Ji Wei answered honestly, "Mm, I can’t bear to let you go."
As she spoke, she tightened her grip around his strong waist, resting her head against his broad chest, holding him closely.
"Seeing you makes it hard for me to leave you here alone," Gu Moqian said, looking down at the woman in his arms.
Ji Wei’s eyes lit up at his words and she looked up excitedly. "If it’s so hard for you, then take me with you. I’ve always wanted to visit Japan anyway. I heard autumn at Mount Fuji is breathtaking..."
Gu Moqian pressed his thin lips together, falling into a brief silence for a few seconds.
If it were any other business trip, he would have agreed without hesitation. But this time was different.
He might have to confront Ji Chuyang directly, and on top of that, there were ties to the Japanese underworld. He would never allow her to risk such dangers alongside him.
"I was just joking earlier. There’s still a lot of work waiting for me at the project office. Where would I find the time to go to Japan with you?" Ji Wei said with a laugh when she noticed the serious hint in his expression.
His deep eyes darkened slightly as he held her close, his voice hoarse. "This trip is too rushed. But I promise, I’ll take you to see Mount Fuji next time."
"Okay." Ji Wei didn’t dwell on the matter.
However, Gu Moqian’s gaze on her softened, darkening slightly before he suddenly asked, "Your period ended today, didn’t it?"
Ji Wei replied absentmindedly, then suddenly realized something as the words left her mouth. She abruptly pushed herself out of Gu Moqian’s embrace.
Before the man could react and pull her back into his arms, Ji Wei snatched the nearby blanket and wrapped herself tightly from head to toe.
"I ate spicy chicken feet during dinner, and I didn’t wash my hands properly!" It was clear that the incident from that day left a deep psychological mark on her.
Gu Moqian hadn’t expected Ji Wei to say such a thing. His refined brows failed to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
"What’s so funny?" Ji Wei asked with a flushed face.
To Gu Moqian, the woman before him was unbearably adorable.
Without warning, he reached over and scooped her up, blanket and all, into his embrace.
Ji Wei squirmed awkwardly. "Moqian, it’s late. Let’s just sleep, okay?"
"Call me ’husband’," the man demanded softly, his lowered gaze locking onto her crimson cheeks as his arms tightened around her.
Ji Wei bit her lip, then whispered, "Husband..."
Satisfied, Gu Moqian’s lips curved upward. He suddenly leaned close to her lips, his voice deep and teasing. "Tonight, let me make you feel good. As for your hands, save them for when I come back."
She wanted to glare at him, but he moved too swiftly, capturing her soft, rosy lips with his own.
Her earlier resistance dissolved completely under the intensity of his fervent kiss when she thought about their impending separation.
They kissed passionately, unable to hold back or let go.
The blanket around Ji Wei slipped off under his touch, and soon, his warm, broad hands removed her clothing as well.
With nothing left to obstruct him, the man shamelessly left deep and shallow marks all over her body.
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast their entangled shadows on the wall, their silhouettes tightly intertwined, lost in one another as they indulged recklessly on the night before their separation.
Sweat glistened on Gu Moqian’s strong, sensual back as Ji Wei clung tightly to him, leaving clear red scratch marks in her ecstasy.
Even when she eventually fell into an exhausted slumber, Ji Wei still held onto him, unwilling to let go.
Gu Moqian’s flight was at four in the afternoon, so the two of them left home together early in the morning.
That afternoon, just as Ji Wei returned from an inspection at the construction site, she received a call from a servant of the Ji Family.
"Miss Ji, something terrible has happened! The old madam tripped while coming downstairs. She’s still unconscious and has been sent to the hospital..."