Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 664 - Baby, I’m Sorry

Zhao Wanqing turned her head, her gaze flowing with charm as she raised a finger to her red lips and gestured, "This is a secret."

After she spoke, the woman opened the door and left.

Mo Qian stared in the direction of the doorway, his eyes dark and deep.

A secret?

This woman has been by his father’s side for over ten years. Her abilities and manipulative skills are undoubtedly formidable, and her identity remains an enigma. Mo Qian had once leveraged connections to investigate Zhao Wanqing’s background but found nothing.

If not for Zhao Wanqing consistently supporting Gu Zhizhou over the years, Mo Qian would never have allowed an unidentified woman to stay by his father’s side.

After Zhao Wanqing left, the Presidential Suite was left with only Mo Qian, the emptiness and loneliness in the room amplified.

The room was lit by only a wall lamp, casting a dim light that outlined the man’s chilled contours.

Mo Qian lowered his gaze, staring at the glass of red wine in his hand as he pondered for a long time. Then slowly, he raised it to his lips and drained it in one gulp.

The taste of red wine was mildly bitter, carrying faint sweetness, dangerously addictive.

Mo Qian strode over, picked up the opened bottle of wine from the coffee table, and returned to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He poured more wine into the empty glass, turning his head to look outside the window. His gaze instinctively searched for a particular direction shimmering with city lights.

From the south-facing floor-to-ceiling window on the hotel’s 33rd top floor, the roof of Shanshui Manor’s villa could be clearly seen. That was where his woman and child lived.

Mo Qian finished the red wine in his glass again, then reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone, flipping to the photo album.

There was only one photo saved, taken from a media report.

In the photo, the woman was wearing a long trench coat, holding the child tightly to her chest, her gaze fierce and unwavering.

She did well; she was an excellent mother...

Mo Qian stared long and hard at the face of the woman in the photo, and within the depths of his pitch-black pupils, pain rippled.

As he reached for the wine bottle, his entire body suddenly spasmed.

The bottle fell from his trembling hand, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

Dark red wine stains seeped into the carpet, spreading slowly...

Mo Qian clutched at the fabric of his chest, collapsing to his knees in pain.

...

Ji Wei returned to Shanshui Manor to find that An An was already asleep.

Aunt Zhu told her that the child had her milk formula and didn’t fuss, remaining obedient the entire time.

Ji Wei listened silently, her lips pressed tight as she refrained from speaking.

She quietly pushed open the door to the nursery. Her son’s tiny body lay in the crib, and his soft breathing carried through the air. He was sleeping soundly.

Ji Wei walked over, sat by the crib, raised a hand to stroke her son’s plump little cheeks, and murmured softly to herself, "Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy is so useless, I haven’t been able to bring Daddy back for you..."

"But don’t worry, Mommy won’t give up. Mommy will make sure you have a complete family."

Ji Wei stayed by her son’s side for a long time before getting up and leaving.

She went out to the balcony to call her father, Ji Yunli.

"Dad, I seem to remember you mentioning a very famous private detective. There’s something I’d like to ask him for help with..."

After hearing Ji Wei’s request, Ji Yunli immediately agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Wei let out a long breath.

She looked up at the clear night sky, thinking tomorrow would surely be a beautiful day.

...

As soon as Mo Qian’s call came through, Ye Cheng drove over without delay.

When he arrived at the 33rd floor and stood outside the room’s door, he reached out to press the doorbell. It took a while before he finally heard the sound of the lock turning.

The door opened, and Mo Qian leaned weakly against the doorframe, his face pale.

"Come in." Mo Qian said faintly, gesturing for him to enter.

Ye Cheng closed the door behind him.

As soon as he walked into the room, his sharp senses detected the unmistakable scent of red wine lingering in the air. His gaze swept across the room, and Ye Cheng immediately noticed the dark red wine stains on the carpet near the floor-to-ceiling window.