Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 717: You’re Not Dead!

"Alright, do you feel a bit more comfortable now?" Mo Qian put down the lip balm and looked at her as he asked.

The man’s eyes were deep, with a hidden trace of amusement.

Ji Wei realized she was staring at him and quickly averted her gaze in embarrassment, saying, "I’m tired and want to rest."

"Alright, then sleep." With those words, Mo Qian suddenly leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips where the balm was applied.

Ji Wei trembled all over from the kiss, her eyes flickering with a flustered expression. Flushing red, she stared at him and said angrily, "Mo Qian, we’re about to get divorced, don’t do this."

The moment he heard the word "divorce," Mo Qian’s expression darkened, and the smile vanished from his eyes.

He said solemnly, "I won’t divorce you."

"The divorce papers are at home; once I go back, I’ll sign them and hand them to you in person, so your personal lawyer doesn’t have to make another trip," she said faintly.

"I know you’re just saying that out of anger," Mo Qian said in a low voice.

Ji Wei shook her head slowly.

"No, I’m not. I’ve thought about it carefully over the past few days. Maybe you have your reasons, but you’ve definitely entertained the idea of divorce, haven’t you? You don’t fully trust me; you think I’m not someone who can share the ups and downs of life with you. If that’s the case, then let’s end it."

Mo Qian abruptly grasped her hand under the covers, holding it tightly. "Weiwei, I admit I made mistakes. But it’s not what you think. You hold an irreplaceable place in my heart."

Ji Wei looked into his eyes. She wasn’t entirely unaffected, but...

"Back then, it was you who wanted to leave. Now, it’s you saying you don’t want to. I feel utterly useless, like I’m being toyed with. It’s quite laughable."

Ji Wei suddenly smiled, but the smile was heartbreakingly bitter.

This was what she cared about most.

What was her worth in his heart? If future circumstances forced him again, he would still leave her, wouldn’t he?

Mo Qian silently looked at her, a flicker of pain passing through his eyes.

He had indeed hurt her deeply.

If she wanted to leave him, he couldn’t blame her.

The hospital room fell into quiet again. Mo Qian pressed his lips together, and after a long moment, he finally spoke with difficulty: "Alright, if you’ve truly made up your mind about getting a divorce, I’ll agree."

Ji Wei looked at him with some astonishment.

She had thought that no matter what, Mo Qian would refuse. Unexpectedly!

"However—" Mo Qian immediately continued, "After the divorce, we’ll still live together and co-parent our child. I’ll treat the divorce as a new beginning, a chance to win you over again."

Ji Wei suddenly found herself unable to respond.

"If you don’t agree to my terms, I won’t sign the divorce papers," Mo Qian concluded firmly.

Divorced, yet still living together...

"I..."

Ji Wei opened her mouth to say something, but Mo Qian interrupted her, "Rest well. I’ll be right outside keeping watch."

Mo Qian’s gaze softened as he reached out to gently tousle Ji Wei’s soft hair, then turned and left.

The man’s silhouette disappeared beyond the door of the hospital room, yet Ji Wei’s mind was still in shock.

He said he wanted to win her over again.

But after the divorce, their relationship would fundamentally change. Would she still be willing to return to his side?

...

A week later, Ji Wei was taken back to Shanshui Manor to recover.

A new nanny had been hired for the villa—a young woman named Xiao Xi. So Ji Wei decided to bring An An back from the Ji Family.

When An An was leaving, Old Madam Ji held him again and again, unable to let go.

Ultimately, Aunt Zhu instructed Xiao Xi to carry An An to the car.

"Madam, if you ever miss little master, just give us a call. I’ll be sure to bring him by to see you," Aunt Zhu said.

"It’s alright. An An hasn’t spent much time with his parents lately; he must miss them..." Old Madam Ji watched as An An’s plump little face peeked through the car window, waved tearfully, and held back her tears.

"Alright then, Madam, please take care," Aunt Zhu said before climbing into the car.

Old Madam Ji stood where she was, waving nonstop until the car was far away. Only then did she turn to leave.

But the moment she took a step, someone suddenly called out behind her, "Grandmother."

Old Madam Ji turned back in shock. Seeing the woman before her dressed in an elegant British-style dress and wearing a small hat, her face went deathly pale.

She caught her breath and spoke in utter disbelief, "Shanshan... Is it you? You’re not dead!"

Ji Shanshan smiled faintly, walked forward, and supported Old Madam Ji’s arm. "Yes, Grandmother, I’m back."