands grasping, greedily inhaling the smell with very obvious intentions. At this time, Zhao Mo Ran was already very tired and didn’t want to bother with Chu Ci being there, directly opening her pajamas for Xun Xun to snuggle in…

Chu Ci lay beside her, picked up his phone to scroll through today’s information, probably came across something and looked at Zhao Mo Ran, “Your previous dream, was it to become a world-renowned painter?”

Zhao Mo Ran didn’t lift her eyes, only asked softly: “Why are you asking this?”

He raised his phone: “It’s what your ex-boyfriend said in a high-profile interview, he didn’t name names but I think he must be talking about you.”

Zhao Mo Ran lowered her eyes: “So what, that’s in the past.”

“Have you already forgotten?” He turned to look at her, “I find that hard to believe.”

“I haven’t forgotten, but there’s also no need to remember that much.” Her fingers gently caressed the baby’s cheek: “Having given birth to a child, what’s the point of thinking about these things?”

If she continued to paint, it would be for a living rather than any dream… realizing this, she startled, feeling that within a year, her mindset had changed so drastically.

Chu Ci was nearly ten years older than her, naturally couldn’t understand her state of mind. After all, Zhao Mo Ran was still a young girl, only married early because of circumstances. Before marriage, she was even pure, untainted by anything.

Chu Ci stared at her for a long time before saying, “If you want to hold an exhibition or become an artist, it’s not impossible, I can help you make it happen.”

These words were true. Any renowned painter has decent work, but not necessarily much better than the unknowns, just having support from capital is all. Chu Ci, born noble and having wandered the business world for years, understood very well that Gu Fei’s quick rise must have involved some trade-off. But he had no need to say anything in front of Zhao Mo Ran to make himself look a certain way; that wasn’t his style.