Just as Ji Wei was feeling disoriented, Mo Qian suddenly turned away, and shortly after, returned with a bottle of mineral water, handing it to her: "Rinse your mouth, it will feel better."
Ji Wei hurriedly followed his suggestion.
After drinking half a bottle of water, the burning sensation in her throat finally subsided a bit.
Mo Qian refilled her wine glass with red wine, then looked at her and raised his own glass, clinking it against hers.
The glass made a crisp, pleasant sound.
"Congratulations to Mrs. Gu on becoming the mistress of Shanshui Manor," Mo Qian said in his clear, gentle voice.
Ji Wei smiled with her lips pursed. Under the candlelight, her face was rosy and adorable.
She lifted the corners of her mouth, looking at the handsome and peerless man beside her: "But Mr. Gu, besides congratulating me, shouldn’t you also thank me?"
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for helping you successfully leave the single life," Ji Wei said with a justified tone.
Mo Qian suddenly leaned closer to her, his voice low and incredibly alluring: "Hmm, what kind of gratitude do you want? Physical or emotional?"
Ji Wei stared at his overly attractive face, dazed for a few seconds before finally blurting out three words: "I want both..."
Mo Qian smiled with the corners of his mouth lifted, raised his hand to pinch her upturned little nose: "What should I do with you, you greedy woman, I’ve just fallen into your hands."
Her heart pounded like a drum.
Once again, Ji Wei felt the impact of Mo Qian’s top-tier romantic words.
Every day, she was deeply charmed by Mo Qian.
The woman gazed at him, her clear eyes reflecting his smiling brows, causing Mo Qian’s heart to sway, his voice filled with tenderness: "Mrs. Gu, a toast."
Ji Wei absentmindedly brought the wine glass to her lips, but her eyes couldn’t leave the man for a moment.
Mo Qian was like the moon in the sky; no matter how many stars surrounded him, he was always the most dazzling, the most noticeable one.
Knowing Ji Wei was truly hungry, after finishing the wine, Mo Qian picked up the chopsticks to serve food for her.
Seeing the bowl in front of her quickly piled into a small mountain, Ji Wei couldn’t help but swallow.
If she finished this bowl, it might fill her up to the brim.
Seeing her staring at the food in the bowl without moving, Mo Qian suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked: "Do you know how to make these dishes taste the best?"
Ji Wei blinked, unable to think of any different way to eat these dishes.
"Dip them in some sauce?" she hesitantly suggested.
Mo Qian took the chopsticks from her hand, and amid her astonished gaze, picked up a piece of meat and brought it to her lips: "I’ll feed you, it tastes the best."
After eating heartily, Ji Wei, satisfied, stood up, patting her full stomach.
Seeing this, Mo Qian helped her to the sofa, "You rest for a while, I’ll clean up the dishes."
Ji Wei blurted out immediately.
By now, Aunt Zhang was surely asleep, waking her up to clean up wouldn’t be too good.
But having the dignified Mr. Gu clean dishes and wipe tables seemed like a waste to Ji Wei.
Yet in the end, she couldn’t go against Mo Qian, so she had to obediently lean on the sofa.
When Milk saw her alone, it dared to jump into her arms, meowing for comfort.
Milk always got thrown out of the room by Mo Qian, leaving it with a huge psychological shadow.
Ji Wei took a cushion, resting her chin on it, and absentmindedly watched the tall figure in the dining room.
Mo Qian had taken off his jacket, wearing only a clean white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, methodically tidying the chaotic table.
This man was decisive and cool in the business world, aloof and elegant, making people hesitant to approach. But once back in their home, he was full of the warmth of domestic life, never bothered about chores or cooking.
Marrying such a man truly was wonderful.
Ji Wei secretly smiled, lips pouting.
She gazed at Mo Qian without blinking, entranced, not even reacting to Milk meowing on her lap.
When Mo Qian finished tidying and walked out of the dining room, he found Ji Wei asleep on the sofa. Her lips still bore a faint smile, looking very content.
He watched her sleeping face tenderly, and only after a long while did he lovingly pick her up and carry her upstairs.