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

and rebandaging Ji Wei's wound while prescribing

the drug she's taken?"

private doctor shook his head slowly. "This type of drug has no antidote. If the effects cannot be released naturally, the only alternative is to suppress them

the pale-faced woman lying on the bed, his thin lips

like this, how could he bear to immerse her

Qian remained standing quietly

You should rest now; I'll take care of Miss Gu Ji," Sister Zhang said from

need. I'll watch over her personally," Mo Qian

Zhang acknowledged softly and quietly exited the room, closing the door behind

Ji Wei's sleep was restless. Her brows furrowed, her entire body

such discomfort, Mo Qian

quickly returning with a basin of

some relief, and Ji Wei unconsciously murmured, "More... I

reached out

"Want what?"

his

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

know exactly what she desired, only responding

hair clinging to her porcelain neck, while sweat seeped into the neckline of her pajamas,