Ji Wei smiled, reached out to hold the man’s face, her bright eyes lightly blinking, then leaned in and kissed his lips. "Let’s consider the previous matters behind us. From now on, we’ll face the storms together, never letting go of each other’s hands."
The woman’s soft and tender words deeply moved Gu Moqian. In his deep black eyes, a mist seed to rise. He clasped her palm, interlocking their fingers.
Gu Moqian looked quietly at Ji Wei for a few seconds, repeating her words: "Never letting go of each other’s hands."
That night was hardly tranquil for the two of them. After passionate and unrestrained lovemaking, they fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms. Their shallow breaths rose and fell in sync, and in the spacious Presidential Suite, the room was filled with warmth and sweetness.
...
At the Ji Family’s residence, Cuiya Residence.
Ji Shanshan feigned sleep, lying in bed, carefully listening to any sounds from the bed beside hers.
Old Madam Ji’s steady snores echoed within the room. Once Ji Shanshan confird she was asleep, she slowly lifted the quilt. Using the faint light spilling in from the window, she picked up the phone on the bedside table and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
The gunshot incident from the previous midnight made Ji Shanshan afraid to sleep alone anymore. After suspecting that the person behind it was Gu Moqian, she decided to involve the old madam in her plans.
Ji Shanshan often brought up having nightmares at night and being unable to sleep, expressing her desire to share a room with Old Madam Ji.
Old Madam Ji had always sympathized with her granddaughter. After all, she endured hardship when she fell into the sea, and her mother, Ji Yunxiang, was now in a ntal hospital. On top of that, her parents were divorced and nobody cared for her. It was undeniable that Ji Shanshan was pitiable.
Softhearted, the old woman agreed, though she had beco accustod to sleeping alone over the years. Thus, she had soone move a single bed into her room so that the grandmother and granddaughter could sleep in the sa room at night.
Ji Shanshan walked to the open-air balcony at the end of the corridor, wearing a black silk nightgown, her curled hair draped over her shoulders, leaning against the railing.
She was waiting for a call.
As ti ticked by, Ji Shanshan wondered about the situation at the hotel. Had those reporters successfully captured news of Gu Moqian sleeping with a stranger?
Ring ring ring...
Her phone rang, and Ji Shanshan eagerly answered: "Reporter Lv, how’s the situation?"
"Miss Qiu has been sent back, and several reporters were taken to the police station. I barely managed to escape. Plus, the caras and camcorders were confiscated. Let’s just treat tonight as if it never happened. I’m heading ho now."
"How could you ss this up!" Ji Shanshan exclaid in fury, her eyes wide with frustration. "This was planned long ago, and you still managed to botch it! You’re useless!"
As a journalist, Reporter Lv still carried a trace of professional pride. Hearing himself being berated by a woman, he frowned and shot back: "Miss Ji, please mind your words. I’ll return your money. I’m just not suited to this murky business. In the future, find soone else for these types of underhanded sches. Goodbye—"
"Wait a mont!" Ji Shanshan panicked when she realized he was about to hang up, suppressing her anger to soften her tone. "Reporter Lv, I’m sorry. I was too upset earlier and said so harsh words. Don’t take them to heart."
"..."
"I’ve already transferred one million to your account!" Ji Shanshan quickly added, fearing he would change his mind.
Reporter Lv was stunned.
This amount of money was more than he could earn in years of backbreaking work.
"You can spend this money however you want. For example, sending your daughter abroad to study, climbing into high society... You won’t have to keep toiling as an entertainnt journalist anymore. So, Reporter Lv, would you reconsider?"
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