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.

the car and strode swiftly into

private doctor had been waiting there, promptly disinfecting and rebandaging Ji Wei's wound

any way to neutralize the drug she's taken?" Mo Qian suddenly

type of drug has no antidote. If the effects cannot be released naturally,

pale-faced woman lying on the bed, his

her like this, how could he

Mo Qian

You should rest now; I'll take care

personally," Mo Qian replied without turning back, his

acknowledged softly and quietly exited

sleep was restless. Her brows furrowed, her entire body drenched in cold sweat, her hair dampened and

in such discomfort,

quickly returning with a basin

some relief, and

hand reached out and gripped

"Want what?"

his voice hoarse as

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

what

damp hair clinging to her porcelain neck, while sweat seeped