CHAPTER 500: CHAPTER 500: HER HUSBAND HAS OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE CLEANLINESS

Her red lips touched his cold hand, bringing a warm, soft sensation that sent a shiver through him.

He raised his eyes, meeting Ji Wei’s bright, slightly reddened gaze. Mo Qian’s heart softened into a puddle, and his refined face leaned in suddenly. He captured her alluring lips, gently nibbling and savoring her sweet taste with patience and care.

Ji Wei froze for a few seconds before snapping out of it. She quickly pushed him away and scolded in a hushed, slightly annoyed tone, "Mo Qian, people around us are watching!"

Nearby sat a middle-aged man, chewing grilled squid alone while sipping his beer.

Already feeling unbearably lonely, he now saw the lovey-dovey couple beside him and felt his heart take a severe blow.

Heartbroken, he shouted towards the owner, "Bring me another dozen beers! This is too much to handle."

The couple next door: "..."

Soon, the sizzling, oil-dripping chicken wings and fish arrived.

A mouthwatering aroma filled the air, awakening all the gluttonous cravings in Ji Wei’s stomach.

Seeing Ji Wei sprinkle a thick layer of chili powder on top, Mo Qian found the sight alone overwhelmingly spicy and couldn’t help but say, "It’s so spicy. Your stomach won’t be able to handle it."

"It’s tasteless without chili powder," Ji Wei replied nonchalantly, handing him a skewer. "Try it if you don’t believe me!"

Mo Qian, accustomed to eating lightly seasoned foods, found this rich flavor difficult to stomach.

"I’m not eating it. If you want it, you eat it all." Ji Wei pouted.

Such delicious food, yet someone dared to turn it down.

Famished, Ji Wei devoured all the skewers on the plate with lightning speed. Still feeling unsatisfied, she called out to the owner again, "Boss, please bring me another batch of grilled—"

Mo Qian quickly grabbed her hand and said, "If you like eating this, I’ll make it for you at home. Food outside isn’t hygienic."

Letting her indulge tonight was already a big concession from him.

If Ji Wei weren’t unwell, he wouldn’t have let her eat street food at all.

Ji Wei recalled the time she went to explore an old town with Mo Qian. Back then, he had coldly rejected her attempts to feed him snacks.

She sighed internally: Alright, her husband’s cleanliness obsession was something she’d just have to accept.

Back in the car, Ji Wei, now full and content, nestled in Mo Qian’s arms and fell asleep.

When they arrived at the hospital, Mo Qian couldn’t bear to wake her, carrying her all the way inside instead.

As the largest sponsor of Rongcheng Hospital, the Gu Family held significant influence. Upon hearing Mr. Gu had arrived, the hospital leadership rushed over to personally escort them to a top-tier VIP suite.

"Mr. Gu, may I ask what condition your wife needs a consultation for? I’ll arrange for the most renowned specialists to come immediately," the director said cautiously, wiping sweat repeatedly, likely from nervousness.

"Let her sleep for now."

Mo Qian looked at the peaceful sleeping face on the bed and spoke in a gentle tone.

The director had met Mo Qian a few times before, but the man had always worn a frosty, iceberg-like expression. Seeing this sudden warmth made the director question whether he was hallucinating.

"Very well... If Mr. Gu needs anything, just press the bedside call bell," the director said, wiping his sweat again before ushering the crowd behind him out.

The door clicked shut.

Mo Qian took off his suit jacket and walked over to tuck Ji Wei in properly. He then checked the air-conditioning temperature to ensure it was comfortable, before heading to the restroom.

When he came out, Chen Ke’s phone call came in.

Afraid of disturbing Ji Wei, he stepped into the hallway to answer the call.

"Mr. Gu, Second Young Master Xi’s friend has helped us pinpoint the phone’s location. I’m currently leading a team there—it’s in a very remote spot in the East Suburb."