Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 455: How Desperate Are You to Consider a Dog Your Father

"Next time you dare play tricks on your husband like this, hmm?" Mo Qian still held her earlobe between his teeth, a low and alluring warning spilling from his lips.

Ji Wei’s skin was smooth and delicate, especially her sensitive earlobes.

When the man’s wet tongue deliberately outlined her earlobe again and again, Ji Wei’s fingertips even started trembling. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"I won’t, absolutely won’t, I promise..."

Ji Wei suppressed the itching sensation that teased her heart and surrendered.

"What will you use to guarantee it?"

"M-my dignity! Mm..."

The man suddenly nibbled and sucked gently, and Ji Wei couldn’t hold it in any longer, letting out a soft, muffled whimper.

The tingling and aching sensation was irresistible—it was torturous enough to bring her to the brink of tears.

Ji Wei now deeply understood what it felt like to be maddeningly tickled, like a cat scratching at her heart, yet unable to find relief.

It was absolutely maddening!

Mo Qian sensed the tension and trembling in her body, and the obsidian depths of his eyes grew laced with desire. Just as he was about to take things a step further, something suddenly bit the hem of his trousers, tugging and pulling insistently.

Lowering his gaze, he saw it was Happy clamping onto his dress pants, growling fiercely and barking at him.

Happy had likely heard Ji Wei’s whimper and thought its mistress was being bullied.

Mo Qian: "..."

Ji Wei saw this and couldn’t help silently giving Happy a thumbs up in her heart. Seizing the chance while Mo Qian was distracted, she wriggled free from his arms.

"Happy, you’re such a good boy! Mommy will take you out for a big feast, how about that?"

Ji Wei scooped up the dog and quickly dashed out, afraid if she hesitated for even a moment, she’d be captured and pinned down again.

In the end, the grand feast Mo Qian had promised was still delivered.

However, Happy was taken back to Shanshui Manor by Old Xu first, missing out on the flavors of the feast.

"All this... just for the two of us to eat?"

Ji Wei looked at the table piled high with fish and meat, unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Sitting beside her, Mo Qian rested his chin on one hand. Hearing her words, he cast her a sidelong glance. "Didn’t you keep going on and on about wanting a big feast?"

"That’s true, but my stomach is only so big—how could I ever finish all this?"

"You probably won’t have a chance to eat any more of this for a while, so why not stock up in advance?" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, his expression suggesting he was still holding a grudge—against the dog.

Ji Wei quickly plastered on a placating smile. "Thank you for your kind gesture, husband. I’ll eat, I’ll try my best to eat a lot. Being wasteful is shameful, hehe."

Midway through the meal, Mo Qian went to the restroom.

Ji Wei was frowning, struggling to make her way through plate after plate of fish and meat, when Mo Qian’s phone on the table suddenly vibrated a few times.

Out of reflex, she glanced at it and saw the notification on the screen: a WeChat icon.

This seemed strange—Mo Qian had just recently set up his WeChat account. Who could possibly be messaging him already?

Unable to contain her curiosity, Ji Wei tapped to check the message.

It was a friend request.

Username: Unrestrained Free-Spirited Nan Feng, Profile Picture: A man standing on a yacht with his arms spread wide, looking blissfully exhilarated.

Ji Wei recognized it at a glance as Xi Nanfeng, so she casually hit "Accept."

Not even thirty seconds after adding him, Xi Nanfeng sent a voice message.

"Old Mo, are you out of your mind today? What’s with suddenly getting into WeChat? That profile pic and name—it’s enough to kill me with laughter... Hahaha... Happy’s dad, just how twisted can you get to claim you’re a dad to a dog? Hahaha..."

Since the phone’s speaker was on, the voice message played out loud. The moment it ended, Ji Wei felt an icy gaze boring into her back.

A foreboding sense of doom washed over her as she slowly turned her head.

Mo Qian stood there, his face dark as a storm, fury seething in his eyes.

Three words floated through Ji Wei’s mind: I’m done for!