Gu Moqian effortlessly hoisted her onto his back and walked steadily toward the exit of the amusent park.
The crowd, seeing the esteed Mr. Gu willingly carrying a woman, were dumbfounded, their phones capturing the mont without pause.
Even after the two had disappeared from sight, the murmurs of discussion continued.
"Oh my god, Mr. Gu is definitely the world’s number one wife-doting man!"
"Sigh, in this lifeti, I can’t even touch Mr. Gu’s fingertip. What’s the point of living anymore!"
"Miss Ji is so lucky. Next life, I’m definitely reincarnating into a position where I can marry into a wealthy family!"
...
When Ji Wei was little, her father, Ji Yunli, used to carry her on his back when playing, but that was between a father and daughter.
At this mont, though, Gu Moqian carrying her out of the amusent park felt entirely different.
Ji Wei rested her head against the man’s broad back, a sweet sensation enveloping her heart, montarily making her forget the disappointnt of not being pregnant.
"Mo Qian, have you ever carried another girl besides ?" Ji Wei asked curiously, leaning on his back.
The man seed to pause briefly before replying, "...Yes."
"You really did?!" Ji Wei’s heart skipped a beat, her tone suddenly serious: "Who was it?"
"A little girl with two braids."
"Who still wears two braids nowadays? Isn’t that so outdated?" Upon hearing that Gu Moqian had carried soone else, Ji Wei felt a faint pang of dissatisfaction and couldn’t help but retort.
At this mont, however, she couldn’t see the man’s expression—his lips curved into an alluring smile, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"A bit outdated, but she was a clever little rascal." Gu Moqian spoke, his gaze gleaming with a hint of recollection, as if rembering a cherished mory.
"A clever little rascal?" Ji Wei was surprised. "How old was the girl?"
"She was about eleven when I carried her."
Ji Wei patted her chest in relief.
An eleven-year-old child posed no threat.
"How old were you at the ti?" She asked again.
"Eighteen."
Alright, just barely an adult.
"That was a long ti ago. How can you still rember it?"
Gu Moqian was just about to answer when he noticed they had already reached the car, where Old Xu stood waiting, having opened the door ahead of ti.
Ji Wei sowhat self-consciously climbed down from Gu Moqian’s back.
After both had settled into the car, Ji Wei, still uneasy, wanted to check on Gu Moqian’s shoulder wound: "Let take a look. You just exerted yourself carrying , and I’m worried the wound might have split open."
Seeing her insistence, Gu Moqian allowed her to inspect it.
Ji Wei unbuttoned his shirt, gently pulled open the collar, and revealed the man’s shoulder.
The gunshot wound there no longer required bandaging. The scab had ford, and there were no signs of reopening.
The wound was nearly healed, far from the blood-soaked condition it was initially in, yet recalling that dangerous mont, Ji Wei’s hands still involuntarily felt cold.
She carefully arranged the man’s shirt, but as she started buttoning it, her hands were suddenly held by him.
Gu Moqian’s eyes flashed with surprise: "Your hands are so cold?"
"It’s nothing, maybe it was just a bit chilly outside earlier. After all, it’s late autumn now."
Ji Wei smiled and tried to withdraw her hand, but the man firmly held onto it. "Don’t catch a cold."
With that, he guided her hand under his shirt from the hem.
The warmth of the man’s body instantly spread against her chilly hand, which ca into contact with his abdominal muscles. As he breathed, those muscles shifted and rose beneath her touch.
Her hand rested on those defined abs, and an indescribable sensation rippled through her palm.
Ji Wei’s hand involuntarily trembled.
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