"Silly girl, how could you not have a home? With me here, there’s always our home." Mo Qian tenderly stroked her head.
Ji Wei’s eyes reddened, but she continued shaking her head.
The home she referred to was the Ji Family...
The weather here was too cold. Mo Qian worried she might catch a cold and quickly scooped her up horizontally, walking toward the car parked by the roadside.
"It’s alright now. Let’s go home." He carried her into the car, his gaze tinged with warmth and softness.
Ji Wei silently stared at him for a while. She knew her behavior would make Mo Qian worry, so she tried to pull at the corners of her lips, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t produce a smile.
"Don’t force yourself—it will get better,"
Mo Qian saw through her struggle and looked at her with tenderness and care. Raising his hand, he gently ruffled her hair again.
Although he didn’t know what had happened, he knew that something truly serious must have occurred to render Ji Wei so heartbroken.
Ji Wei grabbed his arm and leaned her face against him, murmuring softly, "Mo Qian, you’re all I have left."
A wave of heartache swept through Mo Qian’s chest. He settled into the car and gently pulled her into his arms, his movements soothing as he patted her lightly. "No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. Don’t worry."
She closed her eyes in the warmth of his embrace.
The Maybach cruised toward Shanshui Manor.
Though the car’s heater was on and Mo Qian held her tightly, Ji Wei still felt her body swing between hot and cold, leaving her deeply uncomfortable. She suspected her earlier exposure to the wind had caused her to catch a chill, as her head felt dizzy, her strength nearly drained.
Looking down, Mo Qian noticed how pale her face had become, so white it resembled paper. He couldn’t help but hold her even tighter.
Realizing something was wrong, he raised a hand to check her forehead and discovered it was shockingly hot.
"Old Xu, drive faster!"
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Upon arriving at Shanshui Manor, Mo Qian immediately instructed Aunt Zhu to prepare some ginger soup, while he carried Ji Wei straight to the bedroom.
He retrieved a thermometer and measured her temperature, discovering it had climbed to over thirty-nine degrees. His finely arched brows furrowed deeply.
"Mr. Gu, the ginger soup is ready."
Aunt Zhu entered, carrying a bowl of steaming hot ginger soup.
"Hand it to me. Please bring some fever medicine and cooling patches upstairs." Mo Qian took the bowl, giving instructions.
Aunt Zhu responded and left to prepare.
"Weiwei, wake up and drink some ginger soup to ward off the chill." Mo Qian propped Ji Wei up against the headboard and brought the bowl up to her lips with his other hand.
Ji Wei, feverish and groggy, half-opened her eyes to glance at him before looking at the steaming yellow soup in front of her.
The sharp smell of ginger made her furrow her brows in distaste. She shook her head in rejection, saying, "No... I don’t want to drink it..." From a young age, she had disliked drinking traditional medicine, always feeling nauseous after.
"Be good. Drink it so you can sweat, and your cold will get better faster." Mo Qian coaxed her with patience, like soothing a child throwing a tantrum.
Listening to his gentle words, Ji Wei bit down, summoning the will to lower her head and swallow two sips.
"Is that enough?" Her face scrunched with discomfort as she looked at him weakly, unable to tolerate the strange taste of the ginger soup.
Mo Qian sighed lightly, not having the heart to force her, then placed the bowl aside and nodded slightly. "Alright, no more. Just rest for a while. Later, take the fever medicine and then sleep."
Ji Wei silently leaned against him, her head feeling unbearably heavy, and slowly closed her eyes again.
When Aunt Zhu returned with fever medicine, Mo Qian gently shook her. "Weiwei, wake up. Let’s take the medicine first."
The woman in his arms remained still, her eyes closed, showing no reaction at all.