"Are you feeling unwell?"
Mo Qian froze for a moment, then quickly walked over and sat down beside her, asking with concern.
"Husband, hug me~"
Ji Wei opened her arms to him, speaking earnestly.
Mo Qian was stunned for a second before leaning over to embrace her.
Her head rested against the man's chest, inhaling the fresh scent of his body wash. She stayed silent, letting the stuffiness linger in the air.
Mo Qian held her quietly. After a while, he felt the woman in his arms start to sob, her fiery tears soaking through his pajamas.
He pressed his lips together, wrapped his arms around her tighter, and said nothing.
Ji Wei cried her heart out in his arms for a long time. He knew what was troubling her. Letting her grief out through the haze of alcohol wasn't a bad thing—at least she wouldn't bottle it up forever.
For Ji Wei, Old Madam Ji was a family member more important than her own mother.
