Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Zhu Ming’an’s Face Looks Like He’s Seen a Ghost

Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and Ji Wei couldn’t help but let out a low gasp.

"What happened? Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Moqian, noticing her knitted brows and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, immediately asked with concern.

Ji Wei raised her hand to rub her temple. "I don’t know... it feels like this scene, being held like this and waiting for daylight, is so familiar, as if I’ve experienced it before. But I just can’t remember..."

Gu Moqian’s gaze darkened as he heard her words. He stared at her puzzled face and remained silent for a long time.

Then he pressed her head into his embrace, his voice slightly hoarse. "If you can’t remember, then don’t force yourself to. Let it go."

Listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, Ji Wei gently nodded.

Gu Moqian’s embrace always had the ability to make her forget all her worries. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.

As the woman leaned against him, her breathing soft and steady, Gu Moqian lowered his head. His eyes traced her delicate, pale face, which somehow overlapped with the image of a youthful face from his memories.

It’s okay... one day, you’ll remember.

the contours of her face, his lips curving into

...

morning, Zhu Ming’an rushed eagerly to the door of the

severely damaged, leaving him unable to access the surveillance cameras all night, which only exacerbated his unease. Years of maneuvering in the business world had cultivated his suspicious nature. Not being able to confirm that Gu Moqian and Zhu

swift motions, Zhu Ming’an took out

open, he nearly stumbled backward in shock at the sight of the

was dressed impeccably in a white shirt and dark slacks, his attire neat,

there was no sign of exhaustion or excess indulgence

Ming’an’s mind was

last night with his own ears—there was no

smile and asked, "Mr. Gu, up so early? Why not sleep a little longer? Where’s Jianian? She hasn’t woken up yet,

to peek into the bedroom,

doorframe, his tall figure unmoving as he coldly stared at Zhu

shoulder, followed by a sweet and soft voice spilling from red lips. "Honey,

Moqian, Zhu Ming’an’s face turned ashen, as if he’d seen