When Ji Wei arrived at the project entrance, she saw the Maybach waiting there.
"Old Xu, when did you get here? Why didn’t you come in to call me?" Ji Wei asked hurriedly after getting in the car.
"I came at five-thirty. Miss Ling said you were busy, so I didn’t want to disturb you," Old Xu answered honestly.
So Gu Moqian thought she’d be home by six at the latest, but ended up waiting that long instead.
No wonder he was mad!
The Maybach sped down the nighttime road.
Since getting in the car, Ji Wei had been racking her brains, trying to figure out how to please Gu Moqian and calm him down.
Maybe her brain cells had all died off earlier from reviewing documents, because she couldn’t think of anything. In desperation, she turned to her almighty social circle for help.
——What’s the best way to make up with your husband when he’s angry? Need advice ASAP, it’s urgent!
Not even half a minute after she posted it, a flood of comments appeared below.
Friend A: Buy a sexy nightgown, unleash your unique feminine charm, and make him too exhausted to stay mad!
Friend B: Go ahead, keep staying mad! If you do, I’ll really leave home for good!
Friend D: Hubby, you’re so handsome and manly when you’re mad...
What kind of nonsense is this!
The more she read, the less reliable it seemed. Ji Wei was just about to exit WeChat when she suddenly noticed Xia Duoduo’s comment: What did you do to make your Qian Qian mad? Don’t tell me you hooked up with that so-called cousin after I left?
The message even came with a particularly sleazy emoji.
Ji Wei suppressed her urge to roar and sent Xia Duoduo a WeChat message: Stop talking nonsense! Aren’t you busy? So, did it work or not?
Xia Duoduo: I’m lying on the Great Demon King’s bed right now.
Ji Wei: Something’s happening! (excited emoji) The source of thɪs content is novel·fıre·net
Xia Duoduo: I pretended to be crazy drunk, claimed I lost my keys and couldn’t go home, and clung to his doorframe without letting go. The Great Demon King had no choice but to drag me inside.
Ji Wei: You’ve made it into his house, and you still have time to play on WeChat?
Xia Duoduo: Someone just knocked on the door, he went to answer it.
Ji Wei was typing a reply when Xia Duoduo suddenly sent a new message: Can’t talk anymore, Great Demon King is back!
As soon as Xia Duoduo shoved her phone under the pillow and let out a few groans of discomfort, she saw Ye Cheng walk back in with a cold expression on his face.
"Still feeling unwell?" the man’s voice floated over.
Xia Duoduo weakly clutched her chest. "It’s awful... I feel so bad, oh no, I think I’m about to puke..."
As she spoke, she suddenly rushed to get out of bed. But in her haste, she tripped, and just as she was about to fall, in the next moment she collapsed into a broad, solid embrace.
Ye Cheng caught her at just the right moment.
Xia Duoduo was about to get up from his chest when her gaze suddenly fell on the two buttons of his shirt that were undone, revealing his chest.
The whip marks were still clearly visible there.
Xia Duoduo’s nose suddenly tingled with the urge to cry. Almost involuntarily, she reached out to touch those wounds.
Just as her hand was about to make contact, the man suddenly grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"
Ye Cheng’s voice was devoid of warmth.
"I just want to see your injuries..." Xia Duoduo looked up at him with misty eyes, her expression full of concern. "Who on earth did this to you? Why did you come back from France covered in wounds?"
The unexpected question made Ye Cheng pause.
He snapped back to his senses, pushed her off him, and suddenly stared at her coldly. "Didn’t you say you needed to puke?"
Xia Duoduo instantly jolted like a frightened cat.
Oh no, she almost blew her cover!
She quickly clasped her hand over her mouth, feigning utter distress, then dashed barefoot into the bathroom.