"Have you gotten anything out of him?" Mo Qian asked.
"This guy has a tough mouth. Even after we beat him half to death, he refuses to reveal the mastermind behind it."
"Everyone has a weakness. If he won’t talk, it’s likely he hasn’t faced something that truly terrifies him." Mo Qian spoke slowly, his eyes flickering with a chilling intensity. "No matter the method, make sure he gives up the person behind all this."
"Keep him alive after he confesses. I need him for something."
Preserving the scum’s life leaves no room for the person pulling the strings to make excuses.
After hanging up the call, Mo Qian walked back into the bedroom. He noticed Ji Wei was sleeping uneasily, fine beads of sweat decorating her forehead. He immediately grabbed a towel to gently wipe her dry, then pulled her back into his embrace.
He kissed her forehead, his heart softening endlessly with tenderness, holding her tightly with a deep sense of cherishing.
By this time, the faint light of dawn was creeping in outside the window.
When Ji Wei woke up the next morning, she opened her eyes but did not see Mo Qian.
A faint sense of disappointment rose in her chest. Turning her head, she saw Sister Zhang standing by the bedside.
Seeing her awake, Sister Zhang spoke with a warm smile, "Miss Ji, you’re awake."
"Mr. Gu is downstairs making breakfast. Since your arm is injured, he asked me to help you wash up and get dressed."
Mo Qian is making breakfast?
Ji Wei’s eyes widened instantly. She even suspected she had misheard.
"Miss Ji, would you like to get up now, or rest for a little longer?" Sister Zhang asked respectfully, seeing her standing there in a daze.
Ji Wei said, and began to prop herself up. Sister Zhang quickly reached out to support her.
With Sister Zhang’s assistance, Ji Wei washed up, got dressed, and then slowly walked downstairs.
To confirm whether Mo Qian was truly in the kitchen, Ji Wei walked straight toward the dining room.
As soon as she stepped into the dining room, she saw Mo Qian walking out from the kitchen with a bowl of steaming hot congee.
He was dressed simply in a beige knitted sweater and matching casual pants. His tall and upright figure was accented by an apron adorned with cartoon bears.
Mo Qian, in a domestic setting, lacked his usual cold and imposing demeanor but exuded an unexpected charm of contrast.
Ji Wei was utterly dumbfounded.
"You’re hungry, aren’t you? Come sit down."
Mo Qian placed the bowl of congee on the table with a gentle tone as he pulled the chair out for her.
Being afforded Mr. Gu’s special treatment so early in the morning left Ji Wei somewhat flustered. She obediently walked over and sat down, just like a well-behaved schoolchild.
Mo Qian took off the apron, handed it casually to Sister Zhang, then sat down close to her.
Looking at the steaming bowl of lean pork congee in front of her, Ji Wei reached for the spoon, eager to take a bite and taste Mo Qian’s cooking.
Just as her fingers touched the edge of the spoon, Mo Qian snatched it away first.
Ji Wei looked at him in confusion, only to see Mo Qian’s perfectly natural movements as he scooped some congee, blew on it lightly, and then brought the spoon to her lips. "Open up."
Ji Wei was completely petrified.
After a long moment, she awkwardly chuckled, "I can eat on my own..."
"Be good. Open up. It might not be as delicious as Sister Zhang’s cooking, but it shouldn’t taste bad either."
Mo Qian paid no heed to her embarrassment, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gazed at her.
Under his steady gaze, Ji Wei finally opened her mouth.
The congee was soft and smooth, tasting delightfully good. As Ji Wei swallowed, her eyes misted slightly.
It’s often said that women are willing to cook for the men they love, but when a man is willing to cook for a woman, what level of adoration must that represent?
Mo Qian fed her several spoonfuls in a row. Watching her obediently open her mouth to eat, his smile grew even brighter.
When he brought another spoonful to Ji Wei’s lips, and she was about to open her mouth, a loud voice suddenly interrupted the dining room. "Mo Qian! I came early to check on your fiancée, and the first thing you do is feed me a mouthful of dog food?"
Xi Nanfeng shouted as he strode over to them, followed closely by Ye Cheng behind him.