Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 708: You Remember Me, Don’t You?
The words "sister-in-law" cut deeply into Jin Qichuan’s heart.
His breathing halted for a moment, and his fists clenched at his sides with audible creaks.
Gu Moqian noticed his reaction and scoffed coldly, "Don’t even think about trying anything with me again. I won’t give you a second chance."
The veins on the back of Jin Qichuan’s hand bulged as he glared at him with fiery resentment. "Gu Moqian, just you wait. From now on, I won’t yield anymore. I’ll do whatever it takes to win her back!"
Smack!
A sudden sound of something falling to the ground echoed from the hospital room.
Both men flinched, unable to waste time thinking further, and quickly rushed into the room.
Ji Wei opened her eyes, her mind a haze. She felt unbearably thirsty and instinctively reached out for the water cup on the bedside table.
But as soon as her arm moved, it tugged at her ribs, and the sharp pain made her hand tremble. The cup slipped through her fingers and crashed onto the floor.
When Gu Moqian stepped into the hospital room, his gaze first fell on the shattered glass and the water spilled across the floor. He froze for a second before shifting his attention abruptly to the figure on the hospital bed.
Ji Wei’s face was excessively pale, her wide eyes vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling as if her thoughts were scattered and unable to focus.
A tidal wave of immense joy surged through Gu Moqian, drowning him. The exhaustion clouding his eyes seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by a bright glint of hope and radiance.
She had awakened. She really had awakened!
For the past three days, he had been consumed by worry, afraid that Ji Wei, like his father, would never open her eyes again... If that had happened, he would have loathed himself to the point of wanting to end his own life!
Thankfully, Ji Wei had awakened.
Awake was good. From now on, he would never let go of her hand again. He would devote everything to making up for the pain she had endured during these days.
Gu Moqian slowly knelt down by the bedside. He reached out his broad palm, lightly curling his fingers around her delicate, pale hand.
Ji Wei’s hand was also terribly white, with an intravenous needle still inserted into the back.
A soft, gentle voice sounded beside her ear, spoken by the man, "Weiwei."
Ji Wei’s fingers twitched faintly. His hand was warm and broad, while hers felt cold as ice. She slowly moved her eyes, her gaze reflecting a thin yet strikingly handsome face.
The man’s deep eyes seemed to hold an infinite reservoir of affection, unmoving as they fixed on her.
Ji Wei stared at him for quite some time, her expression devoid of any emotion, remaining placid. Her gaze held no ripples, her eyes as hollow and vacant as a soulless puppet.
She felt no anger, no sorrow, and she didn’t speak. This complete lack of reaction made Gu Moqian’s heart sink continuously, as though it were plunging into an abyss with no end.
A sudden and unfamiliar panic gripped him, a feeling of unease he had never known before.
"Weiwei, do you... remember me?" Gu Moqian’s lips moved as he strove to keep his voice steady, but a trembling undertone was still perceptible.
Ji Wei’s indifferent gaze fell on him, but she gave no reply.
Her lips, like her face, were ashen and void of life.
Gu Moqian unconsciously tightened his hold on her slender, pale fingers, suppressing the growing panic in his chest. He asked again, his tone deep and insistent, "You remember me, don’t you?"
Ji Wei: "..."
The woman’s silence was driving Gu Moqian to the verge of collapse.
He had considered countless possibilities for her awakening—perhaps she would lash out at him in fury, cry uncontrollably, or hate him for his cruelty and abandonment... But he had never anticipated this—the reaction Ji Wei displayed now.
It was as if, to her, he was nothing more than a meaningless object.
