Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 931: You Have a Gun Pointed at Your Head, While I Sleep Peacefully at Home

Ji Wei’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. She gazed at the calm face of the man reflected in the mirror; his deep, unfathomable eyes were fixed on her, and she instinctively swallowed.

Wasn’t he asleep? How did he know that it was William on the phone with her?

"I saw the call log on your phone. It’s a critical time right now. I apologize for invading your privacy." Mo Qian had already guessed her thoughts and responded proactively.

Ji Wei abruptly turned her head, her eyes filled with inescapable worry as she looked at Mo Qian, "If I tell you, you’ll definitely go, right? But I don’t want you to take the risk..."

The three months when Mo Qian went missing after falling into the sea were a daily torment and agony for Ji Wei. The hopeless waiting made her wake up from nightmares every night.

She didn’t want to endure such pain a second time.

A thin layer of mist welled up in the woman’s eyes. Mo Qian felt a softness in his heart. He raised his hand to gently stroke her smooth little face, promising, "I will come back safely."

Ji Wei still felt worried. She looked at him for a long while and suddenly, as if making up her mind, said, "I’ll tell you, but on one condition: you must take me with you."

"..."

"Every time, you shoulder everything alone, keeping me in the dark in a safe comfort zone. Sometimes I feel like an idiot, knowing nothing. Maybe someone has a gun pointed at your head, while I’m peacefully sleeping at home. Thinking about it makes me very upset."

I am your wife, your lover, and also your partner in arms. I don’t want to stay at home, filled with worry waiting for you to come back. That feeling is terrible, truly terrible..."

Mo Qian’s throat tightened. He took a long time to speak in a hoarse voice, "But we still have An An. He needs you. He needs you to stay."

"An An will understand in the future. His parents face difficulties together, hand in hand, no matter what! He will be proud to have parents like that."

The steadfast look in the woman’s eyes moved Mo Qian, and he couldn’t find any words to refute her.

The time he went to Tokyo, he initially left her behind. During the six months in Britain, he even disappeared entirely, not contacting her even once. And those days of being missing...

Ji Wei had endured too much alone. Was what he thought was good for her really good for her?

Mo Qian was silent for a long time.

Ji Wei saw the man’s cold and rigid face begin to crumble. She knew she had already convinced him. She reached out her hands, tightly clasping his, interlocking their fingers.

"Mo Qian."

She looked up at his elegant and silent face, "I once said, I would rather face life and death with you than survive alone. From beginning to end, that thought has never changed. I know you worry about my safety, but without you, living has no meaning for me."

She slowly leaned against his chest, listening to his slightly erratic heartbeat, "Promise me."

Mo Qian’s expression shifted. He stayed silent for a long time before his lips moved, finally squeezing out a word, "Alright."

...

Two days later, deep into the night.

A low-profile black sedan stopped in front of an ancient castle deep within the dense forest.

This castle, which has existed since the Middle Ages, was brightly lit. Varied characters, dressed in finery, were in attendance. Tall bodyguards in black uniforms respectfully welcomed each guest at the door.

A man dressed in a black suit, tall and straight, was the first to get out of the car. He then opened the backseat car door, addressing the woman inside, "My lady, we have arrived."