Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 915: She Can’t Get Angry, She Mustn’t Get Angry!

Ji Wei felt deeply touched and cast a grateful glance at Zhao Wanqing: "I will. Please say hello to Aunt for me."

Zhao Wanqing smiled and nodded, then turned and walked out of the ward.

Only when Zhao Wanqing’s figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Nan Huiru, hiding in the corner, finally reveal herself. She had initially intended to push the door open and enter, but just as her hand touched the ward door, she heard the conversation inside!

Aunt, these two words exploded in Nan Huiru’s mind.

She was greatly shocked, unable to believe that Ji Wei and Zhao Wanqing were actually cousins!

No wonder Ji Wei wanted to help that old hag everywhere yesterday; it turns out there’s this layer of relationship between them!

Nan Huiru was filled with resentment, tightly clenching her hand into a fist.

Ji Wei saw Nan Huiru push the door open and enter, and immediately greeted her with a smile: "Mom, you’re back."

Nan Huiru had a stern expression, raised her eyelids and stared at her for a moment, and without saying anything, went straight to the bedside to check on Gu Zhizhou’s condition.

Ji Wei sharply sensed Nan Huiru’s unusual mood, thinking she was still upset about her helping Zhao Wanfang yesterday.

She silently walked to the coffee table and picked up an apple to peel.

"Mom, try it and see if it’s sweet?" Ji Wei offered the peeled apple to Nan Huiru, speaking softly.

Nan Huiru glanced at the apple in her hand, "Did you peel this yourself or did a dog chew on it? It looks awful, take it away!"

Ji Wei was once the young lady spoiled by the Ji Family, served by others, peeling apples was indeed not her forte.

"Although it doesn’t look good, it’s very sweet, try it?" Ji Wei took a deep breath internally, trying to adjust her emotions, and smiled again.

Nan Huiru raised her hand and rudely slapped the apple out of her hand heavily.

Bang!

The apple rolled under the hospital bed.

Ji Wei looked down at the ground, her expression somewhat stiff.

Don’t be angry, she cannot be angry!

The other person is Mo Qian’s mother.

She stood there for a while before speaking: "I’ll go get a broom to clean up."

When she returned with the broom, Nan Huiru grabbed her bag, her face stern, and in a very unpleasant tone ordered, "Take good care of your dad, I’m going out."

Ji Wei didn’t even have time to ask where she was going before Nan Huiru stormed out in anger.

She stood there, feeling bewildered by Nan Huiru’s inexplicable anger.

Even if she was upset about helping Zhao Wanfang yesterday, it shouldn’t lead to anger at this moment. Besides, when she arrived this morning, Nan Huiru wasn’t like this, at least she occasionally said a few words to her, although her tone was always indifferent.

Afternoon passed, and Nan Huiru still hadn’t returned.

Ji Wei took out her phone to call her, only to be told that the number was turned off.

Unable to reach her, Ji Wei had to order takeout, reluctantly handling lunch.

She expected Nan Huiru to return in the afternoon, but as the sky outside grew dim, she still hadn’t shown up, and her phone remained off.

Wondering if she had gone back to the manor, Ji Wei called the old butler, Tom.

But the reply she got was that Nan Huiru hadn’t returned.

In the evening, Gu Moqian finished work and returned to the manor.

As he changed shoes at the entrance, he inquired of the old butler: "Where is Madam?"

"Madam is still at the hospital," the old butler answered truthfully.

Gu Moqian paused his movements and glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past eight, and usually, Ji Wei would have been back by now.

He put his shoes back on, turned around, and hurriedly walked out.