Although he said that, Ji Wei’s heart was still racing.
She wanted to get up from him, but before she could, she was suddenly scooped up into his arms.
Mo Qian gazed at her gently and placed her on the bed.
Soon after, the lamp by the bed was turned off.
In the darkness, Ji Wei saw Mo Qian’s tall frame lying down beside her. Her heart was pounding wildly, and she nervously scooted away a little.
Even in the dark, Mo Qian noticed her subtle movement. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he extended his arm, pulling her whole body into his embrace.
His strong and powerful arms kept her securely wrapped; Ji Wei had no way of breaking free.
Mo Qian held her petite hand and said in a deep voice next to her ear, "Sleep now, good night."
With him holding her , how could she possibly fall asleep right away?
Ji Wei’s body remained tense, her head resting against his chest, her entire self nestled in his protective arms, while her small hand was still held tightly by him without release.
Ji Wei realized that she was starting to develop a craving for the comfort of such an embrace.
She quietly listened to the steady and strong beating of his heart, and slowly, her own heart began to relax.
Gradually, she felt her eyelids grow heavier and eventually drifted into sleep.
London, UK, by the Thames River.
A middle-aged woman, elegantly dressed, was leisurely savoring her English coffee.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
The woman glanced at the caller’s name, her expression subtly shifting. She set down her coffee cup, quickly picked up the phone, and answered the call.
"What did you say?" The woman’s tone rose slightly. "Mo Qian went to the Ji Family and hasn’t come back yet?"
At this hour, it’s the middle of the night back home. If that’s the case, Mo Qian clearly intends to spend the night at the Ji Family.
What’s going on here? Why has Mo Qian’s relationship with that Miss Ji suddenly grown so close?
She had originally assumed that Miss Ji would resist this arranged marriage to the end, which is why she hadn’t intervened. But now, it seems she cannot afford to sit idly by any longer.
"Alright, I understand. Keep watching them closely. If anything happens between Mo Qian and that woman, notify me immediately."
After hanging up the call, the woman quickly dialed another number.
"Jianian, it’s good that you’ve returned. That woman’s attitude has changed suddenly, and I’m worried Mo Qian may be bewitched by her. You know what needs to be done..."
Early the next morning.
When Ji Wei opened her eyes, she found Mo Qian standing by the bed, getting dressed.
He moved with elegant ease, expertly buttoning his shirt and adjusting his collar, his long fingers deftly fastening each button with refined poise. Every gesture spoke of noble perfection.
A man looking so striking this early in the day—Ji Wei hugged the quilt tightly, gazing at him with a satisfied expression.
Noticing the gaze from behind him, Mo Qian suddenly turned to look at her. A faint smile curved his lips as he casually asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Recalling how she had spent the entire night in his arms, Ji Wei’s cheeks began to flush with heat.
Mo Qian walked over to her, leaning down slightly to gaze at her and asked with a chuckle, "Want to go downstairs together for breakfast?"
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting its golden glow upon Mo Qian. His exquisite features bathed in light, creating an ethereal aura that accentuated his refinement and charm.
The first sight she woke up to was Mo Qian, who hadn’t gone down first but instead waited for her to rise.
Though they were not yet married, mornings felt like the sweetness of a honeymoon—a couple deeply in love even in small daily moments, with the delicate fragrance of happiness filling the air.
Everything seemed so beautiful, like a waking dream. Ji Wei paused for a moment before answering, "Alright."