Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 788: This is to take revenge for Ji Wei with the same method!
No matter how loudly Ji Shanshan screamed, no one responded.
Because there wasn’t a single person outside the door, nobody could possibly hear her voice.
In a fit of rage and desperation, Ji Shanshan pounded on the door with her fists, only to wince in pain and shake her hand uncontrollably. She stood there, her chest rising and falling, and after a few seconds of forced calm, started rummaging through her handbag for her phone.
William received Ji Shanshan’s call while standing in the crowd, watching Ji Wei distribute cake to the guests at the front.
He glanced at the incoming call display indifferently, then casually silenced his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
Ji Shanshan called over a dozen times, but William didn’t answer.
She could hardly believe it—it was an unbearable reality.
This was a hotel owned by the Gu Family, and it didn’t take much thought to know that Gu Moqian must have arranged for her to be locked up here. Now even William wasn’t answering her calls. Who was going to save her?
Ji Shanshan felt like a trapped animal, pacing frantically by the window, searching for a way to escape. But as she looked down at the street scenery lit by neon lights below, her legs nearly gave out.
Clearly, jumping out the window wasn’t an option.
She tried to console herself: Gu Moqian was just locking her up to prevent her from causing trouble at the birthday banquet. Once tonight was over, he would surely let her go.
Besides, her sudden disappearance would definitely prompt the Old Madam Ji to start searching for her.
Just as Ji Shanshan’s nerves began to settle slightly, the sound of the door lock being turned abruptly echoed through the room.
Someone was coming to unlock the door! 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Her face lit up with hope, and she rushed towards the door. Running so hastily, she nearly collided with the man who walked in.
The man was bloated, with a lecherous face, and looked to be at least in his forties. His lascivious stare made Ji Shanshan’s skin crawl, filling her with intense discomfort.
"Hey beautiful, been waiting too long? I’ll make sure you enjoy this..."
The middle-aged man barely finished speaking before lunging at Ji Shanshan like a ravenous beast. Her face turned ashen with fear as she sprinted away, only to be grabbed by her hair and violently yanked backward.
Ji Shanshan felt as though her scalp was being ripped off, crying out in pain, "Ah! What are you doing? Let me go, let me go now!"
She flailed wildly with her hands, trying to hit the man, but he quickly wrenched her arms behind her back.
The man’s strength was shocking. Before Ji Shanshan could even react, he shoved her roughly onto the bed. As the man pressed down on her, the soft mattress trembled beneath them.
"You disgusting bastard! Get off me!"
Ji Shanshan struggled fiercely, but the man’s heavy body pinned her down completely, rendering her resistance futile.
Gradually, Ji Shanshan realized she was losing her strength. Worse, an uncontrollable fire seemed to ignite within her, raging wildly and consuming her rationality.
Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins.
She had been drugged!
In hindsight, everything clicked into place—from the moment her champagne-soaked dress forced her into this trap, orchestrated by Gu Moqian. How could she have forgotten how terrifying Rongcheng’s number one elite, Gu Moqian, truly was?
Memories of two years ago suddenly resurfaced—on this very day, she had used the same despicable trick to drug Ji Wei, almost causing her to be assaulted by Ji Chuyang.
Was Gu Moqian now using the exact same method to exact revenge on behalf of Ji Wei?
The more Ji Shanshan thought about it, the more horrified and panicked she felt. The middle-aged man remained firmly on top of her, leaving her like a fish pinned to the cutting board, powerless and awaiting slaughter.
"No! You can’t do this to me! I’m the second daughter of the Ji Family—let me go! Don’t touch me! Get off!"
Ji Shanshan pushed against the man weakly, resisting desperately in vain.







