Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 710: I’m Tired, I Don’t Want to Love Anyone for Now
Gu Moqian heard that weak "thank you," and it was like a fatal blow to him.
Since Ji Wei had woken up, she hadn’t responded to him at all—neither crying, nor yelling, nor expressing hatred. Her indifference was what terrified Gu Moqian.
Yes, terrified.
He had grown up amidst countless storms in the treacherous business world, making life-and-death decisions, building up the Gu Family step by step, facing numerous formidable opponents, and escaping death many times. He had never experienced fear before.
But this time, he was afraid.
He was afraid that Ji Wei would treat him as a stranger from now on, ignoring him entirely, even unwilling to see him ever again.
This was more despairing than her hating him.
She wanted to erase him completely from her life.
Gu Moqian’s hand clutched tightly at his chest, his fingers gripping the fabric of his suit into a fist. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the tormenting spasms he was enduring surged over him, stronger than ever.
His face and neck turned red in an instant, veins standing out vividly along his strained neck. Enduring the excruciating pain, he bit down hard on his gums before forcing out the words with great difficulty: "Weiwei, rest well... I’ll be back in a while..."
After speaking, Gu Moqian released his grip on his jacket and tried to straighten his back, attempting to appear composed, before hastily turning and leaving the hospital room.
Jin Qichuan watched his disheveled departure with deep, unfathomable eyes.
Just like the last time, Gu Moqian left in such a rush, probably to keep Ji Wei from noticing his distress, right?
Only after Gu Moqian’s figure disappeared through the doorway did Jin Qichuan withdraw his gaze.
When he turned his attention back to the woman on the bed, he was startled to see a single tear streaking down Ji Wei’s pale face from the corner of her closed eye...
A pang of pain hit Jin Qichuan’s chest.
Ji Wei hadn’t given up on Gu Moqian. Instead, her heart hurt so much that she didn’t know how to face him...
Jin Qichuan pressed his lips into a thin line and quietly observed the frail woman in the hospital bed. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his tone unusually solemn: "Ji Wei, don’t cry for someone who’s not worth it. If you’re willing, I can take care of you, cherish you for a lifetime."
Ji Wei’s closed eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she neither opened her eyes nor offered a reply.
Seeing her like this, Jin Qichuan felt a deep ache in his heart. After a brief sigh, he murmured softly, "I’ll be right outside. Rest well, and call me if you need anything."
He turned and walked a few steps, but then, her voice resonated from behind: "Mr. Jin, thank you for your kindness. But I’m tired. I don’t want to love anyone for now."
Ji Wei spoke slowly, her voice weak, but every word clearly reached Jin Qichuan’s ears.
He turned to look at her, a faint, warm smile curving his lips: "That’s okay. I can wait."
Her closed lashes trembled once more, but ultimately, she didn’t respond again.
...
In the hospital’s underground parking lot.
In the dim light, a man curled up in pain in the back seat of his Maybach.
It felt as though countless ants were gnawing at his body, and a voice deep within his heart screamed incessantly for that substance.
Just one hit—one single hit—and he could ease the agony, forget all his troubles.
Gu Moqian gritted his teeth fiercely, his hands clenched into fists against his chest, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
The heartbreak caused by Ji Wei’s cold attitude was unbearable, and now he was tormented by his addiction. Under the weight of both, Gu Moqian’s spirit had become frighteningly fragile.
Auditory hallucinations even invaded his mind, with two voices locked in a fierce argument.
One voice tempted him: "You know where to get that stuff. Just one hit, and all your troubles will melt away. So what if she doesn’t love you? You’ll be lost in ecstasy..."
