Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Zhu Ming’an’s Face Looks Like He’s Seen a Ghost

Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and Ji Wei couldn’t help but let out a low gasp.

"What happened? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Moqian, noticing her knitted brows and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, immediately asked with concern.

Ji Wei raised her hand to rub her temple. "I don’t know... it feels like this scene, being held like this and waiting for daylight, is so familiar, as if I’ve experienced it before. But I just can’t remember..."

Gu Moqian’s gaze darkened as he heard her words. He stared at her puzzled face and remained silent for a long time.

Then he pressed her head into his embrace, his voice slightly hoarse. "If you can’t remember, then don’t force yourself to. Let it go."

Listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, Ji Wei gently nodded.

Gu Moqian’s embrace always had the ability to make her forget all her worries. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.

As the woman leaned against him, her breathing soft and steady, Gu Moqian lowered his head. His eyes traced her delicate, pale face, which somehow overlapped with the image of a youthful face from his memories.

It’s okay... one day, you’ll remember.

He raised his hand to gently outline the contours of her face, his lips curving into a faint, enchanting smile.

...

Early the next morning, Zhu Ming’an rushed eagerly to the door of the room.

The villa’s electrical panel had been severely damaged, leaving him unable to access the surveillance cameras all night, which only exacerbated his unease. Years of maneuvering in the business world had cultivated his suspicious nature. Not being able to confirm that Gu Moqian and Zhu Jianian were sleeping together left him deeply unsettled.

With swift motions, Zhu Ming’an took out a key and unlocked the door.

But the moment the door swung open, he nearly stumbled backward in shock at the sight of the man standing before him!

Gu Moqian stood there with a detached, intense expression. He was dressed impeccably in a white shirt and dark slacks, his attire neat, his hair perfectly in place without a trace of disorder.

Moreover, there was no sign of exhaustion or excess indulgence visible on his face.

Zhu Ming’an’s mind was full of suspicion. noveldrama

Impossible. He had clearly heard those breathy, intimate sounds last night with his own ears—there was no mistaking it.

Struggling to collect himself, Zhu Ming’an forced a courteous smile and asked, "Mr. Gu, up so early? Why not sleep a little longer? Where’s Jianian? She hasn’t woken up yet, has she?"

As he spoke, Zhu Ming’an stretched his neck to peek into the bedroom, eager to verify his assumptions.

But Gu Moqian placed a hand firmly against the doorframe, his tall figure unmoving as he coldly stared at Zhu Ming’an, making him feel completely out of sorts.

Suddenly, a slender and fair hand rested on Gu Moqian’s shoulder, followed by a sweet and soft voice spilling from red lips. "Honey, who’s here?"

When the woman abruptly appeared behind Gu Moqian, Zhu Ming’an’s face turned ashen, as if he’d seen a ghost.

If it weren’t for Shen Yu behind him catching his fall, Zhu Ming’an would have collapsed right onto the ground.

"You, you... who are you? How can you be in Jianian’s room?" Zhu Ming’an stammered, trembling as he pointed at Ji Wei.

Gu Moqian pulled Ji Wei into his arms, a cold, cutting smile playing on his lips as he spoke. "She is my wife—Ji Wei."

Ji Wei... this woman’s surname is Ji!

In that instant, Zhu Ming’an realized the identity of the woman before him.

So this was none other than the eldest daughter of the Ji Family—the one betrothed to Gu Moqian!

He shook his head in disbelief. "How can she be here? No, this can’t be possible, absolutely not!"

"Impossible, you say? President Zhu, are you disappointed you didn’t see what you’d expected?"