7 His Self-Control and Calmness Towards Women Were Close to Abstinence

Chi Huan knew long ago that there were many women who liked Mo Shiqian. She had even walked upon a scene once, where a very qualified movie queen was expressing her love to him. And the movie queen had said that she was willing to offer everything to be with him.

Of course, Chi Huan also saw with her own two eyes how he had refused that actress with a calm expression, despite the fact that she was not just a wealthy movie queen but also a very seductive beauty, whom countless wealthy people secretly chased after.

Mo Shiqian looked like a modest gentleman who always maintained a certain distance from women. However, to a certain extent, this kind of self-control and calmness towards women, that could almost be considered abstinence… made it hard for people to know his personality, and even more difficult for people to get close to him.

Ji Yu's appearance and family background were not comparable to that of the current Chi Huan's and the past Chu Xi's but she was at least a rich and beautiful Young Miss from a wealthy family. There were also many men who chased after her.

Chi Huan asked with a smile, "Do you like him?"

Ji Yu was shy, but she firmly nodded. "He… saved me once by chance."

Chi Huan said indifferently, "Although he is my bodyguard, I never ask about his private life, so I don't know if he has a girlfriend… But, I have heard from my father that he has a fiancée. They have been engaged since their childhood but I don't know the specifics."

Mo Shiqian was her bodyguard. He was an omnipotent figure that was always around her. Other than his appearance and name… Chi Huan didn't know anything else about him.

Ji Yu looked at her expectantly. "Miss Chi… Could you give me his phone number?"

Chi Huan held her head with one hand and remained silent. She did not say yes, nor did she say no.

Her best friend Ning Youran bumped her shoulder lightly. "He's your bodyguard, not your sweetheart. If you have his number, just give it to her. Little Yu is a good girl. Your bodyguard looks reliable. I think they'll be quite suitable for each other."

Chi Huan looked at Ji Yu and didn't say anything, in the end she gave Mo Shiqian's number to her.

Because of Su Yabing's appearance earlier on, Chi Huan was in a bad mood. Although she did not show it on her face, she did not speak much with Ning Youran, nor did she play games with other people beside her.

She sat alone in a corner, drinking.

Ning Youran looked at her from afar and then walked over and sat down beside her. "Huan'er, why do you look so depressed?"

Chi Huan glanced at her and leaned over to hug her. She put her chin on Ning Youran's shoulder and murmured, "Because I'm happy, eh, I'm getting married. The man I chased after for four years will soon fully belong to me."

She acted like a spoiled child. Her tone was rising and charming but she could not hide the deep sorrow in her words.

Ning Youran said, "People always say that a woman doesn't drink when she is happy but instead, when a woman drinks, it means that she is sad."

"Nonsense."

"Did you quarrel with Mo Xigu?"

Quarrel?

Chi Huan shook her head and said in a nasal voice, "No."

Last night, Mo Shiqian soaked her in cold water for an entire night, which caused her to catch a cold. She had recovered a lot after the drip, but a minor illness like a cold could not be cured instantly.

Chi Huan's personality was like this, when she was in the mood to play, she would definitely be the one who was the life of the party, being the most energetic in the crowd.

When she wasn't in the mood, she would just sit quietly by the side, and no one would force her to play or interact.

Ning Youran looked at her for a long while. She stroked her hair and sighed softly, "Alright then, don't drink too much. Go back early and take a good rest."

Chi Huan drank half a bottle of red wine alone. She leaned sideways against the armrest of the sofa and rested on it with her eyes closed.

The atmosphere was very loud but it was too quiet in her heart.

Those who felt lonely would either find a quiet place where no human voices could be heard and stay alone or they would hide themselves in a clamoring crowd, which could sometimes give people a sense of security.

Chi Huan was putting herself in a clamoring crowd right now because she would be alone if she went home… and it was still very early.

…

After drinking and taking a nap, Chi Huan woke up. She lifted her wrist and checked the time on her pale golden watch. It was already past nine o'clock. She gave a small yawn.

She took out her phone from her bag and called Mo Shiqian.

The first time she called, he didn't answer.

Chi Huan furrowed her eyebrows into two caterpillars. He didn't answer her phone?

He had been working for her for a long time but this had never happened before. She dialed his number again and this time her call was quickly answered.

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was as low, deep, and cool as ever, "Young Miss."

Chi Huan was a little stunned. She didn't know if it was her own misconception, but she seemed to hear a piercing indifference from his voice.

She didn't take it seriously though and just said in a flat tone, "I'm not feeling well. I want to go back home to rest early. Come and pick me up."

After a moment of silence, the man replied, "I'm not done here yet. Can I have someone send you back instead?"

Chi Huan had no problem with that. But as she was about to agree, she suddenly remembered something and changed her mind. "No need, I'll call Xigu and ask him to come and pick me up."

"I'm sorry, young Miss. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Chi Huan was a star, but she was also a student in the acting department. When she wasn't filming, she had classes at school. Because of her wedding plans with Mo Xigu, she had taken half a year off. Now that she had time, she would be required to go to school.

"Alright."

After hanging up, Chi Huan dialed Mo Xigu's number instead.

The phone rang for a long time before the call connected through. The man's voice carried obvious fatigue, "Chi Huan, what's the matter?"

"I'm at the Nineteen Ninety-Nine. Mo Shiqian can't send me back because he has something to do. Xigu, can you come and pick me up?"

After a moment of silence, the man replied, "Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."

Chi Huan immediately looked cheerful. "Alright, I'll wait for you."

Chi Huan hung up the phone. She checked the time on her phone screen, it was still early. She opened the games page and began to play a game.

Twenty minutes later, she stood up. She combed her long hair with her fingers and smiled lazily, she said to everyone, "I haven't fully recovered from my cold these past two days. I'm going back to rest early today."

Since she would occasionally leave the party early, no one thought it was strange. Ning Youran said worriedly, "Huan'er, do you want us to send you back?"

Chi Huan smiled sweetly. "No need, Xigu will come to pick me up."

One of their friends who was playing cards teased and said, "If you miss your boyfriend, just say you miss him. There's no need to be shy. Is it necessary to curse yourself to catch a cold?"

Chi Huan didn't explain any further, "Okay, I'll see you guys next time."

Because she drank a bit of wine and had not recovered from her cold, Chi Huan felt slightly drunk and dizzy. She walked on the road as if she were floating.

After she walked out of the Nineteen Ninety-Nine, a gust of cold wind blew, causing her to sober up a little.

She wrapped the large and loose wind coat tighter around her. As she lowered her head and took a breath, she seemed to smell the chilly scent of that man, bringing with it the peace of mind that she had been familiar with for a long time.

Mo Shiqian was rarely absent from her side, and for a time she was not used to it.

The car lights shot over from afar. Chi Huan looked up and saw a silver-gray Lamborghini coming towards her.

It was Mo Xigu's car. Chi Huan jumped for joy and quickened her pace to walk over. She couldn't wait to open the car door on the passenger seat's side and said, "Xigu…"

Then her joyful voice stopped abruptly. The man in the driver's seat was not Mo Xigu.