Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 709 She Hates Herself to Such an Extent...
This kind of reaction was akin to death by a thousand cuts, making him feel so much pain that he could hardly breathe.
"Weiwei, say something. Why aren’t you speaking? Are you mad at me? Yes, you should be angry and furious. It was my fault, I..."
"Mo Qian!" His words were suddenly cut off by Jin Qichuan from behind.
Jin Qichuan stepped forward and pulled him away from Ji Wei’s bedside: "She just woke up and is very weak. Don’t keep pressing her like this."
Because Mo Qian had been squatting there, his legs were a bit numb. When Jin Qichuan pulled him, he stumbled back two steps.
His face was pale, his eyes full of sorrow as he kept staring at the woman on the bed, unwilling to look away.
Jin Qichuan leaned slightly closer and gently asked Ji Wei, "Are you thirsty and want some water, right?"
Ji Wei looked at him for a few seconds, her eyes showing a slight change, then she slowly nodded.
"Alright, I’ll pour you some water right away." Jin Qichuan’s heart was filled with joy, and he immediately turned to the table to pour water from the thermos into a glass.
Mo Qian stood motionless, filled with disbelief in his sorrowful eyes.
Ji Wei didn’t react to his words, so why was it different with Jin Qichuan?
She hated herself to such an extent...
His heart ached as if pierced by a thousand arrows, and Mo Qian unconsciously placed his hand over his chest.
Seeing Jin Qichuan approaching with the glass of water to feed Ji Wei, Mo Qian suddenly snapped out of it. He abruptly walked over to Jin Qichuan, blocking him from getting close to Ji Wei.
"Give me the glass." Mo Qian held out his hand, his expression grim, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Jin Qichuan looked at him with displeasure, unmoved.
However, in the next moment, Mo Qian suddenly reached out and forcibly took the glass from Jin Qichuan’s hand. His grip was too strong, causing the water to slosh and spill over the edge, leaving drops on his dark sleeves.
Mo Qian didn’t care, his fingers firmly gripping the glass, then he turned and brought it to Ji Wei’s parched lips.
"Drink, it’s not hot." His gaze softened gradually, and he looked at Ji Wei with both tenderness and affection.
Ji Wei’s lips were slightly cracked and colorless.
Although she was indeed very thirsty, she kept her lips tightly shut, unresponsive. Her vacant eyes didn’t seem to see the man in front of her, looking instead into the void behind him.
"Weiwei... please drink some." Mo Qian called her gently again, enduring the heartache.
Ji Wei remained unmoved, even slowly closed her eyes.
She didn’t want to spare him a glance.
Jin Qichuan watched, brow tightly knit, and anxiously stepped forward, saying, "Let me try."
His hand touched the glass, but Mo Qian wouldn’t let go.
Seeing the woman in bed who wouldn’t look at him, Mo Qian didn’t hold on long before releasing the glass dejectedly.
Jin Qichuan carefully held the glass to Ji Wei’s lips, softly saying, "Ji Wei, can you drink a little water?"
Hearing another man’s voice in her ear, Ji Wei’s eyelids flickered and slowly opened.
Jin Qichuan smiled at her, his smile full of encouragement and warmth, like the gentle breeze brushing against one’s face.
Ji Wei’s lips moved slightly, slowly opening them.
The warm water flowed into her mouth, soothing her parched throat, and she couldn’t help but gulp down.
"Drink slowly, no rush," Jin Qichuan said.
Ji Wei raised her eyes to look at him and softly said, with an unusually hoarse voice, "Thank you."
