Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: No One Dares to Look

The woman’s face had already turned red down to the base of her neck, her hands nervously twisting together. Her pearly teeth bit down on her lip to prevent her rising emotions from being completely exposed.

In the next second, before Ji Wei could react, she was lifted onto Mo Qian’s lap with one arm supporting her hips.

"This isn’t appropriate..."

Ji Wei protested, pushing against him as her eyes darted in a panic toward the window.

The expansive yacht was lined with small squared windows, and she could clearly see the bodyguards standing steadfastly outside.

If any of them turned their heads, wouldn’t it be unbearably awkward?

"No one would dare to look."

"..."

Fine, since he was injured, she decided not to argue with him.

Mo Qian wrapped his strong arms around Ji Wei’s waist, holding her securely on his lap. He rested his chin against her shoulder and leaned there quietly.

Outside the window, the moon had already dipped low in the sky. noveldrama

The luxurious yacht sped toward Rongcheng Hospital at an incredible pace.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Mo Qian was immediately taken to an exclusive VIP ward.

Standing nearby, Ji Wei watched as the doctor removed the gauze from his shoulder. When the bloody, mangled flesh beneath was revealed, her heart couldn’t help but tremble violently.

She could only imagine how excruciating that gunshot wound on his shoulder must have been. Yet Mo Qian hadn’t made a single sound throughout the journey, holding her tightly the entire way. This man’s ability to endure pain far surpassed her expectations.

Ji Wei’s eyes reddened involuntarily.

Aside from his complexion being slightly paler than usual, Mo Qian showed no other signs of discomfort. Even when the bloodstained bullet was extracted with a metallic clang onto the tray, he remained utterly composed.

What kind of experiences must he have gone through to be this calm and composed in the face of such intense pain?

She found herself longing to understand his past.

Mo Qian had once mentioned he had missed out on her youthful years. But wasn’t the same true for her?

After the bullet was removed, the assistant surgeon worked swiftly to stitch up Mo Qian’s wound, apply medication, and reapply the bandages. The entire procedure was completed in less than twenty minutes.

Due to the sudden gunfire incident on the yacht earlier that night, Rongcheng Hospital was now overcrowded. After his wound was treated, Mo Qian decided to return to Shanshui Manor directly. He figured that changing bandages could be handled by the family doctor, and staying in the hospital would only bring inconvenience.

Chen Ke personally drove them back. Halfway through the journey, they encountered a police barricade blocking the road, likely part of the pursuit for those Japanese assassins.

Mo Qian glanced at his wristwatch—it was already past 3 a.m.

He then looked over at Ji Wei, who was leaning against the car seat on the verge of falling asleep, and instructed in a deep voice, "Assistant Chen, turn around and find a nearby six-star hotel."

The car came to a stop, and the drowsy Ji Wei was startled awake.

She stepped out of the car, staring in surprise at the towering hotel building in front of her. "Mo Qian, are we staying here tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, the road is under traffic control. We’ll head back tomorrow," Mo Qian replied.

Inside the Presidential Suite.

The room was a bit stuffy, so Ji Wei walked over to open the window. On her way back, she asked, "Mo Qian, do you want to take a bath? I can run some hot water for you."

"No need. It’s already late; let’s just sleep," Mo Qian said as he began to take off his jacket.

Seeing this, Ji Wei hurriedly stepped forward to help him remove the sleeves. "I’ll sleep on the sofa later. You’re injured, and I don’t want to accidentally touch your wound."

Mo Qian paused mid-motion, his arm still outstretched as he was taking off his coat. He turned to look at her, his inky-black eyes darkening momentarily.

After the night’s chaos, Ji Wei’s complexion appeared pale. Although she was forcing herself to stay alert, Mo Qian could tell she was utterly exhausted. The short nap in the car had done little to restore her energy.