"Old Mo, hit me or scold me however you want! It’s my fault for failing to protect her. I’m sorry!" Xi Nanfeng lowered his head in deep self-blame.
"Don’t blame Brother Nanfeng! It was Sister Wei who willingly sacrificed herself to protect me and let those people take her away." Qin Sixue, who had been hiding upstairs in her room, rushed downstairs upon hearing the commotion.
She stepped in front of the group, defending Xi Nanfeng.
"I’m a man, and I failed to protect the women. I’ve also let down Old Mo’s trust!" Xi Nanfeng said solemnly.
Gu Moqian ignored his apologies, abruptly let go, and turned away to leave. His steps lacked the usual composure, appearing frantic and disorderly.
"Old Mo, it’s a trap. You can’t rush into it ." Ye Cheng quickly stepped forward, raising a hand to stop him.
"Ji Wei is in danger." Gu Moqian’s expression was icy as he flung his hand free from Ye Cheng’s grip.
Ye Cheng’s pupils contracted slightly, pressing his thin lips together without further persuasion.
He knew all too well how deeply Gu Moqian cared for Ji Wei.
Zimei suddenly interjected, "Mr. Gu, you can borrow my men first." Dealing with Yamamoto Yu was not something that could be done single-handedly.
Gu Moqian was just about to respond when his phone suddenly chimed with a text message.
Only Ye Cheng and a few others knew his phone number, so who could be messaging him?
Gu Moqian hesitated briefly before taking out his phone.
Ji Wei: Moqian, don’t worry. I’m temporarily safe. Yamamoto Yu doesn’t intend to harm me; he just wants to keep me here to bait you into falling for his trap. I have a plan now, and I can even bring Ji Chuyang into it...
Gu Moqian read the text several times over, the tension in his face beginning to ease. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveIꜰire.net
He quickly replied: Alright, I’ll start making arrangements now and cooperate with your plan.
He summarized the contents of Ji Wei’s message to the group, which left everyone both shocked and relieved. Gu Moqian scanned everyone in the room and said in a grave tone, "This place is no longer safe. We need to evacuate immediately."
Ji Wei was still in the same room as last time.
After getting Gu Moqian’s reply, she felt as though she’d swallowed a calming pill, her mood much steadier.
She calmly took a shower, dried her hair, and then sat at the bedside, picking up a book to read unenthusiastically, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the sliding lattice door.
The door cast a shadow that revealed the presence of one of Yamamoto Yu’s men.
She knew that every move she made here would be reported to Yamamoto Yu by the people monitoring her.
After reading the book for about half an hour, Ji Wei began yawning. "I’m so tired. Time to sleep." She muttered to herself deliberately loud enough for the people outside to hear.
Soon after, she turned off the bedside lamp.
The room fell into complete darkness, yet Ji Wei’s eyes remained wide open, showing no sign of sleepiness.
When the shadow outside the door finally moved away, she slowly sat up in bed and quietly dressed and slipped on her shoes.
Meanwhile, Ji Chuyang was loudly moaning in pain, clutching his stomach.
"Someone get in here and take me to the hospital! My stomach hurts so bad—it’s killing me! I must’ve eaten something wrong!" Ji Chuyang cried out in agony, hunched over on the bed with his face twisted in pain.
Two men in black stood motionless in the center of the room, their hands clasped behind their backs, their expressions indifferent as they watched him, completely unresponsive.
Ji Chuyang had tried similar tricks to escape before, and this time, they were determined not to be fooled.
"It hurts, it hurts so much... Am I going to die?"
Ji Chuyang continued wailing, his body suddenly convulsing as foam started spilling from his mouth. He collapsed onto the bedchead, motionless.
The two men in black finally noticed that something was wrong and rushed over to slap his face. Ji Chuyang’s face was colorless, utterly lifeless.
One of the men in black quickly spotted a glass on the bedside table with some powder residue around the rim.
He picked up a bit of the powder for a sniff, his expression instantly shifting.