Mo Qian's back stiffened slightly. He lowered his gaze once more to the woman in his arms, a fleeting trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
Though she was his fiancée, their relationship was far from close—one could even say it was on the verge of collapse.
But tonight, Ji Wei seemed… different somehow.
At this moment, she lay obediently in his arms. Could it be solely because of the drug's effect?
But then, why did she actively call him for help?
Moreover, she actually remembered his phone number all along…
After the chaos at the hotel, compounded by the drug's lingering effects within her, Ji Wei felt her body alternating between waves of heat and cold. Her lips were drained of color, and she trembled, curling up in Mo Qian's embrace.
Mo Qian instinctively tightened his hold on her.
Her fevered body pressed tightly against his, and Mo Qian felt his throat tighten as an unease began creeping across his frame. A potent heat gathered within him, something stirring unwittingly in his lower abdomen…
On the surface, Mo Qian still looked stern and unyielding—the imposing and aloof image of the domineering CEO remained intact.
But in truth, he was enduring an immense struggle; faint beads of sweat had begun to form at his temples.
Around twenty minutes later, the silver-gray Maybach came to a steady stop at Shanshui Manor's gates.
Mo Qian carried Ji Wei out of the car and strode swiftly into the manor.
The private doctor had been waiting there, promptly disinfecting and rebandaging Ji Wei's wound while prescribing medication to prevent infection.
"Is there any way to neutralize the drug she's taken?" Mo Qian suddenly asked.
The private doctor shook his head slowly. "This type of drug has no antidote. If the effects cannot be released naturally, the only alternative is to suppress them gradually with cold water and endure until dawn."
Mo Qian looked at the pale-faced woman lying on the bed, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Seeing her like this, how could he bear to immerse her in cold water?
After the private doctor left, Mo Qian remained standing quietly by the bedside.
"Mr. Gu, it's already very late. You should rest now; I'll take care of Miss Gu Ji," Sister Zhang said from behind him.
"No need. I'll watch over her personally," Mo Qian replied without turning back, his tone indifferent.
Sister Zhang acknowledged softly and quietly exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Tormented by the drug's effects, Ji Wei's sleep was restless. Her brows furrowed, her entire body drenched in cold sweat, her hair dampened and plastered to her face.
Seeing her in such discomfort, Mo Qian frowned slightly.
He strode into the bathroom, quickly returning with a basin of water.
The cool touch against her forehead brought some relief, and Ji Wei unconsciously murmured, "More… I want more…"
With a sudden motion, her delicate, pale hand reached out and gripped the large hand resting on her forehead.
"Want what?"
Mo Qian froze, his movements stiffening, his voice hoarse as he asked softly.
"I want… I want…"
Ji Wei didn't know exactly what she desired, only responding instinctively.
Her perspiration increased, her damp hair clinging to her porcelain neck, while sweat seeped into the neckline of her pajamas, staining it.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, Ji Wei shifted restlessly.
Mo Qian extended his hand and lifted the corner of the blanket.
As expected, her body was soaked in sweat. The silk pajamas clinging tightly to her chest revealed soft, alluring curves…
Mo Qian swiftly averted his gaze, his brows furrowing slightly.
If her body remained drenched in sweat, she'd risk catching a chill.
He slowly bent over, one arm slipping beneath her neck and the other encircling her slender waist, gently lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom.
The sound of running water echoed in the room, and Ji Wei shook her head uneasily.
She moved slightly, the warm liquid rippling across her skin.
The unfamiliar sensation startled Ji Wei. Her body stiffened abruptly, and with effort, she lifted her heavy eyelids.
Ji Wei discovered she was immersed in the bathtub.
Weakly tilting her head, she caught sight of the man standing in front of the tub.
"You… What are you doing…"
Her pale lips quivered as she instinctively raised a hand to shield her chest.