Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Why Don’t You Throw Me Out?

In the dimly lit room, the phone on the bedside table lit up suddenly, accompanied by the soft ding of an incoming message.

Zimei woke up with a start. She reached out from under the blanket to grab her phone, glanced at it, and instantly her drowsiness faded.

The people she had dispatched had finally sent news of Gu Moqian’s whereabouts!

Zimei’s face lit up with joy. Without delay, she turned on the light and, not even bothering to put on her shoes, rushed out of the room barefoot.

In the living room, the faint night light filtering in through the window outlined the barely discernible shape of a man sleeping on the sofa.

The closer she got, the softer her footsteps became.

When she stopped in front of the sofa, her chest rising and falling with excitement from her joy-fueled breaths, it still ended up waking the man sleeping there.

Ye Cheng frowned as he sat up. His dark phoenix eyes locked onto her, his voice cold as he asked, "What do you want now?"

That moment of soft-heartedness a few days back had led to Zimei spending a night here. The next morning, she used the excuse of knowing no one in Tokyo and being hindered by her lack of Japanese to insist on staying in his apartment.

she needed water, or that her stomach didn’t feel

Cheng naturally assumed it

tone, Zimei froze for a second. However, she quickly collected herself and held her

more mesmerizing. When Ye Cheng saw the news

phone back to Zimei, then turned to retrieve his own phone from the side of

was muffled behind the sliding door. Zimei stood rooted to the spot,

back, the lights in the room

in the darkness like a statue. Only her burning gaze followed his every movement. That dazed, obsessive

and preparing to lie back down. But suddenly, a surge of force hit him as Zimei threw herself at him, wrapping him in a tight

Ye Cheng’s voice carried

you be a little nicer to me?" Zimei clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. She

even sharper edge of anger: "The billion you asked for—I’ll transfer it to your account. Beyond that, don’t even think about getting anything

in the stillness of the night, sharp

waist loosening bit by bit until they finally

fixed

make out in the darkness, but Ye Cheng could sense an overwhelming sense of dejection radiating