Although their marriage arrangent was decided very early on, at that ti he was forced by his father to study corporate managent, and he went to Britain for a full eight years.
By the ti he returned, his presence in Ji Wei’s life was virtually nonexistent. Ji Wei had even montarily forgotten about the marriage arrangent altogether.
He had missed her youthful rebellious phase, when she resembled a delinquent, getting into fights everywhere; he had also missed her ti at school when she beca the goddess boys admired but couldn’t approach.
Throughout her youth, he had only ever heard fragnts of her life through informants he had arranged in secret, but hearing was never the sa as seeing it with his own eyes.
"Don’t be jealous of anyone. I’m right here with you now, and I will never, ever leave," Ji Wei said, wrapping her arms around the man’s waist.
Gu Moqian said nothing. His deep, enigmatic eyes flickered with emotions as he rested his chin on the top of the woman’s head. Softness and regret coexisted in his heart.
The two held each other like that for a long while. Suddenly, Ji Wei spoke: "By the way, the video Xiao Zhang found at Jin Xuan’er’s place—it was probably from Huo Yan. Back then, I deleted the video off the computer but overlooked the possibility that the shaless bastard might have backed it up sowhere else."
The appearance of the video proved that Huo Yan had lied during their phone call.
Was this all because she had beaten him up badly before and then refused to be his girlfriend, leading him to hold a grudge and use Jin Xuan’er as a tool to exact revenge?
"Leave the video to . Don’t think about anything else right now. Just get so rest," Gu Moqian said, lifting her into his arms.
"I want so water."
She tilted her head up toward him while in his arms.
"Alright, I’ll get it for you."
After laying Ji Wei down on the bed, Gu Moqian turned to leave. It wasn’t long before he returned with a glass of water in hand. "Drink. It’s warm."
Ji Wei intended to reach out and take the glass, but Gu Moqian simply brought it to her lips instead. She looked at his gentle expression for a few seconds before lowering her head and drinking from the glass in his hand.
With his other hand, Gu Moqian pulled the nearby blanket over her.
When she saw he was about to leave, Ji Wei grabbed the hem of his shirt. Her eyes, clear and glistening, gazed at him as her lips pursed. She hesitated and then asked, "Moqian, do you mind that my body was seen by that bastard Huo Yan..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Gu Moqian suddenly leaned down. His slender fingers pressed against her soft lips, stopping her from saying more.
"No, I don’t," he said firmly.
Gu Moqian lowered his gaze to et hers. Staring at her slightly pale face, he bent down and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead. "Go to sleep, my Mrs. Gu."
The woman didn’t hold out for long and eventually fell asleep.
Gu Moqian sat by the bed, observing her peaceful expression as she rested. It wasn’t until quite so ti had passed that he finally got up.
He walked straight out onto the balcony.
The night breeze was gentle, and from where he stood, he could see the twinkling lights of Rongcheng at the foot of the mountain.
Leaning against the balcony railing, Gu Moqian slipped one hand into the pocket of his suit pants while the other held a phone to his ear. His voice was deep and commanding as he said, "Chen Ke, there’s sothing I need you to handle. Investigate the details of Huo Family’s second young master. The more thorough, the better..."
As the man spoke, a cold, dark glint lit his eyes, like the turbulent ocean roiling beneath a surface of calm—dangerous and unpredictable.
Two days later, at night.
The largest business gala in Rongcheng was held aboard the Pearl cruise ship.
The brightly lit cruise ship was docked by the shore, waiting for all of Rongcheng’s most prominent guests to arrive. On the shore, the dia reception area was already swarming with reporters, each holding caras and microphones, eagerly awaiting their chance.
Every ti a famous socialite or celebrity appeared, the crowd would erupt in excitent, rushing forward to conduct interviews. To prevent chaos, the organizers had to station more than a dozen bodyguards to maintain order at the scene.
A silver-gray Maybach glided to a stop. Ji Wei stepped out of the car, her hand held by Gu Moqian.
This was the first ti the two of them had made a public appearance together. The mont Ji Wei and Gu Moqian erged, all of the reporters’ eyes widened in shock.
Were they seeing things?
Had Mr. Gu just arrived hand-in-hand with the Ji Family’s infamously notorious eldest daughter?!
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