Ji Wei stood there, watching the refined and handsome man suddenly drop to one knee and pick up a silk-covered box. Her heart raced uncontrollably, and a trace of nervousness crept in without rhyme or reason.
Mo Qian slowly opened the box and took out a simple, pure gold ring.
Ji Wei already had a diamond the size of a dove egg, but because she was afraid it might scratch An An, she only wore her wedding ring during significant occasions.
But the ring before her eyes was set with an embedded diamond—clearly, Mo Qian had long considered whether it would be convenient for her to carry the child.
Mo Qian was dressed tonight in his everyday black suit paired with a white shirt. At this moment, holding the golden ring aloft, his profound gaze locked onto her, making Ji Wei feel deeply moved. Her eyes warmed, and she had the urge to cry.
She could hardly imagine that after already having a child, this incredibly distinguished man would still make up for a marriage proposal.
