Chapter 050: Who Said I Wanted to Sleep in Your Bed?

The man driving still looked straight ahead, "Back to the Chi Family's place?"

Chi Huan frowned, without a second thought, said, "No."

"Then where do you plan to go?"

She pursed her lips, where to go.

Where could she go? Over the years, if she wasn't filming and staying in a hotel, she was living alone in the apartment at No. 10 Ming Estate. The Chi Family home, since she had moved out at eighteen to live on her own, she hardly ever stayed there even for New Year's Eve.

She took a long time to answer, and the man driving spoke indifferently, "To my house?"

He phrased it as a question, but his tone was completely declarative.

"To a hotel."

As the car approached the intersection, Mo Shiqian turned, not even phrasing it as a question this time, "We're going to my house."

Chi Huan glared angrily, "I said I'm going to a hotel. Who wants to go to your house."

Was this man turning the world upside down?

The man patiently said, "My house has better conditions than a hotel, and no reporters will find their way there."

"I won't stay at the home of a single man either."

Mo Shiqian was silent for a moment, "I am not a single man."

Chi Huan, "..."

The man glanced at her with her cheeks puffed up in anger, and smiled faintly, "Telling you to go to my house isn't about making it convenient for me to exercise my rights, but because you have nowhere else to go. As for the rights you promised to me, whether you stay at my house or a hotel, there's no difference."

Chi Huan fell silent.

So be it, she would go to his house, it was only temporary after all. Besides, if he didn't take his medication, he surely wouldn't dare to force her against her will, would he?

The car drove on.

Chi Huan only felt a dull pain in her abdomen that grew increasingly intense. She pressed her palm against her stomach and said weakly, "Mo Shiqian, did you poison my breakfast?"

Mo Shiqian turned his head and noticed the girl's pale face, her features all wrinkled together, his face darkened, "Feeling unwell?"

"My stomach hurts so much."

He furrowed his brows and said gravely, "To the hospital."

"Not going to the hospital."

"Don't be stubborn with your own health, hmm?"

"Mo Shiqian, I said I'm not going to the hospital."

The reply came in two words, low and steady, "No."

"It might be... a problem with the contraceptive."

Contraceptives?

Mo Shiqian's expression became even more stern, "Then we have to go."

Chi Huan said irritably, "Go for what? The whole world knows I cancelled my wedding with Mou Xigu today. Do I look like I'd go to bed last night? Are you trying to play the role of an adulterer or do you want me to get slandered as a promiscuous woman?"

The man gave her a look and quieted down, the car did not change direction.

He picked up the phone that was resting up front and dialed a number, and as soon as it connected, he said coldly, "Arrange for a doctor to go to Xishan Mansion, it's a drug allergy case."

After he spoke, he did not wait for the other side to respond before hanging up the phone and throwing it back to the far end.

The car sped up.

Chi Huan's pain intensified, and by the time the car stopped, her consciousness was already blurry from the pain.

Mo Shiqian naturally could only carry her out of the car, upstairs.

She clutched the collar of his shirt, "I'm dying of pain, all because of you, you bastard."

The man held her in his arms, not uttering a word.

The sense of grievance that had not been noticed before now surged like a high tide once an opening had been made; for Chi Huan, suffering this unwarranted pain was just that opening.

"It's all your fault... I was fine at home... and you came to force yourself on me."

"With all such filthy thoughts in your head, why couldn't you remember to wear a condom?"

"Would I have suffered like this if you had worn a condom?"

She was weak and incoherent, her eyes filled with tears, appearing utterly fragile, constantly blaming him all the way.

Mo Shiqian remained silent, his thin lips slowly forming a straight line.

Upon entering, he carried her straight to the bedroom. As he was about to place her on the bed, Chi Huan snapped irritably, "Is this your bed? Who said I wanted to sleep in your bed?"

"I don't have any other beds here."

She didn't believe it, "How can there be no guest room?"

Mo Shiqian flatly said, "Your apartment doesn't have a guest room either."

Chi Huan, "..."

Tears sparkled in her eyes, whether from anger or from feeling wronged, and it certainly wasn't just about this one issue.

Mo Shiqian watched her, feeling a faint twinge of heartache, and coaxed softly, "I changed the sheets and bedding, okay?"

She looked at him and then glanced around the man's room, finally sniffling, "Fine, you seem clean enough. Put me down and let me lie down."

Her abdomen felt as if it was being squeezed by something, leaving her with no strength throughout her body, and being held like this was also uncomfortable.

The man hummed in acknowledgment, placed her on the bed, and said softly and gently, "The doctor will be here soon, just hang in there a little longer."

The more aggrieved a woman felt, the less she could be comforted, for the more she was consoled, the sadder she became.

During the years Mo Shiqian had been her bodyguard, albeit respectful, he had always been aloof, never showing such tenderness, as if his warmth had stiffened.

Chi Huan was simply in too much pain and too weak to make a fuss with him, otherwise, she would have thrown another tantrum.

She had said this morning that she didn't want him to turn himself in and go to prison, and she even knew it wasn't intentional on his part, and that part of the reason for this calamity was her insistence on calling him over.

But how could she not blame him? Not only had her innocence been taken, but now she was in such pain.

So looking at his face now, she felt both anger and blame. She remembered to take her medicine, so why couldn't he remember to wear a condom?

Mo Shiqian had never comforted a woman before, and he didn't know how to.

Yet as he looked at her like this, his brow furrowed and never relaxed, and he even felt a sense of powerlessness that was unprecedented in his life; such moments of helplessness were rare throughout his life.

He rose to pour a cup of warm water and carefully, patiently fed her half of it, then knelt with bent knees beside her, gently massaging her aching abdomen with his hand.

It might have been a bit effective because Chi Huan stopped silently crying with her eyes closed.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived in about ten minutes, accompanied by Feng Xing.

Following a quick examination and confirmation that it was a drug allergy—since Mo Shiqian had mentioned it before—the doctor had brought medication along and quickly and skillfully set up an IV for Chi Huan.

"You should feel less pain after the IV, but you might be weak afterward. However, you should recover after resting at home for a day or two. Remember to replenish your nutrition. There won't be any serious problems."

It was only then that Mo Shiqian's previously somber expression visibly lightened.

Chi Huan fell asleep not long after the IV was finished.

Closing the door, the group moved to the living room.

With a snap, Feng Xing pressed down the lighter and lit a cigarette, glancing at the young doctor and slowly began to speak, "Do you know why I specifically sought you out?"

The young doctor adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, "You both can rest assured, I'm only responsible for treating patients, and no gossip will come out of my mouth."

Sensational.

The big star Chi Huan had an allergic reaction to birth control pills, and clearly, the reason for her taking them wasn't her wealthy fiance.

But however sensational, it was useless; he didn't dare leak Mo Shiqian's gossip, and it seemed like he was quite worried about that woman.