Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 666: He’s taking a shower, do you want to come in?

In no time, she heard footsteps approaching from inside the room. Ji Wei felt an inexplicable tension swell in her chest, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the door as she held her breath and waited.

Click—

The door slowly opened in front of her. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Zhao Wanqing stood leaning against the door frame, wearing a white bathrobe with her arms crossed. She glanced up and looked at Ji Wei.

Ji Wei’s mind exploded with a deafening roar. Unable to believe her eyes, she stammered, "Isn’t this Mo Qian’s room? Why... how could you..."

Zhao Wanqing chuckled softly and said, "He’s taking a shower. Do you want to come in?"

He’s taking a shower.

Those four words were laden with ambiguous implications. Isn’t taking a shower together something people do after...?

Ji Wei’s face abruptly turned pale, her steps faltering as she stumbled backward.

How could this happen?

Why—why like this... Gu Moqian cheated!

"Mrs. Gu, your complexion doesn’t look good. Are you feeling sick?"

Zhao Wanqing’s gentle voice drifted into her ears, and Ji Wei slowly lifted her head to look at her.

This woman was clearly feigning ignorance, right? To ask such a question in this situation!

"Sorry, my phone is ringing. I need to take the call. If you’re not coming in, I’ll close the door now." From inside came the faint sound of a phone ringing, and Zhao Wanqing spoke with a hint of apology.

Ji Wei’s gaze shifted toward the partially open door. The room inside was dark, with no lights on.

Her feet were frozen in place; she couldn’t bear to step in, terrified of what she might see—traces of tangled sheets on the bed and the suffocating, sordid aftermath of indulgence.

She felt nauseated.

Ji Wei gradually pressed her fingers into the center of her palm, the sharp pain drawing a sharp intake of breath as it forced movement into her rigid legs. Slowly, she turned around and left.

Zhao Wanqing watched her retreating figure, a faint trace of hesitation flickering in her eyes.

After shutting the door, Zhao Wanqing walked back to the bed and turned off the alarm bell on her phone.

She glanced back at the man sitting on the sofa. The curtain was only partially drawn, shrouding half his face in shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression.

"Mr. Gu, you called me over so early this morning to perform a little drama. Shouldn’t I be asking for a raise, don’t you think?" Zhao Wanqing spoke languidly as she untied the belt of her bathrobe.

Underneath the white bathrobe, a black bodycon dress with a deep V-neck revealed itself. Tidying up her hair, Zhao Wanqing noticed the man remained motionless. She added, "Still, this move of yours is quite heartless, Mr. Gu. A woman who loves you is devastated to this degree, and even I can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy."

Gu Moqian raised his eyes to glance at her, his thin lips pressing into a cold arc.

Zhao Wanqing seemed completely unfazed by the oppressive air around him. She casually picked up her bag and said, "I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m going downstairs for a meal. Bye-bye."

With a carefree wave, she pulled the door open and walked out.

The room fell silent.

Gu Moqian stared into the empty space ahead for a long while before finally moving to the floor-to-ceiling window.

From the 33rd floor, Ji Wei’s figure appeared in his view. Her expression was desolate as she stood by the roadside, her slender body seeming as though it might collapse under the wind at any moment.

Gu Moqian’s demeanor shifted, his eyes faintly reddening. His heart felt as though it had been slashed open, the sharp pain draining all color from his lips.

Weiwei, I’m sorry.

Perhaps this time, you truly will give up on me.

...

Dragging her weary body, Ji Wei returned to Shanshui Manor to find Aunt Zhu pacing back and forth in the living room, trying to soothe An An.

"Madam, you’re back! An An seems to be sick and has been crying non-stop," Aunt Zhu said anxiously as she approached.

The child’s cries were loud and piercing, his small face flushed red from tears.

The dazed look in Ji Wei’s eyes finally faded. She hurriedly took An An into her arms, "Be good, baby. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Mommy will take you to the hospital right away."

Turning on her heel, Ji Wei headed outside, and Aunt Zhu followed behind her, saying, "Madam, I’ll go with you!"