Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 696: What’s This Move?

Jin Qichuan, carrying doubts, took a few steps to the side.

Seeing Ji Wei still sitting in the driver’s seat in a daze, Zhao Wanqing bent down and reached out to knock on the car window.

Ji Wei finally came to her senses, rolled down the window, and said coldly, "Miss Zhao, what do you want?"

"Can I get in and talk?" Zhao Wanqing blinked at her and smiled.

Not understanding what Zhao Wanqing was up to, but considering how she helped her and Duoduo avoid the paparazzi two days ago, Ji Wei nodded in agreement.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Wanqing boldly pulled the seatbelt over and fastened it, then turned to Ji Wei with a toothy grin. "Can I take your car to go back?"

Ji Wei: "..."

What kind of play is this?

Before Ji Wei could speak, Zhao Wanqing had already taken out her phone from her bag and pressed the call button.

"Sorry, Mr. Gu, someone’s giving me a ride back, so you don’t have to. Bye-bye~"

Standing at the hotel entrance, Gu Moqian stared in the direction of the Bentley, his face darker than the night.

He’d actually been stood up...

Ji Wei recovered her wits from the shock and said coldly to Zhao Wanqing, "Miss Zhao, I think you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t agree to take you anywhere."

The scene of the wife and the mistress sitting in the same car—it was too bizarre to take in.

If this was Zhao Wanqing’s calculated move to get close to her intentionally, Ji Wei had to admit that this woman was quite skilled.

"Mr. Gu’s been drinking, so he can’t take me," Zhao Wanqing answered with a smile.

That he can’t take you is none of my business!

Ji Wei very much wanted to curse at her, but she held it in at the last moment. "There’s a driver," she said stiffly.

"The driver’s still on the way, and I have something urgent to return to the hotel for, so please give me a ride. That’s okay, isn’t it?" Zhao Wanqing explained.

Not okay. Very not okay.

"Sorry, I’m not your driver. Please get out of the car," Ji Wei refused, her tone sharp and cold.

"Mrs. Gu, what if I had something very important to tell you? It’s about Mr. Gu..." Zhao Wanqing smiled enigmatically. "But before I tell you, you’ll have to take me back to the hotel."

"I have no interest in knowing," Ji Wei responded coldly.

"Are you sure you don’t want to know?" Zhao Wanqing pressed. "Don’t you find Mr. Gu’s attitude toward you has changed too suddenly?"

Ji Wei’s heart trembled.

After biting her lip for a few seconds, she replied icily, "Sit properly."

Zhao Wanqing curled her lips into a smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Gu!"

The engine roared to life, and the car slowly pulled out of the parking lot.

Watching the Bentley drive away, Jin Qichuan finally turned and walked back, but after a few steps, his stride came to an abrupt halt. A tall figure blocked his way.

Gu Moqian stood there in his immaculate suit, his deep, dark eyes staring emotionlessly at Jin Qichuan.

The parking lot was sparsely populated beneath the night sky, broken only by the occasional sound of car horns.

The two men locked their gazes, the faint yellow streetlights elongating and outlining their shadows.

The air seemed frozen; the atmosphere was tense and suffocating.

After an extended silence, Jin Qichuan moved his lips and spoke first. "What a rarity, Mr. Gu actively seeking me out."

"Stay away from her," Gu Moqian said coldly, his jet-black eyes narrowing dangerously.

It was as though Jin Qichuan had predicted he’d say this all along; he smiled faintly, with a hint of emotion. "It seems we haven’t talked like this in quite a while."

Gu Moqian’s profile disappeared into the night’s shadows, offering no response.

Jin Qichuan pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and extracted one, raising it toward Gu Moqian with a deliberate gesture.

Gu Moqian stared impassively at the white cigarette between Jin Qichuan’s fingers, unmoving.

With some resignation in his expression, Jin Qichuan slowly withdrew his hand. He placed the cigarette between his own lips, lightly bit down, then retrieved a lighter and struck a flame.

The fire cast his face into sharp clarity.

"Gu Moqian, do you really love Ji Wei?" Jin Qichuan exhaled a faint, wispy stream of smoke and asked in a low voice.