Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 714: Say, who instructed you to hit the person!
I’m sorry, I love you.
Upon hearing those six words, Ji Wei’s tears fell heavily.
Her heart was torn, yet a small trace of joy betrayed her reluctance—she realized her emotions were completely under Mo Qian’s control.
Was it because she loved him too deeply that she had given him the power to hurt her?
Ji Wei’s heart was filled with turmoil and contradiction. Should she forgive him just like that?
The pain he caused her would hardly fade with time. Like the scars on her body—no matter how fully healed—they would still leave marks.
Her mind was a chaotic mess. Ji Wei stopped herself from thinking anymore. She tried to push the man away, but as soon as she raised her hand, it pulled at her wound, making her frown in pain and cry out softly.
"Weiwei, does the wound hurt again? I won’t touch you randomly anymore. Be good—don’t move around, alright?" Mo Qian’s eyes flickered with worry, but his words were gentle, as if coaxing a child.
Ji Wei looked at the man in front of her in silence, suddenly unsure of what to say.
The way things were unfolding was beyond her expectations. She had never imagined waking up to hear Mo Qian say to her, "I love you." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Even now, she wondered if it was just auditory hallucinations, if she was simply dreaming.
Ji Wei felt weak; the clotted blood in her head hadn’t cleared. Her brows furrowed as dizziness overtook her.
"Don’t think about anything. When you’ve recovered and are discharged, I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Then, you can decide whether to forgive me or not. No matter what decision you make, I’ll accept it."
Mo Qian’s words were heartfelt, but Ji Wei remained silent.
She truly didn’t have enough energy to think things through right now.
The woman frowned, and not long after, she couldn’t hold on any longer—her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep.
...
Mo Qian converted the living room outside the hospital room into a temporary office. Even members of the Gu Family’s senior staff had to come here to report work to him.
Only by staying near Ji Wei could Mo Qian feel reassured.
That day, Chen Ke arrived at the hospital.
Seeing Mo Qian sitting on the sofa, meticulously handling documents, Chen Ke walked over, glanced at the slightly ajar hospital room door, and softly reported, "Mr. Gu, we found the driver who hit Madam."
Mo Qian abruptly raised his head at the news and asked in a low voice, "Where is he?"
"Our people have detained him in an old apartment building in the eastern district."
"Good. I’ll go there myself."
The person who dared to hit Ji Wei—Mo Qian would personally deal with them!
However, Mo Qian didn’t leave right away. He waited until Aunt Zhu arrived, instructed her to carefully stay by Ji Wei’s side, and then left with Chen Ke.
Inside the old apartment building in the eastern district.
The door creaked open, and Mo Qian appeared with a face full of darkness. Even in summer, the icy aura around him made others shudder.
A man, beaten and lying on the ground, struggled to raise his eyes, only to see a pair of polished black leather shoes. A voice without warmth echoed above him, like the voice of an avenger from hell: "Speak. Who ordered you to hit her?"
"I—I’m just a low-level thug near the airport... Someone gave me two hundred thousand to drive into her... That person wore a mask and sunglasses. I honestly don’t know who it was..." The man trembled in fear, stammering as he spoke.
"Don’t know? Are you sure?" Mo Qian murmured coldly.
The money—two hundred thousand—was surely not paid in cash. There had to be a bank transfer record. This man was stubbornly refusing to talk.
As soon as his voice dropped, Mo Qian lifted his foot and forcefully stepped on the man’s hand, grinding it hard against the floor. His tone, now icy, rang out again: "So, are you going to talk, or not?"
