"What are you sticking around here for?" Gu Zhizhou turned back and asked in a low voice.
Nan Huiru met his gaze and replied confidently, "I want to stay and take care of my son."
"Mo Qian is already grown up. When it’s time to let go, you should let go and live your own carefree life, can’t you?"
Gu Zhizhou seemed a little exasperated. "What exactly do you dislike about Ji Wei? I think she’s reasonable and quite compatible with Mo Qian."
Nan Huiru snorted. "You seem to have quite the liking for her. Is it because she resembles that wretch a bit? Fallen for her already, haven’t you?"
"Nan Huiru! What nonsense are you saying!"
Gu Zhizhou’s customary gentleness vanished, replaced by stern severity.
Nan Huiru saw her husband’s furious expression, realizing she’d said the wrong thing. Alarmed, she abruptly shut her mouth.
It took a long moment before Gu Zhizhou finally regained his composure. "Tomorrow, you must leave with me. This is not up for discussion."
His tone left no room for argument.
Nan Huiru’s face turned red, but she dared not object.
After their spat, neither spoke another word as they walked away in silence.
The small path regained its quiet, and Ji Wei’s tense heart finally settled down. She was just about to step out from behind the tree when the man in front of her didn’t move.
"Mo Qian." She tilted her head up and called out.
Gu Moqian heard her voice and lowered his gaze to look at her.
Gu Moqian didn’t step aside. Instead, he buried his head into Ji Wei’s neck and spoke hoarsely, "I don’t want to let you go."
"But it’s not safe here," Ji Wei reminded him.
Who knows if someone might pass by later? They couldn’t just keep hiding here forever.
Even that single syllable from the man sounded incredibly seductive.
Ji Wei stifled the fluttering in her heart, waiting for him to continue, but Gu Moqian said nothing more.
She was about to speak again when she suddenly felt a wet, slippery sensation on her neck, sending shivers through her body.
The tremor spread all the way to her toes, and the sensitivity nearly overwhelmed Ji Wei’s composure.
Gu Moqian’s tongue was meticulously savoring the taste of her skin.
Ji Wei couldn’t hold back a soft moan. As soon as the sound escaped, she realized her mistake and hastily clamped her mouth shut.
Gu Moqian’s kisses traced their way from her neck to her earlobe, igniting sensations like electric currents that nearly made Ji Wei abandon her principles, utterly willing to be teased by him until the pinnacle of pleasure.
The man’s heavy breathing was especially distinct in the quiet night. Ji Wei managed to regain some semblance of rationality and panted softly, "We really can’t do this here, Mo Qian."
After a long while, the man finally nodded. "Then I’ll let you go for now."
Ji Wei wanted to roll her eyes.
What does ’let you go for now’ even mean?
Gu Moqian was a restrained and measured man, but when he was with Ji Wei, he always lost control.
Suppressing the blaze burning in him, he withdrew from her.
He took her hand and returned to the pathway.
As they walked forward against the night wind, Ji Wei suddenly remembered something. She asked, "Earlier your mom mentioned someone who looks like me. Have you ever met that person?"
"No," Gu Moqian replied flatly, but something flickered briefly in his dark eyes.
Ji Wei didn’t dwell on it.
There are many people in the world who look alike—perhaps it’s just a coincidence.
Back at the villa, Ji Wei went straight upstairs to shower, while Gu Moqian was summoned to the study by Gu Zhizhou.
"When are you and Ji Wei planning to hold the wedding? Since you’ve already gotten the marriage certificate, it’s time to give the girl a grand ceremony."
Gu Zhizhou sat behind the desk and asked calmly.