Ji Wei finished speaking and turned to leave.
Yamamoto Yu stared at the figure that bore a striking resemblance to the one in his memories and shook his head helplessly.
It seemed this girl had quite the stubborn streak; he truly had no way to deal with such a temperamental woman.
When Yamamoto Yu walked out, he saw Ji Wei sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating something.
"The grapes are so sweet. Bring me two more bunches."
Ji Wei pointed to the fruit plate that had only a few grapes left, speaking with her mouth full, her words muffled.
However, just from her gestures alone, the maid understood. Just as she was about to turn to fetch them, she saw Yamamoto Yu walking out with his cane.
"Miss..." The maid hesitated, unsure if she should go get the fruit.
Yamamoto Yu nodded, "Whatever she wants to eat, go ahead and get it."
The maid replied affirmatively and left.
Yamamoto Yu sat down nearby, watching the woman eat enthusiastically. He smiled, with a hint of helplessness, "Are you really planning to stay here long-term?"
"Yep. Since you won’t let me go, I have no choice but to hang around." Ji Wei, without hesitation, grabbed a few more grapes. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fire·net
After eating for a while, Ji Wei noticed Yamamoto Yu still sitting there. She suddenly extended a hand toward him, "Mr. Yamamoto, lend me your phone for a bit?"
Yamamoto Yu chuckled, "Planning to call Mr. Gu, aren’t you?"
Ji Wei nodded straightforwardly, "Of course. If he can’t find me, he’ll be worried."
Yamamoto Yu only smiled without taking any action. Ji Wei pouted, "Stingy!"
"Miss Ji is a clever woman; you should understand my difficulties."
Of course she understood — this old fox wasn’t going to let her contact Gu Moqian so easily. She had only said it casually earlier.
Ji Wei felt rather annoyed.
The fruit brought by the maid was devoured by her until nearly gone. Ji Wei let out a satisfied burp and stood up, "Hanging out with this old geezer is so boring. I’m going to find that jerk Ji Chuyang to blow off some steam!"
With that said, Ji Wei didn’t care whether Yamamoto Yu agreed or not. She turned and left.
The black-suited guards at the door wanted to follow her, but Yamamoto Yu stopped them with a shake of his head.
Ji Wei just wanted to create a fuss here to pressure him into releasing her.
She was just a woman; how could he possibly take her seriously? His reputation as a mafia boss wasn’t built on hollow boasts.
Since she’d been to Ji Chuyang’s place before, Ji Wei found it quite easily.
Perhaps under Yamamoto Yu’s orders, there were no black-suited men blocking her along the way, and she walked into the living room unobstructed.
As soon as she stepped inside, she heard a woman’s exaggerated moans coming from the bedroom.
In broad daylight, Ji Chuyang sure had plenty of stamina!
The bedroom door was kicked open by Ji Wei.
She saw clothes, including underwear, strewn haphazardly across the floor.
On the bed, two unclothed figures lay entwined together. The woman was lying there, crying out gleefully while the man was holding something and appeared to be repeatedly inserting it, sweating profusely and panting heavily.
The loud sound of the door being kicked startled the pair, who spun around in shock. When they saw a woman leaning casually against the doorframe boldly observing them, the woman gasped in fright and scrambled under the covers.
"M-Mr. Ji... Who is she?!" The woman, like a startled deer, pointed her bare arm at Ji Wei and shrieked.
When Ji Chuyang saw Ji Wei, his expression darkened instantly. He grabbed the blanket to cover his exposed parts while nervously hiding the object in his hand.
"Why is it you again!" he growled, his face full of frustration.
Ji Wei somehow produced a fruit knife, twirling it in her hand playfully. The corner of her lips curled with mockery as she stepped toward Ji Chuyang.
"W-What are you trying to do?" Ji Chuyang stammered, his face drained of color in fear.