Chapter 024: Making it seem like she's the one throwing herself at him

Chi Huan finished speaking, then withdrew her gaze, prepared to walk straight past her.

However, before they could brush past each other, her arm was caught by the man.

Mou Xigu held her wrist tightly, his fingers firm, as he looked down at the woman's pale face below him, and a sentence spilled from his throat, "Post another statement or a Weibo to clarify those equivocal words you said this morning, and after I have a lawyer handle Yabing and her husband's matter, I will keep my distance from her."

Chi Huan fell silent for a while before she finally spoke, "What exactly do you mean by keeping your distance?"

He let go of her hand, saying indifferently, "I won't meet with her alone, and even if there really is something, I will inform you, my fiancee. This way, are you satisfied?"

Chi Huan was somewhat surprised.

Because she knew very well that for Mou Xigu, this was a compromise, a lowering of his stance.

She pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, "How did you come to this realization all of a sudden?"

Mou Xigu looked at her face and said, "From the day I agreed to marry you, I never thought about canceling the engagement, and it's still the same until now. As for Yabing..."

His gaze grew concentrated, seeming to darken, as his tone became even more indifferent, "She's not doing well now, and I have my responsibilities for that because back then, not only did my mother force me to break up with her, but she also pressured her to leave her hometown alone for America, which caused her to marry in haste—and to marry such a man."

Chi Huan could hear the regret for Su Yabing in his words, as well as the slight resentment towards Madam Mo.

But she also believed his words.

Yet unexpectedly, the scene from last night at the hospital entrance flashed before her eyes.

His protection, and Su Yabing's eyes filled with affection.

A heavy feeling constricted her heart.

It seemed like she was breathing heavily, and then she raised her face towards him and showed a smile, "Then let's make it tomorrow. I'll book a private room at 1999. You ask Miss Su to arrange a time with her husband, and also call the lawyer you're finding for her. I'll accompany you."

Mou Xigu stared into her eyes for a while, "Alright," he said before taking her hand again, and spoke softly, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Chi Huan shook her head.

"I'll take you out for dinner, then take you home to rest."

She didn't refuse and turned to look at Shiqian by her side, "I can't drive my car now, this place is quite remote. Join us, and when we get to the city, you can take a taxi home."

Mou Xigu silently watched Chi Huan speaking.

For years, Shiqian had almost been Chi Huan's shadow. If he remembered correctly, at first, she didn't like this man, but later on, it seemed like she got used to him and even relied on him somewhat.

But now, between them, there was an even more familiar, natural intimacy, and even a closeness no one else could intrude upon.

Shiqian gave her a fleeting glance and spoke indifferently, "I've notified my friend to come over. He should be here already. Miss, you can just go to dinner with Mr. Mo."

With that, he nodded slightly, then took the lead in walking away.

Chi Huan didn't say anything and followed Mou Xigu back to the city center. After finishing dinner at a restaurant, Chi Huan bought a new phone at a nearby mall, and, upon remembering that Shiqian's phone was thrown away by her, she also picked out one for him.

The Lamborghini was parked below Chi Huan's apartment building.

Mou Xigu was bent down, unbuckling his seatbelt, when the woman beside him finally leaned over, her head resting on his shoulder, and with a click, she took a photo.

He frowned, glanced at the screen, and although it was a selfie, it did not capture his full face, just hers resting on his shoulder, along with some car interior decorations included in the shot.

After taking it, she moved back to her own seat, "Okay, you can pick me up tomorrow. If all goes well, we might even try on a wedding dress."

He looked at her and spoke slowly, "Mmm, okay, you should rest early."

Chi Huan went to take a bath and changed into new clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, she found an unanswered call on the phone thrown onto the bed and casually redialed it.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

In her ear was the man's deep and indifferent voice, "Miss."

She laughed and asked while drying her hair, "How did you know I could use my phone?" She had bought a new phone and, conveniently, had gotten her old SIM card replaced. Although it was after working hours, Mou Xigu always found a way to handle such small matters.

"Do I need to come pick you up tomorrow?"

"No need, just wait for me in the private room I've reserved at 1999. I'll go over with Xigu."

His reply was succinct, "Okay."

"Did you buy a new phone?"

"Not yet."

"I actually bought one for you too when I got mine. To make up for it, just bring your SIM card tomorrow."

"Understood."

"I'm going to sleep after I finish drying my hair. Good night."

"Mmm, goodbye."

After hanging up, Chi Huan looked at her phone and pursed her lips. Did he have to be so terse, making it seem like she was the one pursuing him? Who was the employer and who was the bodyguard here?

It was only because she was good-natured. Any other employer would have fired him for disrespect without a second thought.

...

The next morning, as soon as Chi Huan went downstairs, Mou Xigu's car was already parked below.

But as she approached, she saw through the rolled-down window a woman sitting in the passenger seat.

Her facial expression instantly subdued, but she didn't show anything else and continued to walk towards the car in her high heels, step by step.

Mou Xigu had already gotten out of the car and was pulling open the rear door for her by the time she reached it.

He gazed at her young and beautiful features and eyes and, as if unintentionally, began to explain, "The hospital is close to my place, so I picked up Yabing on the way. She has an injury on her face and it's inconvenient for her to go out."

It was always easy to guess Chi Huan's mood because the capricious woman saw no need to hide her feelings; they were evident on her face and in her eyes.

For instance, at that moment, she seemed somewhat displeased, even the sparkle in her eyes appeared to have thorns.

She didn't mind Mou Xigu giving Yabing a ride, but what she minded was...

...the fact that he allowed Yabing to so rightfully take the passenger seat, a position that signified something those born into wealthy families understood or were more cautious of its meaning.

Chi Huan bent to get into the car, her red lips curving into a smile, "Speaking of which, Ms. Su's injury is partly due to my fans. I feel a bit sorry about that, but they've already spent a night in the police station. If Ms. Su is no longer angry, could she let them out?"

Su Yabing hurriedly turned her head, "I'm sorry, Miss Chi..."

She hadn't finished her sentence when she met Chi Huan's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then forced a smile, "I talked to Xigu about it last night... but he was still angry, and I couldn't persuade him. He'll call the police station later to withdraw the complaint."

She looked at the wound on Chi Huan's forehead and asked cautiously, "Miss Chi, is your injury okay?"