Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 663: Being Avoided by Her Own Husband

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Being Avoided by Her Own Husband

Ji Wei had no intention of disturbing others at work. She lifted her foot and walked toward the living quarters behind the office.

The interior was the same as before. Ji Wei stopped in front of the sofa, and memories of her once intimate moments with Gu Moqian here flashed through her mind, causing her face to flush suddenly.

She lifted a hand to lightly touch her burning cheeks, her gaze lowering as she stood dazed.

Ji Wei sat on the sofa, quietly waiting.

Time ticked away second by second, and there was no movement from the office outside. The anxiety in her heart grew like an uncontrollable vine, spreading relentlessly.

Eventually, she got up and walked out.

The expansive office was eerily quiet. Zhao Wanqing was nowhere to be found.

Ji Wei’s heart skipped a beat as she briefly wondered if she had been mistaken. But no, she hadn’t.

It seemed she had underestimated that woman!

Did she go to inform Gu Moqian and leave her here without a care?

Ji Wei immediately lifted her gaze toward the closed office door. Her heart raced as she swiftly hurried over, placing her hand on the door handle and turning it.

Thankfully, the door hadn’t been locked from the outside. Ji Wei twisted the handle slightly, and it opened.

Her face couldn’t conceal the panic as she stepped decisively toward the direction of the conference room.

"This is a conference room. What exactly are you trying to do?" A Gu Group employee who didn’t recognize Ji Wei stopped her immediately as she barged toward the conference room.

"Take a good look at who I am!"

Ji Wei’s gaze was icy as she stared down at the man, pulling off the wig on her head with a swift motion.

Her jet-black long hair, tied into a low ponytail, was slightly messy due to her abrupt gesture.

"Mrs. Gu..."

The male employee’s eyes widened in shock.

Ji Wei didn’t bother wasting time with him. She reached out and pushed open the door to the conference room.

As soon as she stepped through, the scene inside left her stunned.

The meeting was already over. At this moment, only a few executives were gathered discussing company affairs. When they noticed Ji Wei standing at the doorway, all of them turned to look at her in unison.

"Where’s Mr. Gu?" Ji Wei steadied herself, trying her best to keep her tone calm as she asked.

One of the executives replied, "Mr. Gu has already left."

He had actually left...

Ji Wei’s legs felt weak, and she had to grab the doorframe to barely keep herself standing upright.

Why wouldn’t he meet her? Why did he keep avoiding her?

"Do any of you know where Mr. Gu went?" Ji Wei mustered what little spirit she had left to ask.

The few executives exchanged glances before shaking their heads in unison.

"Sorry to trouble you."

Ji Wei’s pale face turned away as she started walking out.

If Gu Moqian didn’t want her to find him, how could he easily let anyone know his whereabouts?

She had come here with high hopes, only to leave without even catching a glimpse of him.

Being a wife yet avoided by her own husband—there was nothing more laughable than this.

Ji Wei lifted her hand to wipe away the dampness at the corner of her eyes, then walked out of the Gu Group building in large strides.

...

One of the Gu Group’s five-star hotels.

A man dressed in a deep black suit stood tall and commanding in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dazzling city lights of Rongcheng flickered in his dark pupils as he stared out into the night. Feeling the air inside the room grow stifling, he reached up and loosened his tie.

At the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind him, Gu Moqian turned around and saw a woman holding a glass of red wine, walking toward him.

"Can’t sleep? How about a glass of red wine?" Zhao Wanqing’s crimson lips moved as she raised an eyebrow at him.

Gu Moqian hesitated slightly before reaching out to take the wine glass she offered.

His long fingers grasped the stem of the glass. The deep red wine swirled under the light with his movement, glimmering with a bloody sheen.

"Mr. Gu, my work is already done."

Zhao Wanqing walked back to the desk, her fair hands patting the thick stack of documents on it as she spoke with faint dissatisfaction: "You keep me working so late, yet don’t even offer overtime pay. So, I’m planning to go out and find some fun."

Gu Moqian’s dark eyes flickered slightly as he watched her pick up her black trench coat and handbag, ready to head out.

"Why did you agree to help me?"

Just as Zhao Wanqing reached for the door to leave, Gu Moqian suddenly asked this question.