Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 677 They Are Kissing

Upon hearing Ji Wei’s words, the man heaved a sigh of relief: "You’re her friend, huh? I’ve been worried because I couldn’t reach her family. Come over and take her away. She’s in room 3206 at XX Hotel."

"..."

What’s going on?!

How could Xia Duoduo end up at a hotel with a man—opening a room?

Could it be that she got too drunk last night and ended up getting taken advantage of while completely out of it?!

"Hey, are you listening?" Seeing no response from Ji Wei, the man called out again.

"I’m coming now! If you’ve done anything inappropriate to Duoduo, I won’t let you off the hook!" Ji Wei said coldly and firmly, then hurriedly hung up the phone and got into the car.

The Bentley drove off for quite a while. Stopping at a red light, Ji Wei suddenly realized that the hotel the man had mentioned over the phone was exactly where Gu Moqian was staying...

She hesitated for a moment, but her worries for Duoduo’s safety ultimately outweighed everything else. As soon as the green light flashed, she stepped on the gas and sped toward the hotel.

Once the car was parked, Ji Wei grabbed her bag and stepped out, walking swiftly into the hotel.

On the first floor where the hotel restaurant was located, Zhao Wanqing and Gu Moqian had just finished breakfast and were heading forward together.

"Mr. Gu, about the collaboration meeting with Hengyuan Group’s president this morning—can you go alone?" Zhao Wanqing asked.

Gu Moqian glanced at her coolly, "You got something to do?"

Pressing a hand to her lower abdomen, Zhao Wanqing had a troubled expression: "Aunt Flow’s here. Cramps."

Gu Moqian: "..." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Mr. Gu, you’ve always been considerate toward your employees. This isn’t too much to ask, right?" Zhao Wanqing’s beautiful face seemed pale, her lips trembling lightly. "If you disagree, it’s fine if you give me triple my salary. For the sake of money, I’d still work while ’sick.’"

"A period isn’t a sickness," Gu Moqian corrected her, then after walking a couple of steps, added, "Today, you’ll work from the hotel. No need to go to the office."

"No problem!" Zhao Wanqing’s face swept away the gloom from just now.

Gu Moqian turned back to stare at her—was this woman trying to pull a fast one on him?

Maintaining her composure, Zhao Wanqing pointed toward the nearby elevator entrance: "Mr. Gu, that’s... Ji Wei."

Upon hearing Ji Wei’s name, Gu Moqian’s expression tightened. Turning his head, he caught sight of her.

Ji Wei was dressed simply in a pale blue dress, her limbs fair and slender, paired with white sneakers. She occasionally adjusted the bag slung over her shoulder. Her straight black hair cascaded along her shoulders. From behind, she looked just like a fresh-out-of-college student.

Youthful and radiant.

Gu Moqian stared, momentarily dazed. Beside him, Zhao Wanqing nudged his arm and whispered, "She must be here to find you, right? Should I play along with your act again?"

Gu Moqian’s face turned cold, his deep black gaze locked on the woman’s back. He pressed his lips together without saying a word.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open.

Ji Wei tightened the purse strap on her shoulder, stepped briskly into the elevator, and pressed the button for her destination floor.

When she retracted her hand and raised her eyes, she suddenly saw Gu Moqian and Zhao Wanqing standing a few meters away, looking in her direction.

She hadn’t expected to run into someone she so badly didn’t want to encounter this quickly. Ji Wei’s face stiffened.

Meeting the man’s dark, piercing eyes across the air, Ji Wei felt an ache in her chest grow sharper. Her suppressed frown was caught by Gu Moqian’s ominous black gaze.

A moment later, he abruptly turned away.

All she could see was the man’s tall, imposing figure as he tilted slightly downward, leaning closer to Zhao Wanqing...

From Ji Wei’s perspective, it looked unmistakably like they were kissing.

A searing pain seemed to burn her eyes as a hot, wet rush surged suddenly. Ji Wei hastily glanced away.

Several people trickled into the elevator, and soon, the doors closed and it began its ascent.

Zhao Wanqing stretched out her hand to push the man away, "Stop pretending—they’ve already left."

Just now, Gu Moqian had only grabbed her chin and made a motion that looked remarkably like a kiss.

Standing upright again, Gu Moqian’s deep black eyes were unfathomable. With hands in his pockets, he turned away coldly.