Although the two have always had a marriage arrangement, because Miss Ji fiercely opposed the union, all these years they not only avoided appearing together in public, but the chances of them being at the same location were incredibly slim.
Media reporters waiting on the sidelines seemed to have sensed some explosive scoop. One by one, they snapped back from their shock and swarmed forward.
However, before they could surround the pair, bodyguards who had been prepared ahead of time blocked them outside the security perimeter.
Ji Wei wore the light blue gown she had previously purchased. The tear in the back had been redesigned overnight, with a light blue chiffon bow added to cover the damaged area. Not only did it conceal the flaw, but it also brought a playful charm to the gown’s elegant and refined look.
The dress appeared as if it was tailor-made for Ji Wei, complementing her radiant beauty, making her stunningly breathtaking.
In the past, Ji Wei would attend banquets with careless, mood-driven outfits. This time, she put real effort into her appearance, leaving the media completely stunned.
Indeed, a true socialite of Rongcheng—her natural beauty served as a strong foundation. A little effort was all it took for her to shine like a celestial being. Especially standing next to Gu Moqian, whose every gesture exuded the noble composure of a man in power, the two could only be described with eight words:
A perfect match, made in heaven.
Countless flashes from cameras flooded toward them, yet Ji Wei remained calm and unhurried, each step and smile measured perfectly, embodying the grace and allure of a true socialite.
The reporters were blocked outside the security line, forced to stretch their arms with microphones pointed toward the pair.
"Miss Ji, didn’t you always strongly oppose the marriage arrangement with Mr. Gu? Does your appearance together tonight mean you’ve finally chosen to compromise and abandon resistance?"
"Mr. Gu, Miss Ji was once notorious for her scandals—rumors of clubbing, drug use, and even wrist-slashing to force you to break off the engagement. Does none of this bother you at all?"
Ji Wei couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this question.
Who came up with these false claims? She had only occasionally visited bars to hang out with friends, but how had it spiraled into such outrageous rumors?
Clearly, she didn’t need to think hard to figure out who might be behind these fabrications.
With Ji Shanshan’s life currently uncertain, she didn’t bother to address these matters.
As for the wrist-slashing—that had only been a desperate measure when Ji Chuyang cornered her that night. The outside world had wildly speculated, and she had never bothered to explain.
Gu Moqian cast a casual glance at the reporter who had posed the question. Instantly, the reporter felt a wave of icy pressure sweep over him, causing his whole body to shudder and his face to turn pale as he quickly shut his mouth.
Ji Wei, holding onto Gu Moqian’s arm, leaned slightly against him and flashed a brilliant smile at the previous reporter. "I’ve indeed made many mistakes in the past, but Mo Qian has been forgiving of me. Now, I’ve changed, and I hope the media will stop dwelling on outdated matters."
Gu Moqian lowered his gaze to the woman beside him, whose cheeks were slightly flushed—her first display of intimate companionship with him in front of so many reporters moved him deeply. His heart softened as he reached out to cover her delicate hand with his, clasping it tightly.
Then, he lifted his gaze toward the cluster of reporters, his voice calm yet full of authority, every word striking heavily in their hearts: "Ji Wei is now my wife. Any insult against her is an attack on me. Understood?"
The two of them... are married!
Everyone at the scene was so shocked their jaws practically dropped to the floor, staring blankly at the couple in front of them, as flawless and radiant as if they were carved from the same mold.