From Sidekick to Bigshot

It was natural for Aunt Mo to think this.

Apart from the Jian family, there were only a few people who could enter the Jian residence. That included her, Aunt An, and her daughter.

These things were not prepared by anyone sitting at the table right now. There was no need for them to place it at the door.

With that logic, the only person that could have left the present was her daughter Mo Shiyun.

And the gift also happened to be something that she had mentioned to her daughter previously.

Aunt Mo hadn't even considered that Jian Yiling would return to the Jian Residence. Furthermore, even if she were, at this current moment, she definitely would not consider giving a gift to her eldest brother.

In Aunt Mo's recollection, Jian Yiling was always a spoiled and self-indulgent little girl. She wasn't the type to take the initiative in giving her eldest brother a gift.

And as for why the gift was left at the door, it was likely due to her daughter feeling embarrassed. When she had asked her daughter to prepare a gift that day, Mo Shiyun had repeatedly shied away.

When Mo Shiyun saw her mother's bright smile, she assumed that her mother had bought the gift.

It was likely that her mother knew that her studies were quite busy right now and that she didn't have the time to prepare a gift. Due to that fact, she had bought a gift and then lied that her daughter had made it.

Mo Shiyun didn't feel too good about lying. She didn't want to say that she 'handcrafted' an item that was bought.

Her mother should have discussed it with her in advance. However, right now, this made the situation incredibly awkward.

But in the end, this was her mother's good intentions. Her mother did it for her good…

And if she were to tell the truth right now, her mother would be embarrassed.

After struggling with internal conflict for a bit, Mo Shiyun finally lowered her head in silence.

She didn't deny what was said.

Everyone assumed that Mo Shiyun had lowered her head because she was shy.

It was only then that Wen Nuan suddenly remembered that it was her eldest son's birthday tomorrow.

These days, Wen Nuan's mind was entirely occupied by the thoughts of her youngest son and daughter.

She had forgotten that it was Yuncheng's birthday. She couldn't believe that she needed an outsider to remind her that his birthday was tomorrow.

Wen Nuan smiled apologetically.

Although Jian Yunnao was in a low mood these days, when he heard that it was his older brother's birthday tomorrow, he still wished him a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday brother. I didn't prepare a gift this year. I'll make up for it next year."

His voice was gloomy. He appeared to have low levels of energy.

However, Jian Yuncheng didn't seem to have heard Jian Yunnao's words. He kept looking down at the sweater and scarf that he held in his hands.

These two pieces were incredible. The embroidery pattern on the scarf stood out to him in particular.

The scarf was woven with black wool. Different shades of gray thread were stitched together to create a landscape artwork. An eagle that was soaring through the landscape was also stitched onto the scarf.

The scarf also held the metaphorical message of a grand prospect. It perfectly suited Jian Yuncheng's current situation.

Although the embroidered picture was small, the details were quite intricate. The eagle's facial features and feathers were vivid and lifelike.

After a long while, Jian Yuncheng lifted his head and looked up at Mo Shiyun and Aunt Mo.

"The embroidery on this scarf is incredibly intricate. Did you do it yourself?" Jian Yuncheng asked.

Mo Shiyun lowered her head further. She didn't dare to answer this. However, she didn't deny it either.

"Do you know how to do embroidery?" Jian Yuncheng asked again.

Seeing that her daughter didn't answer, Aunt Mo quickly answered for her, "I used to do embroidery work for traditional Han dresses. Shiyun learned a bit from me. Whenever I'm too busy, she'll always help me with the work."

It was true that Mo Shiyun knew how to do embroidery.

Jian Yuncheng mentally gathered their reactions. Whilst his facial expression did not change, his light in his eyes dimmed quite a bit.

His thumb was gently stroking the other side of the embroidery.

There was a name embroidered on it. It was Jian Yiling.

However, Aunt Mo and Mo Shiyun had both vowed that Mo Shiyun had made the scarf.