Ji Wei couldn’t help but chuckle. Before Gu Moqian could toss the bouquet into the trash can, she quickly took it and placed it into the nearby vase.
Gu Moqian fixed his gaze on Ji Wei as she arranged the flowers, then suddenly turned to Xi Nanfeng and began to demand answers: "Old Xi, last night I asked you to protect the person, but you chose to ditch us instead. Don’t you think we should settle this account?"
Upon hearing this, Xi Nanfeng instinctively recoiled, hurriedly pushing Ye Cheng forward as a shield: "Old Ye has something to discuss with you. You two talk first; I’ll take a quick stroll downstairs!"
Before finishing his sentence, in a blink, Xi Nanfeng had bolted out the door.
When it came to fleeing, Second Young Master Xi rivaled professional sprinters.
Ji Wei noticed Ye Cheng hadn’t spoken immediately and suspected what they were about to discuss was something she shouldn’t overhear. So she smiled and said, "I’ll go call Duoduo. I wonder if she’s sobered up yet; she was so drunk last night."
Ye Cheng’s expression froze for a split second, almost imperceptibly.
After Ji Wei left, Ye Cheng spoke solemnly, "The assassin from the cruise last night likely fled back to Japan."
"Yes, Chen Ke already reported it to me." Gu Moqian nodded, his tall and commanding frame standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. His deep black eyes stared thoughtfully into the distance outside. "Old Master Ji is indeed cunning. He hired a Japanese hitman specifically to ensure we couldn’t catch him easily."
"I heard that ever since Ji Chuyang’s accident, Old Master Ji has been bedridden. Looks like he’s been feigning it all along to lower our guard." Ye Cheng took a cigarette and lighter out of the pocket of his tailored pants and gestured toward Gu Moqian, "Mind if I smoke?"
Gu Moqian shook his head.
Ye Cheng lit the cigarette and brought it to his lips. "Actually, dealing with the Ji Family is relatively straightforward. What’s troublesome is Ji Chuyang, the one who slipped through the cracks. He’s in Japan, out of reach. If we want to act against him, it’s going to take considerable effort."
"Which is why there can’t be any more delays. Next week, I must go to Tokyo." Gu Moqian’s tone was resolute. The lingering danger posed by Ji Chuyang was unacceptable.
He absolutely couldn’t allow another incident like the one on the cruise.
By the hallway window.
Ji Wei gripped her phone in shock, repeating, "Duoduo, say that again—you spent the night at Ye Cheng’s place last night? Did something happen between you two...?"
Before Ji Wei could finish her sentence, Xia Duoduo burst out interrupting, "No, no! You’re overthinking it... I don’t even know how it happened. After I got drunk, I just kept trying to take over someone else’s bed. I think I caused quite a ruckus last night. All I vaguely remember is clutching onto the blanket on Ye Cheng’s bed and refusing to let go. After that... I can’t recall much—my head is still pounding."
"So where are you now?"
"At the company, of course. My strict agent insisted I come in for artist training, even though he knew I’d been hungover from last night." Xia Duoduo grumbled on the other end of the call.
"Make sure to drink plenty of honey lemon water; it’ll help with the hangover." Ji Wei reminded gently.
"Hmm, got it." Xia Duoduo replied, "Oh, by the way, I saw the news this morning—it said there was a hitman attack on the cruise after we left last night! Are you and Mr. Gu okay?"
"We’re fine. We managed to escape beforehand." Ji Wei didn’t want Xia Duoduo to worry, so she didn’t share the harrowing details of the previous night.
The two continued chatting for a bit, until Xia Duoduo’s voice suddenly hushed. Clearly, she was trying to lower her tone deliberately, "I can’t talk anymore—the old witch who teaches posture training is coming my way. I’m hanging up now."
After ending the call, Ji Wei started heading back.
She assumed Ye Cheng and Gu Moqian’s conversation would have finished by now. But just as her hand touched the door handle, faint traces of their dialogue drifted to her ears.
"The trip to Japan is dangerously risky. The Ji Family seems to be throwing everything they’ve got to fight us head-on. We must ensure there’s no room for error."
"I’m fully prepared." Gu Moqian’s voice was calm and unwavering.
Ji Wei’s hand, poised to push the door open, froze instantly.