Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 What are you going to do...

Mo Qian's back stiffened slightly. He lowered his gaze once more to the woman in his arms, a fleeting trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Though she was his fiancée, their relationship was far from close—one could even say it was on the verge of collapse.

But tonight, Ji Wei seemed... different somehow.

At this moment, she lay obediently in his arms. Could it be solely because of the drug's effect?

But then, why did she actively call him for help?

Moreover, she actually remembered his phone number all along...

After the chaos at the hotel, compounded by the drug's lingering effects within her, Ji Wei felt her body alternating between waves of heat and cold. Her lips were drained of color, and she trembled, curling up in Mo Qian's embrace.

Mo Qian instinctively tightened his hold on her.

Her fevered body pressed tightly against his, and Mo Qian felt his throat tighten as an unease began creeping across his frame. A potent heat gathered within him, something stirring unwittingly in his lower abdomen...

On the surface, Mo Qian still looked stern and unyielding—the imposing and aloof image of the domineering CEO remained intact.

But in truth, he was enduring an immense struggle; faint beads of sweat had begun to form at his temples.

Around twenty minutes later, the silver-gray Maybach came to a steady stop at Shanshui Manor's gates.

Wei out of the car and strode swiftly

doctor had been waiting there, promptly disinfecting and rebandaging Ji

any way to neutralize the drug she's

type of drug has no antidote. If the effects cannot be released naturally, the only alternative is to suppress them gradually with cold water and endure until

looked at the pale-faced woman lying on the

like this, how could he

left, Mo Qian remained standing

I'll take care of Miss

personally," Mo Qian replied without turning back,

acknowledged softly and quietly exited the room,

effects, Ji Wei's sleep was restless. Her brows furrowed, her entire body drenched in cold sweat, her hair dampened and

her in such discomfort, Mo

strode into the bathroom, quickly returning

touch against her forehead brought some relief,

pale hand reached out and gripped the large

"Want what?"

froze, his movements stiffening, his voice hoarse as he asked

"I want... I want..."

didn't know exactly what she desired, only

her damp hair clinging to her porcelain neck, while sweat