Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 730: Are You Trying to Annoy Me on Purpose?

"It’s okay," Jin Qichuan said gently.

He understood the situation and didn’t want to make Ji Wei feel awkward.

Jin Qichuan’s figure quickly disappeared beyond the living room door.

Gu Moqian stood there emanating coldness, staring intently at the departing figure of Jin Qichuan. His rage did not subside in the slightest.

Ji Wei pacified An An, then handed him over to the nanny.

She slowly crouched down, intending to tidy up the scattered blocks on the floor, but suddenly her wrist was yanked by Gu Moqian. He pulled with such force that a slight pain shot through her wrist, forcing Ji Wei to lift her gaze toward him.

"You don’t need to do things like this."

Gu Moqian said coldly, then dragged her toward the study.

Aunt Zhu and Xiao Xi exchanged glances in the living room but dared not say anything.

Ji Wei’s injuries made Gu Moqian temper his steps, matching her pace as they walked slowly.

Yet within the next moment, his gaze suddenly landed on the pink roses in the vase nearby.

There was no way a bouquet of roses would randomly appear in the house. The only logical explanation was that they had been brought in by Jin Qichuan.

As Gu Moqian paused, staring at the roses in the vase with a tense, stormy expression, as though ready to devour someone, Aunt Zhu suddenly realized something and quickly stepped forward to explain. "Mr. Gu, you’ve misunderstood—these roses were taken by me from Mr. Jin. Madam didn’t accept them."

Gu Moqian scoffed coldly and cast a glance back at Ji Wei.

From his point of view, Aunt Zhu’s explanation was nothing more than an attempt to absolve Ji Wei.

Ji Wei, who had done nothing unworthy of her conscience, met his gaze calmly and unperturbed.

Her reaction made Gu Moqian’s face darken even further.

Was she so disdainful that she wouldn’t even bother to explain herself directly?

Gu Moqian gritted his teeth tightly, suppressing the fury on the verge of eruption. After a brief silence, he dragged Ji Wei briskly into the study.

Ji Wei heard the sound of the door locking behind her. She turned back to see Gu Moqian leaning against the door, staring at her grimly.

"You know full well I can’t stand Jin Qichuan—why let him in?" Gu Moqian questioned, restraining his anger.

Ji Wei made an effort to keep herself composed. Admittedly, she’d acted a bit on impulse this time. Slightly curling her fingers, she looked at the man before her and said, "It won’t happen again."

"Ji Wei, we are not divorced—you are still my wife, Ji Wei. I don’t want to see you interacting with other men, and I especially don’t want you allowing other men into this house!"

Gu Moqian said sternly, his face dark with anger.

Ji Wei couldn’t help but frown, feeling his words overly domineering. She retorted, "I’m just friends with Mr. Jin. Can’t I even have the right to invite a friend over to my house?"

"Your friend? You know exactly what kind of feelings he harbors for you, yet you brought him into this house—that in itself is a huge mistake. He’s close to An An, playing happily with him. Isn’t it obvious he’s trying to use this to deepen your impression of him? Or is it that you’re fully aware of this and still did it, just to spite me intentionally?"

What infuriated Gu Moqian the most was how much An An liked Jin Qichuan.

Seeing the furious expression on the man before her, Ji Wei didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Why would I try to spite you? We’re about to get divorced—what purpose would something like this serve?"

Gu Moqian’s eyes swirled with a storm; he fixed his gaze on her and said, with deliberate emphasis, "Forget it. I will not agree to a divorce."