CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: AM I NOT FEELING IT RIGHT NOW?

Ji Wei sent the proposed plan to Gu Headquarters that day and received Gu Moqian’s personal approval the next day to proceed with the plan to redevelop Shuiyun Lane into a cultural heritage street.

Over the next few days, Ji Wei personally visited the residents in Shuiyun Lane to gather their opinions and ideas about turning it into a cultural street.

Initially, the residents couldn’t believe the redevelopment plan was real, but only when they saw Ji Wei leading the project team in on-site inspections with a diligent and proactive attitude did the heavy stone in their hearts finally land.

On Wednesday night, Ji Wei and Mo Qian had dinner at a restaurant.

Having been running around Shuiyun Lane visiting various households every day, Ji Wei felt herself constantly getting hungry much faster than usual. By now, she had finished her second bowl of rice.

Mo Qian, noticing Ji Wei’s growing appetite over the past few days, found himself quite pleased.

He thought she was still too slim and should eat more to put on some weight, so he got up and served her another bowl of rice.

Ji Wei was already feeling stuffed. Leaning back into her chair, she looked at the glistening white bowl of rice in front of her and teased, "Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"A little more fat makes for better texture," Mo Qian replied with a straight face.

Ji Wei glanced down at herself, noting the curves where curves were supposed to be, and couldn’t help but retort, "Do I have bad texture now?"

"Why don’t I test it out right now?"

Mo Qian leaned down, slowly moving closer to her.

Ji Wei instinctively leaned back, "Don’t mess around with me! And besides... after eating, it’s better not to—"

"Better not to what?" The man looked at her with a faintly amused smile.

Ji Wei’s face instantly turned red. Quietly, she cursed herself in her heart: Why, oh why, did I bring this up? Now I’ve really asked for trouble!

"Ahem..." Ji Wei awkwardly turned her head away, avoiding Mo Qian’s scorching gaze. "I suddenly feel really sleepy, I think I’ll go to bed!"

She was about to flee, but after eating so much, her movements were slower than usual. She hadn’t even managed to get up from her chair before Mo Qian pressed her back down.

"You just ate, don’t go to sleep right away."

As soon as his words landed, he leaned down and planted a domineering kiss on her lips.

"Mo... Qian..."

Ji Wei tried to break free from his grip, but in the next moment, Mo Qian pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.

Ji Wei lay half beneath Mo Qian, her eyes widening in shock as the position oozed undeniable intimacy and allure.

With his free hand wrapped around her waist, Mo Qian deepened the kiss, transitioning from dominating to gradually tender and patient.

When he finally allowed her a moment to catch her breath, he murmured in a husky voice against her flushed lips, "Still trying to run away, hmm?"

"..."

She could only groan inwardly—why couldn’t she even muster the courage to be mad at him!

Mo Qian chuckled softly as he looked at her helpless expression and, after some time, let her go.

Later that evening, after taking a shower, Ji Wei emerged from the bathroom, drying her still-damp hair as she approached the bed.

Mo Qian set down the book in his hands and pulled her into his arms with one long arm.

"I have to go to Japan for a business trip tomorrow. I’ll be back in three days."

Mo Qian rested his cheek against her silky hair, taking in the gentle fragrance from her freshly washed locks.

Ji Wei turned to look at him in surprise, "Why so sudden?"

"The trip was scheduled last week, but I hadn’t mentioned it to you yet."

It was their first time being apart since getting married, and Ji Wei suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance. She tightly gripped Mo Qian’s hand, feeling as though the three days ahead of her would stretch unbearably long. "I’ll wait for you at home."

Mo Qian stroked the top of her head gently. "If you miss me, just call me, alright?"

"I will."

With her head buried in his chest, she took in the comforting scent of gardenias radiating from him and murmured gloomily.

Sensing the dip in her mood, Mo Qian tilted her face up to look at him. "You don’t want me to leave?"