Ji Wei’s voice was low but carried an undeniable authority, "I think you should know my identity. Do you really think Mr. Gu’s wife is someone you can strike? Take your filthy hand away!"
The man in black froze mid-air, his hand stiffly stuck and unable to move toward Ji Wei’s face.
Of course, he knew who Gu Moqian was. Even Yamamoto Yu had to remain polite on the surface—how could his subordinates dare to offend him?
Humiliated, the man in black lashed out in anger, slapping another man in black nearby to vent his frustration.
The slapped man was dumbfounded, clutching half of his face and looking pitifully at him.
The leader of the men in black cursed in Japanese, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and get her into the car already!"
The two men in black dared not breathe heavily as they restrained Ji Wei and shoved her into the car.
To prevent Ji Wei from escaping, they tied her hands behind her back with rope and sealed her mouth with a strip of black tape.
Throughout the process, Ji Wei remained unusually composed, neither crying nor resisting, her face solemn as she stared straight ahead.
In contrast, the two men in black beside her were trembling with fear, frightened that she might cause some unexpected trouble.
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Before getting out of the car, the men in black tore off the ropes and tape restraining Ji Wei.
Ji Wei was escorted into the villa.
The sprawling dining hall housed a long table laden with an assortment of traditional Japanese breakfasts. Yamamoto Yu, dressed in velvet pajamas, sat alone at the table, ready to eat.
Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, he noticed the men in black walking in. They lowered their heads respectfully and reported, "Mr. Yamamoto, we’ve brought her."
After speaking, the leader motioned to his subordinates standing at the dining hall’s door to bring Ji Wei forward.
Yamamoto Yu was deeply curious about what kind of person Gu Moqian’s wife was. He put down his chopsticks and looked over. When his gaze landed on Ji Wei’s beautiful face, his expression froze.
Could it be... that similar?
Was his eyesight playing tricks on him?
Yamamoto Yu couldn’t help but rise from his seat, stepping toward Ji Wei one deliberate step at a time.
Ji Wei felt bewildered under the surprised gaze of Yamamoto Yu.
What’s with this Yamamoto Yu staring at her like that? Was he some kind of creepy old pervert?
Noticing Yamamoto Yu’s eagerness to move closer to Ji Wei, the leader of the men in black immediately chimed in, "Mr. Yamamoto, please be careful. This woman is cunning; she..."
Before he could finish, Yamamoto Yu suddenly shot a remarkably cold and piercing glare, silencing the man in black instantly.
As Yamamoto Yu approached Ji Wei, he began examining her carefully once more.
The woman had an incredibly beautiful face, her eyes sharp and expressive. There was a faint resemblance to someone else, while her big eyes and prominent nose seemed to resemble someone entirely different.
Ji Wei felt displeased at Yamamoto Yu’s brazen scrutiny. She furrowed her brow and said in English, "Mr. Yamamoto, aren’t you aware that I’m Mo Qian’s wife? Your unrestrained staring is making me feel like you have some kind of ulterior motive."
Yamamoto Yu hadn’t expected Ji Wei to speak to him so boldly and was momentarily taken aback.
This woman’s appearance overlapped with the memory of that similarly beautiful face—blood ties, perhaps? Even her personality was so strikingly similar.
After a brief pause, Yamamoto Yu laughed—a deep, robust sound—and then responded in fluent Chinese, "Hahaha, Gu Moqian has truly made no mistake in choosing you. I kind of personality! Do you know? You’re the second person to dare to speak to me ."