Special assistant Chen Ke saw Mr. Gu striding out of the room, holding a woman whose clothes were stained with blood, and quickly went up to him.
"Tell Old Xu to drive the car to the underground parking lot." The man commanded while keeping his pace steady.
Inside the elevator, the numbers changed constantly. Mo Qian stared at the pale and fragile woman in his arms, his brows tightly furrowed.
Beside him, Chen Ke was utterly astonished.
In his impression, Mo Qian always maintained a calm and composed demeanor even when dealing with billion-dollar investments and acquisitions. Why was it that the moment he faced Miss Ji, his composure seemed to crumble?
The driver, upon seeing Mo Qian approaching, immediately and respectfully opened the rear car door for him.
Mo Qian carefully placed Ji Wei into the car seat, then got in himself.
"Head to Shanshui Manor," the man said in a deep voice.
At the entrance of Di Hao Hotel.
Ji Shanshan secretly noticed Mo Qian taking Ji Wei away from the room. She immediately changed her strategy, directing the media reporters to the hotel entrance in an effort to corner them.
But after waiting for quite a while, neither of them appeared. Not only was Ji Shanshan becoming anxious, but even the reporters were beginning to lose patience.
Before long, someone rushed over and whispered a few words in Ji Shanshan's ear.
Ji Shanshan turned pale with shock: "What? Ji Wei and Mr. Gu have already left the hotel!"
Upon hearing her words, a reporter immediately walked up and questioned, "Miss Ji, are you playing us? Mo Qian hasn't been in the hotel at all, has he?"
Ji Shanshan's expression shifted slightly but she quickly masked her emotions. Her eyes flickered as she said, "Well... Mr. Gu has indeed already left. But, I have an even bigger scoop."
Ji Wei opened her eyes again, finding herself lying in a warm and solid embrace.
Noticing the movement of the woman in his arms, Mo Qian slowly lowered his gaze.
In an instant, Ji Wei fell into those deep, obsidian-like eyes.
Her heart raced abruptly. She propped herself up with her hand, wanting to rise from his arms, but inadvertently touched the wound on her wrist, pain causing her to inhale sharply.
The wound had been simply bandaged, and the bleeding had stopped.
"Don't move." A broad, firm palm held her wrist, stopping her action.
Coolness from his fingertips seeped into her skin, spreading across the places they touched, permeating the air with his crisp and clean scent.
She stared at him, a bit dazed.
He was still as distinguished and handsome as ever, dressed in custom-tailored, handmade suits that fit him perfectly. His facial features were finely chiseled, and from this angle, he was utterly captivating.
Mo Qian was the sole heir to the Gu Group, the most esteemed man in Rongcheng. Their marriage had been arranged by the previous generation, but Ji Wei had fiercely opposed this union, dismissing it as a forced marriage.
For some reason, Ji Wei found her gaze glued to the pronounced Adam's apple on his neck, as if bewitched, unable to look away.
Only now did she realize her throat felt dry and burning, leading her to swallow a large mouthful of saliva.
This simple motion did not escape Mo Qian's notice, his deep eyes darkening slightly.
From the moment he had picked her up, he recognized the abnormality in her condition. Her entire body was unnaturally warm, as if consumed by flames.
He was a young, vigorous man and understood instinctively what was happening.
She had been drugged.
The woman's almond-shaped eyes shimmered like autumn water, glistening with an irresistible allure. As she looked at him, there was a yearning that she couldn't conceal...
Mo Qian endured and turned his gaze away, his voice low as he ordered, "Old Xu, drive faster."
To Ji Wei, the man before her was like a forbidden poppy, an irresistible temptation. She couldn't avert her eyes, and subconsciously she leaned closer into his embrace, snuggling toward him like a spoiled kitten seeking its master's warmth.