Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 429: Chapter 429: This Box is Not Harmless

After settling the bill, Mo Qian moved towards the edge of the crowd.

He carried a shopping bag stuffed to the brim, yet walked with the grace and confidence of a runway model. Ji Wei watched him approach as if admiring a stunning view, her mood exceptionally buoyant.

She reached out to help him carry the shopping bag, but Mo Qian grasped her hand with one swift motion. "You only need to hold my hand," he said.

Ji Wei’s heart felt as sweet as if she’d tasted honey. She tilted her face upwards to smile at him, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Not long after they returned home with the groceries, Ji Yunli arrived.

Since it was the father-in-law’s first personal visit, Mo Qian naturally accompanied him the entire time, showing Ji Yunli around the place.

Ji Wei wanted to help Aunt Zhu prepare the hotpot, but Aunt Zhu refused. Ultimately, unable to resist Ji Wei’s insistence, she allowed her to help with washing the vegetables.

Once her task was done, Ji Wei couldn’t find Mo Qian or her father anywhere. She decided to head upstairs and discovered them on the second-floor balcony.

"Oh, so you two are here."

She poked her head out from behind the door, ready to step onto the balcony, when suddenly she heard a loud *clang* in the corner nearby.

saw a cardboard box overturned on the ground. Milk’s fuzzy little head emerged from the

*Meow~*

Wei and, abandoning the plush ball, dashed toward her,

place as if under a spell, standing there in a daze for a few seconds before she finally

absolutely no time to pay attention to Milk. In a flash, she darted over and began frantically stuffing the

secretly bought—items she’d intended to stash in the corner of the balcony away from Mo Qian’s eyes. Now Milk had turned the box

Everything was scattered everywhere!

*Squeak.*

no idea what she grabbed, but the sudden noise startled her enough to throw

Ji Yunli’s expression.

in high spirits, picked up the amorous pink plush ball again,

that’s not a toy for you. Give it

the cat, reaching out to snatch the ball

for a long while, finally snapped out of it and asked, "Little Wei, what

still wrestling the pink plush ball away from Milk. Hearing him speak, she froze, standing still for

a hard tug, she finally retrieved the plush ball from Milk’s grip. Feeling a wave of

face held an expression of confusion. Hadn’t she just said the cat

already picked up the box