Pushing him away, she walked barefoot into the bathroom with a sullen tone.
After taking a shower and putting on a bathrobe, she found that the man was no longer in the bedroom. She closed the door, took out her clothes and put them on before arranging her long hair in front of the mirror.
The skin that used to be fair inexplicably looked extra bloody, white and rosy.
Mo Shiqian was cooking noodles in the kitchen. She walked to the door and asked with a straight face, "I need to pack things. Do you have a box?"
He was tall and tall, wearing a very simple dark gray sweater. Even when he was standing in the kitchen, he didn't look fussy. "There's no need to pack it away. I bought it for temporary use. Just leave it here."
"No, I want to take it away."
The man turned his head and looked over, "Are you missing?"
She was speechless, and she certainly wasn't lacking.
"If you need it or if you like it, I'll get it for you."
Chi Huan, "..."
Leaving her things here clearly means that she will stay here again in the future.
But she felt that she had to take it away, and she seemed to be trying to cover up something. It was not a very important thing in the first place, and she did not lack it.
So she went back angrily, taking only the bag she bought that day, and then picked up a few lipsticks she liked and threw them in. The other clothes were sorted and put in the cloakroom, and the skin care products and makeup were also put away in boxes.
When eating noodles, she lowered her head and ate them silently.
He was ready to ignore him.
But...she didn't feel much influence from him.
He didn't even seem to notice, everything was as usual, not to mention he wasn't a man of many words.
He could only say a few more words to coax her when he wanted to go to bed with her.
In the underground parking lot, Mo Shiqian drove her car back to her and opened the door for her as usual.
She frowned and said sullenly, "What about the reporters outside my neighborhood?"
The man said calmly, "It's been taken care of."
Chi Huan, "..."
When did this happen
She had some dark guesses as to whether this man wanted her to leave early.
The car drove downstairs to her apartment, and sure enough, there was no sign of the reporter. Only then did Chi Huan remember what happened in 1999 last night. This man was more capable than she thought. Dealing with a few reporters was nothing.
But I haven't been back for several days, and the silence that comes when I open the door and shop seems to be stained with a layer of dust.
The man's deep black eyes stared at her condescendingly, and his voice was still low, "Let the servants from the Chi family come over to clean up the house for you before cooking, okay?"
She sat on the sofa and said nothing.
Mo Shiqian didn't seem to care. He raised his hand to touch her head and said calmly, "You rest at home. I'll come over in the evening."
… …
After he left, Chi Huan sat alone on the familiar sofa, holding her familiar pillow in a daze.
The three days she stayed at the Xishan Mansion were like a dream, perhaps absurd, but enough for her to escape briefly.
Returning here is equivalent to returning to reality.
Looking up, the bouquet of roses on the table had begun to wither when she left, if it had completely withered.
When Chi Huan opened his laptop in the study to check the script in his mailbox, his phone suddenly vibrated.
She raised her eyes and saw the words "Moxi Gu" lit up on the screen.
Chi Huan looked at the blue brocade box next to the notebook, then reached out to pick up the phone and swiped to answer it.
"Chi Huan."
Mo Xigu's voice was a little hoarse and a little surprised. He probably didn't expect that she would answer the phone suddenly, so he didn't know what to say.
She stared at the screen of her laptop and said calmly, "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm home."
After a moment of silence, the man asked on the other end, "Can you come out and meet me?"
Chi Huan played with the brocade box with his fingers and agreed without hesitation, "Okay."
Mo Xigu reported the agreed time and place there, and they made an appointment at a Western restaurant at noon.
"good."
… …
At noon, a Western restaurant with a relatively hidden booth.
When Chi Huan arrived, Mo Xigu had already arrived. He was looking at the river view outside the window in a trance. He didn't look back until the bag was placed on the table and made a slight sound.
The woman was dressed plainly, wearing a low-key black coat, a beige scarf covering her face, still wearing a pair of huge brown sunglasses, and her long hair was tied up.
After sitting down, she took off her scarf and sunglasses.
It was only a few days, but it seemed like months had passed since we met again.
She only wore a simple light makeup, but her complexion was indescribably good, and there was no trace of sadness in her eyebrows as speculated by the outside world. She was pure and clean, less of a little girl's charm and more of a little woman. Quiet.
On the contrary, he was still handsome, but there was a lingering haze between his gentle brows, and he was even a little distracted and haggard.
"Can I help you?"
Mo Xigu looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Where are you staying these days?"
Chi Huan smiled, "You came out just to ask this, right?"
He looked at her for a while and then said calmly, "Sister Yao said that no one can contact you during this period, and they don't know where you are. They are worried that something will happen to you."
"I'm fine, I just want to be quiet for a while."
Mo Xigu looked at her deeply and said slowly, "You left in a hurry that day and I didn't have time to say sorry to you. Chi Huan, I'm sorry."
He actually said this in church.
But in the past few days since she disappeared, his apologies had grown crazily.
He couldn't even get used to it. She suddenly disappeared from his life, the woman he was originally prepared to spend the rest of his life with.
I can't say it's heartbreaking, but I'm not used to it, and it feels empty.
He called her several times every day, but she never answered. Today she suddenly agreed to meet him... It was also unexpected to him. He thought she would never appear in front of him again.
Chi Huan said lightly, "It's over."
As she said that, she put the bag on her knees, opened the hidden buckle, took out the blue brocade box from inside, and moved it to him with her fingers, "I won't take all the other things you gave me. I sorted it out and gave it back to you, but the ring is different, so I gave it back to you."
Some things do not have to be returned, but some things cannot be collected.
Because it is a wedding ring, and also because it is a nine-carat diamond.
Mo Xigu looked at the box, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, "You don't have to give it back to me."
She chuckled, "Specially? I thought you came out to me for something."
In fact, she agreed to come out to meet him mainly to return the ring.
But she really wasn't too repelled by seeing him. Anyway, she was fine at home for the time being.
Mo Xigu looked at the ring box, raised his head and was about to say something—
There was a click and a white light flashed.