Chapter 048: Canceling the Wedding

Mo Shiqian's expression remained unchanged as he uttered two words, "Why?"

"Because I'm a celebrity, dating a big celebrity like you would be a secret affair. Do I need any other reason? Moreover, I just canceled my wedding with Mou Xigu, and now I have a boyfriend, and it's you... How would others see me?"

Undoubtedly, it looked as if she had been having a secret affair with her personal bodyguard for a long time.

Furthermore... With Mo Shiqian being more handsome than most men, people would find it convincing that she was having an affair with him.

The man smiled faintly, "It sounds like quite the sacrifice."

Chi Huan frowned as she looked at the man's handsome profile, "What do you mean?"

"You don't let me be seen with you, we can only sneak around. As a man, I feel quite aggrieved."

He spoke of his grievances, but the contours of his face showed no fluctuation, still emanating a distant aura, as if he were merely making a sober statement.

"You said this morning, 'As long as you want it, as long as I can'."

"I can agree to continue to appear before others in the capacity of your bodyguard."

Chi Huan said a bit angrily, "Are you trying to set conditions with me again?"

The man's voice was very low, so low it seemed to strike a chord in her heart, "One night per week, you listen to me in bed."

He spoke as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and Chi Huan's fair face instantly flushed red, whether from anger or shame, she couldn't tell. If he weren't driving, she would've slapped him, given her usual temper.

She said angrily, "Mo Shiqian, I know men think with the brain down there half the time, but can't you at least try to conceal your sleaziness a little?"

The woman was furious, but Mo Shiqian was as calm as ever, smiling lightly, "In public, you're the queen and I'm the bodyguard. Behind closed doors, you are the pampered miss and I must serve you. Do you still want to be on top in bed?"

He turned to look at her, his deep eyes holding a smile, "Do I look like a man who would put up with such grievances?"

Chi Huan, "..."

How had she ever thought this man was pure and devoid of desire?

She struggled to calm her breathing, but the heat on her face remained unabated, "I've already agreed to your previous conditions. Don't you have any other perverted desires?"

"Not at the moment."

Her eyes widened, "Then what exactly do you want me to listen to you about?"

The man slightly curved his lips, still smiling casually, as if he was discussing something serious, rather than such lewd talk, "I won't hurt you, and I assure you, you'll be comfortable, alright?"

Chi Huan, "..."

She bit her lip hard, her chest roiling with anger.

She turned her face to the car window, neither consenting nor objecting, but Mo Shiqian knew she had temporarily compromised.

By the time they arrived, Chi Huan had spent quite some time changing clothes and applying makeup, and there were only about ten minutes left before the press conference was to begin.

When the Ferrari stopped in the church parking lot and Mo Shiqian opened the door for her to get out, her face was no longer the same as it was in the car, her delicate features calm and coldly stunning.

"I won't enter through the front. Take me directly backstage."

She didn't ask if Mo Shiqian knew where it was, but as soon as she said so, he simply replied, "Alright."

The journey was smooth, and even security made sure her appearance remained unnoticed by the keen-eyed reporters or anyone else, leading her effortlessly to the area behind the church designated for the entry procession.

Mou Xigu stood out in the crowd, towering above them, instantly noticeable.

The first to spot Chi Huan was his secretary, who upon seeing her, first froze, then panicked slightly as she tugged at the man's suit sleeve.

Mou Xigu was dressed in a black suit tailored to fit perfectly, distinguished and elegant. He looked down slightly, as if in thought, his handsome face shadowed with weariness and even a touch of vexation.

After the secretary spoke a word to him, he immediately looked up in her direction.

Chi Huan had been darting around him for four years; he could imagine her appearance with his eyes closed. Yet, upon this glance, an indescribable astonishment took hold of him, making his heart skip a beat.

She was wearing a knee-length red coat, with her seaweed-like long hair tucked into a black scarf, and beneath that, a pair of black high-heeled boots.

As always in the presence of the media, she was exquisitely radiant and boldly superior.

A tall and handsome man still stood behind her.

Chi Huan approached him, tilting her delicate and pretty face upward, a smile on her face that was unusually subdued.

Mou Xigu looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse as he began, "Chi Huan, I'm sorry."

Her coming was not part of his plans, but neither was it unexpected.

"Cancelling the wedding on short notice, are we?"

He looked at her, his eyes growing more complex, but he nodded and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "I will tell everyone that the cancellation of the wedding is my sole fault."

She gave a light laugh, articulating clearly, "Because you slept with Su Yabing?"

Not many heard this remark; Chi Huan's Mo Shiqian and Mou Xigu's secretary behind her, the former expressionless, the latter slightly startled, but neither said anything.

Mou Xigu's gaze fixed on her lightly and recklessly smiling face. From an initial jolt to a frown, his expression eventually turned cold, "Chi Huan," his voice became calmly indifferent, "this is my mistake, I have wronged you... You can blame me, hate me, whatever you want, but it has nothing to do with her. Don't make it difficult for her..."

The last sentence was sharp and cold, "And don't say a single word about her in front of the media."

She waited for him to finish, then with a light and dismissive smile responded, "On what grounds?"

Mou Xigu's face darkened, and he raised his hand to grab her shoulder.

But before his fingers could touch her clothes, they were intercepted, and a calm voice rose from behind her, "Mr. Mou."

He only said two words, but the implication was clear.

Chi Huan glanced at him indifferently, took the wireless microphone a female staff member was coming over to hand to Mou Xigu, turned her head to look at him, her red lips curling up, "The wedding was my adamant wish. So if it's to be canceled, it's not your turn."

Saying this, she turned and headed straight for the church. The several staff members looked at each other, unsure. Without Mou Xigu's order, they didn't dare stop Chi Huan, after all, she wasn't someone easy to provoke.

Mou Xigu looked terrible as he tried to follow her, but the man grabbed his arm, his tone cold and indifferent, "Mr. Mou, the thing you're worried about won't happen. Don't make it happen."

He turned back to the man who spoke, seeing in his clear and indifferent eyes a layer of thin mockery.

Chi Huan, holding the microphone, walked straight under the cross where vows were to be read, lifted the microphone to her lips and said, "I'm only here to announce one thing, I won't answer any questions, so just listen, reporters and friends."

Immediately there was a tumult and discussion below.

With her make-up exquisite, dressed in red, holding the microphone, her red lips revealing an almost socialite's faint smile, "As you know, I pursued Mr. Mou for four years, and he accepted my pursuit a month ago. However, over this month, we've realized we are not right for each other, and have decided to brake timely and cancel the wedding."