Chapter 039: Before the Wedding (Part 2)

During the four years she pursued Mou Xigu, she had faced numerous rivals—every woman who might become a romantic threat was eliminated by her before they even had a chance to make a move.

Su Yabing was her greatest rival, but she was just one of many.

As long as she went inside now, tomorrow would still belong to her grand wedding.

She was very clear that if forced to choose between her and Su Yabing, Mou Xigu would definitely choose her.

Yet, even though reason gave her countless excuses to enter, she remained motionless in the driver's seat, staring at the continuously operating windshield wipers until the dim sky gradually darkened.

The outside world seemed to have been reduced to nothing but heavy rain.

She looked up at the tall lamp in front of the villa; the rainwater appeared exceptionally beautiful under the orange light.

The sky had completely darkened.

Chi Huan reached for her phone and tapped the screen, which clearly displayed the time on the lock screen.

18:13.

An hour had already passed.

She opened the door and got out of the car, cold rain and chill wind instantly enveloping her.

Chi Huan walked to the front of the villa, stood under the light, shadow elongated, with rain droplets falling on it.

She raised her hand intending to enter the passcode, then remembered that the last time she was here, Mou Xigu had not given her the code; she didn't know how to get in.

Her hand retreated and fell back to her side.

She took out her phone, opened the contacts list, and hit "call" on Xigu's name.

Outside the villa, it was damp and chillingly cold; inside, it was brightly lit and warm.

In the living room.

Su Yabing's wet clothes had been changed, and even her hair was already blow-dried. Several bottles of wine were on the coffee table, and she was drinking them one after another.

Mou Xigu initially tried to stop her. Su Yabing raised her face with the wine glass and smiled at him, "Do you want me to attend your wedding tomorrow, to see how beautiful your bride looks in her wedding gown?

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Yabing."

"I won't go tomorrow. Today, this glass… consider it your wedding toast," she downed it in one gulp, her eyes showing a hint of drunken haze, she emptied the glass upside down, smiling, "I'll toast to your happiness, you do as you wish."

Mou Xigu stared at her pale and gaunt face for a while, then eventually said nothing, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one go, put down the glass, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, between us, I owe you an apology."

Because of him, she had been forced abroad, longing for him amidst Yang Hao's madness and violence, even when imprisoned and drugged by his mother, she refused to surrender herself to Yang Hao. Yet tomorrow, he was going to marry another woman.

Su Yabing watched him, giggled lightly, then continued to pour and force down glass after glass.

When the phone on the coffee table vibrated, there were already two empty bottles.

As Su Yabing was about to pour another drink, her gaze fell upon the screen displaying the name Chi Huan, which immediately stabbed at her eyes.

Mou Xigu saw it too.

After a few seconds, he still picked up the phone, slid to answer, and pressed his voice especially low, "Chi Huan."

The woman's voice on the phone was familiar, "Xigu, where are you?"

Mou Xigu grew silent for a moment, glanced at the woman who was palely smiling, and closed his eyes, "At the office, is something the matter?"

There was silence on the other end for quite some time.

He asked again, "Chi Huan, is there something you need?"

"Yes, come to my place, I'm waiting for you."

He frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Something important."

"Okay, I got it."

"I'll wait for you."

He grunted in acknowledgment, hung up the phone, and bent over to grab his car keys, but before his fingers could touch them, he was suddenly embraced by a soft woman, followed by a desperate, frenzied, and sloppy kiss on his lips, trembling with both panic and madness.

Su Yabing was half-kneeling on the carpet, looking up at him with a face full of tears, "Don't... go... Xigu, I love you, those years I was in America, every day I was thinking of you..."

She sobbed uncontrollably, "Your mom gave me that kind of medicine... my mind was full of you too, how can you treat this place as your and her new house... how could you..."

Speaking intermittently, she threw herself into his arms, her hands wrapping around his neck, and kissed him again with reckless abandon.

Outside the villa.

Chi Huan looked down at the phone screen that had been blurred by the rainwater.

16:50.

It had already been half an hour since the call ended.

......

The private room in 1999.

Feng Xing, with a cigarette between his lips, watched the man across the sofa who was drinking expressionlessly and snickered, "Got dumped?"

Mo Shiqian's face was cold, and he didn't even lift his eyes.

Because he didn't look up, he failed to see the bewitchingly wicked face of Feng Xing emerging behind the pale smoke.

After drinking the second glass, Mo Shiqian's eyebrows suddenly furrowed deeply, and he looked up to see Feng Xing looking back at him with glee. In a cold voice, he asked, "What did you put in my drink?"

Feng Xing removed the cigarette from his thin lips and smiled casually, "It's the same medicine you found for Chi Huan before."

Mo Shiqian's eyes darkened with ire, "Are you insane?"

It wasn't that he was slow to realize, it was that if anyone in the world could catch Mo Shiqian off guard, it would definitely be Feng Xing.

Who would have thought he'd be so bored as to drug him with Chunyi Medicine.

Feng Xing blew a smoke ring and spread his hands slightly, his lips curling into a thin smile. In a languid tone, he said, "6437, if you're really a man, go sleep with Liang Manyue. Are you waiting for her to turn your cuckoldry into a vast green field?"

Mo Shiqian's handsome face remained impassive, unaffected.

Feng Xing kicked over with his long leg, mocking without mercy, "What, are you missing a part? If I had a fiancée, just waiting for her to turn eighteen before I make a move would already be the epitome of decency, and you're still waiting to get married? What kind of puritan are you? You think if you wait much longer Tang Yuezhe won't beat you to it?"

Mo Shiqian lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, his sarcasm nonchalant, "You always move the fastest; that girl wasn't even eighteen when you 'handled' her, landed yourself from the army straight into prison. Is she yours now?"

The flirtatiousness in Feng Xing's eyes vanished, replaced instantly by a deep malevolence.

Mo Shiqian held the wine glass, feeling the blood in his body starting to heat up, and a faint impulsive urge was rising from below his abdomen.

With furrowed brows, he still put down the wine glass and stood up. His handsome features displayed an ascetic calmness, showing no signs of disturbance, and the stride of his long legs retained their orderly rhythm.

His hand pulled the door handle, his voice indifferent, "6437?"

"Get lost!"

Mo Shiqian walked out.

6437—he of course knew what password Feng Xing would have set for him, and with just a push, the door opened.

Passing through the entrance, he could instantly see Liang Manyue sitting restlessly on the sofa.

Seeing him, she abruptly stood up from the sofa, her face showing a mix of shock and anger, "Was it you... who had someone bring me here?"