Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Mr. Gu is handsome and extraordinary, a feast for the eyes.

Ji Wei was slightly surprised.

The Yamamoto Yu before her was completely different from what she had imagined. She thought he’d be a merciless demon who killed without blinking, but to her astonishment, he turned out to be a laughing elderly man, full of life and rosy-cheeked.

What surprised her even more was that Yamamoto’s Mandarin was quite fluent.

Ji Wei snorted coldly and replied in Mandarin, "Mr. Yamamoto didn’t bring me here just for a chat, did he?"

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Yamamoto Yu suddenly asked this out of the blue. Seeing Ji Wei’s mouth open wide in astonishment, as though she had swallowed an egg, Yamamoto Yu guessed she hadn’t eaten. He then instructed a nearby servant to fetch tableware. "Miss Ji, do you mind accompanying this old man for breakfast?"

After a brief moment of shock, Ji Wei regained her composure and declined decisively, "I only eat breakfast with my husband."

The men in black standing nearby were utterly dumbfounded!

Being able to dine with someone like Yamamoto Yu—such a big-time crime boss—was the dream of countless people, and this woman just flat-out refused?!

Yamamoto Yu froze momentarily, again taken aback by Ji Wei’s personality. "Well, that makes sense. Mr. Gu is strikingly handsome, truly a feast for the eyes. Naturally, you wouldn’t want to eat with an old geezer like me."

at Ji Wei again. "Having you stare at me like

"Is that so? Well, Mr. Yamamoto, if you want me to accompany you for breakfast, sure, but you must agree to let

might be a bit tricky. I made a bet with Mr. Gu—tonight, we’ll settle things again at the underground fight. To avoid unnecessary complications, he won’t see anyone before

Wei scoffed inwardly: You sly old fox, you just don’t want Gu Moqian

be betting with this old man? Could it be some condition to save

remain silent, Yamamoto Yu took a step back and said, "Other than seeing him, anything else you ask, I can agree

so insistent on her having breakfast

puzzled, but on second thought, wasn’t this

close to Yamamoto Yu would undoubtedly be

see that bastard Ji Chuyang, I’ll have

deliberately, one by one, her eyebrows playful and her demeanor mischievously similar to

Yu’s breath hitched as he

accept

a troublesome burden. If not for the

raised an eyebrow slightly and walked

to pull out a chair for