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.

softened. Before Ji Wei realized what

your hand

was momentarily stunned by his abrupt gesture. As she regained her senses and tried to wriggle free, Mo Qian’s gentle

fighting against the two men in black. It had taken everything he had to reach this place. Only when he saw that Ji Wei was unharmed did the weight pressing on his chest finally ease a

he encountered upon entering filled Mo Qian’s

shifted to Yamamoto Yu standing nearby,

closed the box containing the emerald ring. When he raised his head, what he saw was the two of them embracing each

trace of 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 his

She heard his voice drift down from above, carrying a faint edge of

ornate box in his hand.

A small gift?

Ji Wei swallowed nervously.

antiquity was undeniable. There

Mo Qian frowned, casting Ji Wei