Jiang Yubi quickly took the earrings, safe in her custody. "How could you think of throwing them away? They are so beautiful."

"It didn't come out well," Wei was disappointed in himself. In the video tutorial, it seemed easy enough to shape the clay. But when he actually did it, he realized how hard it was to get the shape right, especially when it was so intricate as designing a pair of small earrings.

He had discarded numerous attempts before he finally arrived at the present one. It was, by far, his best attempt. But he still wasn't completely satisfied.

Lihua was.

She could hardly believe that a man who never touched any artistic stuff in his life could make something so delicate in a few tries. Sure the shape was a bit off, but that level of performance was already impressive.

Wei is her son, after all. The talent must be in the genes, she seriously nodded.

The guests took a closer look and were speechless seeing a pair of clay earrings. It was beautiful with the small blue sapphire studded in them but what shocked them more was that it was a really simple gift. Nothing really fancy or expensive.

Jiang Wei personally made it! Gosh, this is huge!

In their high-class society, giving something handmade was very rare. To see that the CEO of Jiang Industries would gift this instead of something luxurious was truly shocking.

But when they looked at Jiang Yubi, they saw tears enveloping her eyes.

She imagined how Wei would have looked trying to learn clay art and make earrings for her. She thought of his sulking look when he must have failed and tried again and again.

His gift wasn't a hundred percent perfect, but it had invariably touched her heart nevertheless. Why wouldn't it when her son had worked so hard?

Wei was blankly staring at her, clueless about what to think. He was still getting to know about his mother. He hardly knew anything about her, and his first birthday gift turned out to be a mess.

In the end, Lihua had said to him…

"Wei, it's your feelings that matter. You have given your utmost concentration and commitment to this gift. Trust me, Mom will be super happy!"

Wei tilted his head and looked at Lihua. "She is crying. She is not happy with my gift."

Lihua chuckled. "She is happy, Wei."

"Then why would she cry?" Wei was seriously puzzled.

Even if he had trouble understanding feelings, he was slowly getting to know them through Lihua. But at the very least he knew that people cried when they were sad.

Of course, he was still leaps and bounds behind to know the kinds of things that would make people sad, but they cried was what he knew.

Jiang Yubi gently knocked on his head. "These are tears of joy, silly. And yes, I am really, really happy with your gift. It is precious to me. So don't ever say that you will discard it."

Jiang Weizhe nodded. "Don't throw the gift. She likes it," though there was no warmth in his voice as he said that.

Wei blinked his eyes. "Tears of joy? Do people cry when they are happy?"

The socialites coughed hard seeing how innocently he asked that question like how a child did. They could see a cupid striking an arrow right through their hearts.

So...so cute!

Can the cold CEO who we always heard of to be vicious and emotionless be this adorable?

The women were finally starting to see Wei in a new light which Lihua had already figured out the truth way before.

Jiang Wei is super adorable!

Jiang Yubi smiled. "Yes, they do. When your heart gets overwhelmed with happiness, sometimes you have an urge to cry."

Wei still couldn't grasp that feeling.

She laughed. "You don't have to overthink it. Maybe someday will come for you too. Maybe when you will become a father one day? The joy when you see your child for the first time is so overwhelming that you cannot help but cry."

The light in Jiang Weizhe's eyes slightly flickered and he lowered his gaze.

Happiness to see your first child…

There was such a fleeting moment for him indeed when he saw Wei for the first time. He recalled how the nurse carried baby Wei in her arms twenty-eight years ago. Jiang Weizhe was spellbound seeing the little, fragile life.

Wei's eyes were shut and he let out a cute yawn. His fingers were ever so faintly moving and Jiang Weizhe gently held his tiny index finger.

At that moment, even if it was for a little time, Jiang Weizhe had forgotten his hatred for his son and the fear that he might take Jiang Yubi away from him. He could see the glimpses of resemblance with his wife and subconsciously, a small, soft smile curled the corner of his lips.

In a daze, he took Wei from the nurse's arms and held him for the first time.

Yes. Jiang Weizhe did hold his son.

It was the first and last time, but he had lovingly held his son like any father would. When he had held the soft ball of warmth in his hands, tears had filled his eyes that gently plopped on his hand.

He was Jiang Yubi's and his son, after all. He was a symbol of love between them that had fought all through all the hatred and opposition of this world.

Jiang Weizhe was truly grateful that his son was born into his world.

But when he came to know that Jiang Yubi's life was in danger and a critical condition, the hatred returned, and he shunned his son.

He never admitted to her that he had actually held him, otherwise she would have always hoped that one day, he would accept Wei, and he didn't want to give her any false hope only to be crumbled later.

Just like that, that fleeting moment of warmth for his son was forever locked in his heart as his secret.