Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Am I Not Feeling It Right Now?

Ji Wei sent the proposed plan to Gu Headquarters that day and received Gu Moqian’s personal approval the next day to proceed with the plan to redevelop Shuiyun Lane into a cultural heritage street.

Over the next few days, Ji Wei personally visited the residents in Shuiyun Lane to gather their opinions and ideas about turning it into a cultural street.

Initially, the residents couldn’t believe the redevelopment plan was real, but only when they saw Ji Wei leading the project team in on-site inspections with a diligent and proactive attitude did the heavy stone in their hearts finally land.

On Wednesday night, Ji Wei and Mo Qian had dinner at a restaurant.

Having been running around Shuiyun Lane visiting various households every day, Ji Wei felt herself constantly getting hungry much faster than usual. By now, she had finished her second bowl of rice.

Mo Qian, noticing Ji Wei’s growing appetite over the past few days, found himself quite pleased.

He thought she was still too slim and should eat more to put on some weight, so he got up and served her another bowl of rice.

Ji Wei was already feeling stuffed. Leaning back into her chair, she looked at the glistening white bowl of rice in front of her and teased, "Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"A little more fat makes for better texture," Mo Qian replied with a straight face.

Ji Wei glanced down at herself, noting the curves where curves were supposed to be, and couldn’t help but retort, "Do I have bad texture now?"

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Qian leaned down, slowly moving closer to

Wei instinctively leaned back, "Don’t mess around with me! And besides...

looked at her with a faintly

she cursed herself in her heart: Why, oh

turned her head away, avoiding Mo Qian’s scorching

after eating so much, her movements were slower than usual. She hadn’t even managed

go

leaned down and planted a domineering kiss on her

"Mo... Qian..."

in the next moment, Mo

Mo Qian, her eyes widening in shock as the

wrapped around her waist, Mo Qian deepened

breath, he murmured in a husky voice against her flushed lips, "Still trying to run away,

"..."

inwardly—why couldn’t she even muster the

as he looked at her

from the bathroom, drying her still-damp hair