Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 650: Mo Qian, You’re Hurt!
"Young master!" The old butler called out, "Are you alright?"
Gu Moqian moved in the darkness, the light from the hallway spilling into the study’s doorway, outlining the broad and tall silhouette of the man.
"I’m fine," he replied calmly, striding toward the corner of the bookshelf where Ji Wei was hiding.
Gu Moqian reached out and tightly grasped Ji Wei’s slender wrist, pulling her out.
"Tom, take care of things here," he said to the old butler.
Stepping out of the dim study, Ji Wei’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light.
The man’s pace was hurried, so fast that she could barely keep up.
The sleeve of Gu Moqian’s white shirt was stained with blood, and the hand gripping hers had fresh blood seeping out. Ji Wei exclaimed in shock, "Mo Qian, you’re hurt?!"
Gu Moqian’s face was cold, and he did not halt his steps.
"Mo Qian, let me see your wound," Ji Wei tried to free her hand, but Gu Moqian’s grip was strong, and she couldn’t break loose.
Without a word, Gu Moqian led her directly to the bedroom on the second floor.
"Mo Qian..."
Ji Wei had no idea what he intended. Pushed into the bedroom, she was about to turn around and ask, but the door closed in front of her.
With a loud bang.
The sound stunned Ji Wei.
Only when she heard the lock turning did Ji Wei suddenly realize what was happening. She quickly rushed over and pounded on the door with all her might.
"Mo Qian, open the door..."
Gu Moqian pocketed the key. Inside, Ji Wei’s calls echoed as he stared at the vibrating door panel, his brows tightly knit, his deep eyes clouded with darkness.
Gu Moqian did not linger. As he walked away, he took out his phone, "Send the most skilled bodyguards to the manor immediately. Ensure everyone’s safety."
"And have the things prepared. I’m heading over soon."
Seeing Gu Moqian descending the stairs, the old butler respectfully approached to report, "Young master, all the attackers have been eliminated. I’ve already arranged for the aftermath to be handled."
With such an intense shootout, it was impossible for there to be any survivors.
The mastermind behind the assassination attempt—Gu Moqian had already guessed who it was.
Gu Moqian, his expression steely, said coldly, "Tomorrow, send the young mistress away from Britain safely."
"Understood. Your injuries..." Seeing Gu Moqian preparing to leave, the old butler inquired with concern.
"It’s nothing, just a scratch."
Gu Moqian lifted his hand to glance at the scrape on the back, his face emotionless, "Take care of everything here. I won’t be coming back anytime soon."
"Rest assured, young master."
When the old butler raised his gaze again, Gu Moqian’s silhouette had already stepped into the fine drizzle of the night outside.
Ji Wei’s hands were numb from pounding, her voice hoarse from shouting.
She slowly turned, leaning her back against the door, her vacant eyes staring at the furnishings in the bedroom.
The room was silent, devoid of any vitality.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine starting echoed from downstairs, snapping Ji Wei’s scattered gaze into focus. Within seconds, she dashed to the balcony.
Downstairs, the headlights of a black sedan pierced through the rain and mist, the driver’s seat occupied by a shadowy figure.
"Mo Qian, Mo Qian..."
Ji Wei shouted toward the direction of the car.
The windshield wipers swung ceaselessly, and the sound from above burst into Gu Moqian’s ears.
He lifted his dark, brooding eyes, gazing at the frail figure of the woman standing on the balcony, calling to him, waving incessantly. Her expression brimming with urgency and worry...
A flicker of pain flashed quickly in Gu Moqian’s eyes. His hand tightened around the steering wheel, his blood-stained hand visibly strained, veins bulging. He was still dressed in the blood-streaked shirt and vest, his thin face cast with unreadable emotions under the glow of the car headlights.
After a brief silence, Gu Moqian drew his gaze away.
Without hesitation, he swiftly turned the steering wheel and drove away.
