Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 917: Exhausted? Shameless!
At night, the two of them lay side by side on the small companion bed in the hospital room.
The room was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. They shared a blanket, and because the bed was narrow, Ji Wei was held tightly in Mo Qian’s arms.
She was so attracted to the warmth of the man’s embrace, hugging his strong waist tightly, her face pressed against his burning chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.
"Mo Qian, mom might still be upset about me helping Zhao Wanfang. She seemed really angry when she left. I’m worried she’ll always have a chip on her shoulder and her attitude towards me will revert to how it used to be."
Ji Wei expressed her concerns.
"I’ll find some time to talk to her, don’t worry too much." The man gently comforted her, holding her even closer.
"Today Zhao Wanqing told me she’s staying at the Gu Family to repay Chairman Gu’s kindness, it’s entirely not what we suspected."
"Dad also mentioned this, but mom doesn’t believe it, thinking it’s a fabricated excuse."
"..."
Nan Huiru’s personality is indeed stubborn in some aspects. Once she is convinced of something, she won’t believe otherwise unless she sees it herself. When Nan Huiru excessively trusted Zhu Jianian and made things difficult for her daughter-in-law, it was the same story.
"Mo Qian...what are you doing?"
Ji Wei suddenly felt the hem of her nightgown being lifted, and a warm hand was placed on her stomach, causing her to cry out in surprise.
"Does it hurt here?" Mo Qian asked in a deep voice, his palm gently rubbing her abdomen.
Ji Wei raised her head in surprise from his embrace: "You know I would feel pain?"
"Most women have some menstrual troubles," Mo Qian replied casually.
Ji Wei shook her head, initially thinking he remembered something, but it seemed she was overthinking.
"No, I’m considered quite lucky among women. I rarely get bothered by menstrual pain, just occasionally a slight ache."
"Hmm."
The man responded, but his hand didn’t move from her abdomen. The warmth of his palm there was very comfortable.
The snow in the London night gradually thickened, the temperature dropped sharply. If she weren’t cuddled up with Mo Qian for warmth, Ji Wei estimated she would be shivering from the cold.
The hospital room was extremely quiet, and she quickly fell asleep embracing him.
However, Mo Qian wasn’t able to fall asleep easily, holding the warm and soft woman without being able to do anything, he once again felt the unbearable torment.
The long night was indeed torturous.
The London morning was a vast expanse of white snow outside, and suddenly the hospital room door was pushed open.
Nan Huiru stood at the doorway in her thick mink coat, she first glanced at the hospital bed, then her sharp gaze moved to the small bed on the other side.
Seeing the indistinct outline of the two embraced under the blanket, her brow furrowed deeply, and a surge of unexplained anger rose in her heart.
So indiscreet!
In a public place like the hospital, sleeping while holding each other, what kind of behavior is this!
Nan Huiru tightly clenched her hands in her palms, stepping heavily toward the small bed, she said sternly with a cold face: "Aren’t you planning to get up? The doctor will come for rounds soon, how would it look then!"
Mo Qian opened his eyes first upon hearing the voice, a trace of displeasure flashed in his deep eyes, then he silently threw off the blanket and got out of bed, grabbing the clothes next to him to put on.
"Ji Wei was exhausted yesterday, let her sleep a bit more." He glanced at the still sleeping woman, speaking in a tone that left no room for objection.
Exhausted?
Shameless!
Nan Huiru completely misunderstood Mo Qian’s words, assuming Ji Wei was too indiscreet doing that thing last night, exhausted to the point of not being able to get out of bed.
She glared at the woman still soundly asleep on the bed, snorted coldly from her nose, and walked away brimming with anger.
