Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Are You Just Going to Let Your Woman Drink Herself into Oblivion?

Gu Moqian paused for a moment and continued, "But right now she’s not in the country. Otherwise, do you think Xi Nanfeng could still be so carefree?"

Ji Wei froze for a second.

This Miss Qin’s way of chasing men... is really quite unusual.

After sunset, the sky gradually darkened.

Grills were already set up on the beach, a bonfire was lit, and the string lights around helped set the mood, glowing one after another.

The sea breeze blew gently, the night was enchanting.

Gu Moqian and Ye Cheng were in charge of the grilling, while the other three were responsible for eating and eating and eating.

Xi Nanfeng glanced at the lone skewer of grilled meat in front of him. Meanwhile, the plate next to him, belonging to Ji Wei, had turned into a miniature mountain. Yet Gu Moqian kept piling onto that mountain. Unable to hold back, Xi Nanfeng complained, "Old Mo, it’s understandable to dote on your wife. But, we’re bros too! Are you seriously okay with me surviving on just one skewer?"

"You’ve got hands and feet, don’t you? Why don’t you grill your own?" Gu Moqian’s voice drifted over, cool as ever.

Xi Nanfeng was left speechless and glared at him, knowing there was no way to win against Gu Moqian. He then ran off to bother Ye Cheng. Finally managing to swipe two oily, sizzling grilled squid skewers out of Ye Cheng’s hands, he felt immensely pleased and smug.

"Have a bite first; I’ll go help grill more." Gu Moqian spoke warmly, then went back to being the grill chef.

After Gu Moqian left, Ji Wei casually picked up a beer can in front of her and handed one to Xia Duoduo. "Duoduo, how about we take these up front, have some drinks, and enjoy the sea breeze?"

Coincidentally, Xia Duoduo had almost finished eating. Although Ji Wei’s face had been wearing a smile all day, Xia Duoduo could keenly sense that Ji Wei’s mood wasn’t as lively as usual. noveldrama

The two women carried an armload of beer cans and walked towards the distant part of the beach.

Ji Wei stared at the waves slowly lapping at her feet, lost in thought for a while. Then, she cracked open a beer and raised it up. "Duoduo, it’s been so long since we’ve sat down like this and had drinks together. We have to toast!"

Seeing her speak enthusiastically but without much expression on her face, Xia Duoduo paused for a moment, then raised her beer can as well. "Cheers."

The two women tilted their heads back and started drinking, gulping it down.

Xia Duoduo had a hunch that Ji Wei wasn’t in a great mood. So if Ji Wei wanted to drink, she’d accompany her until they were both completely drunk—just like how Ji Wei once drank and cried with her after her breakup.

"Old Mo, you’re really okay with your woman binge drinking like this?"

The three men seated at the table watched the two women holding onto each other drinking not far away. Xi Nanfeng couldn’t help but make a remark.

Gu Moqian kept his gaze fixed on Ji Wei’s silhouette, his eyes darker than the night itself. Yet he didn’t move to stop her. He knew she needed an outlet to vent the pain inside.

"Drinking a little now and then doesn’t hurt." Retracting his gaze, Gu Moqian replied calmly.

"Old Ye, what about you? Don’t you care about your one and only female artist?" Xi Nanfeng turned to ask Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng shot him a glare and tossed him a few skewers of grilled meat. "Even food won’t shut you up?"

Xi Nanfeng felt they were avoiding conversation for the night. He sighed loudly but didn’t stop eating.

Ye Cheng cracked open a beer, suddenly turning to Gu Moqian with a serious look and said, "Old Mo, I’ve already tracked down the mafia in Japan tied closely to Ji Chuyang. Their leader is Yamamoto Yu. Years ago, Old Master Ji saved Yamamoto Yu’s daughter. That’s why Yamamoto stepped in to protect Ji Chuyang out of gratitude this time. Yamamoto Yu has significant influence in Tokyo; we shouldn’t take him lightly."

Gu Moqian’s eyes darkened briefly, a sharp glint flashing through them. After a moment’s silence, he responded, "Alright, I understand."

Ye Cheng’s hand, which was clasping the beer can’s tab, froze midway. He raised his eyes to look at him. "You’re still planning to go, aren’t you?"