Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Filling My Mouth with Dog Food

"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."

"Yes, Mr. Gu."

"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.

awake, Sister Zhang spoke with a

"Where’s Mo Qian?"

Gu is downstairs making breakfast. Since your arm is injured, he

Qian is making

instantly. She even suspected she

up now, or rest for a little longer?" Sister Zhang asked respectfully, seeing her standing there

"I’ll get up now."

herself up. Sister Zhang quickly reached out to

Sister Zhang’s assistance, Ji Wei washed up, got dressed,

Mo Qian was truly in the kitchen, Ji

dining room, she saw Mo Qian walking out from the kitchen with a

dressed simply in a beige knitted sweater and matching casual pants. His tall and

lacked his usual cold

Wei was

you? Come sit

bowl of congee on the table with a gentle tone as he pulled the

left Ji Wei somewhat

off the apron, handed it casually to Sister Zhang, then sat down close

at the steaming bowl of lean pork congee in front of her, Ji Wei reached for the spoon, eager to take a

fingers touched the edge of