Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Mr. Gu is Very Nervous About His Woman

"Mo Qian!"

Ji Wei was startled to see Mo Qian but quickly regained her composure. Taking advantage of Yamamoto Yu’s momentary distraction, she forcefully pulled her hand back and walked up to Mo Qian.

Mo Qian had his suit jacket draped over one arm. His shirt was slightly disheveled, the sleeves rolled high above his elbows. He had clearly rushed over, as his chest was still rising and falling with labored breaths.

Meanwhile, two men in black stood at the door, their faces bearing bruises and cuts; neither dared to step inside.

Ji Wei quickly noticed his clenched fists. The skin across his knuckles was scraped, and dark red blood had already dried and crusted there.

Realizing how the men at the door had gotten their injuries, she grabbed his hand and inspected it carefully. Concern flickered in her eyes, her voice soft with worry. "Does it hurt?"

When Mo Qian glanced at her, his previously stern expression visibly softened, his gaze tender as he replied, "No, it doesn’t."

Still, Ji Wei couldn’t help feeling distressed as she looked at the wounds. She lifted his hand and brought it to her lips, gently blowing on it.

The cool breath brushed across the back of his hand, soothing the pain.

eyes and earnestly tend to him, Mo Qian’s heart softened. Before Ji Wei realized what was

your hand is still

by his abrupt gesture. As she regained her senses and tried to wriggle free, Mo Qian’s gentle voice reassured her, "As long as

her had been fraught with fighting against the two men in black. It had taken everything he had to reach this place. Only

upon entering filled Mo Qian’s heart

standing

his head, what he saw

jealousy flashed through his hawk-like eyes but was quickly concealed. Leaning on his cane, he stepped forward with a smile. "Mr. Gu is awfully protective of

heard his voice drift down from above, carrying a faint edge of anger. "Mr. Yamamoto, what were you just trying to do

smile didn’t waver as he raised the ornate

A small gift?

Ji Wei swallowed nervously.

than tens of millions, and its antiquity was undeniable. There was no way she could accept such a "small

frowned, casting Ji Wei