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Chapter 11: Mo Shiqian Looked at Her
Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the phone chuckled. “Okay, I understand.”
Mo Shiqian gave a response of agreement and then hung up the phone. He casually placed it in the front compartment.
The white Ferrari stopped at the building of the high-end apartment where Chi Huan lived alone.
The woman in the passenger’s seat opened her eyes. “Are we home?”
Mo Shiqian got out of the car directly and opened the car door for her.
Seeing her move slowly, he leaned over and reached out to help her unfasten the seat belt without saying a word.
“Mo Shiqian.”
Her voice was not as soft as usual, it sounded instead a little cold and a little hoarse.
“Em?”
“I’m not feeling well. I have no strength.”
The man didn’t speak. He picked her up and took her out of the car, and closed the car door with his knee.
Chi Huan’s forehead rested on his shoulder, and her long, kelp like hair fell, and floated in the wind.
She whispered his name again, “Mo Shiqian.”
“Em.”
“Deal with the matter that happened today cleanly, I don’t want to see any gossip about it in the media.”
“I will.”
Mo Shiqian held her and walked into the apartment from the parking area. The cool breeze blew, quiet and refreshing.
Chi Huan smelled the chilly and familiar scent on him. She suddenly felt that she was so weak. “What were you doing tonight?”
Her voice was constantly maintained at the low volume and it seemed that her words dissipated in the wind as soon as she finished a sentence.
After a while, he replied in a flat tone, “I was handling some problems for my fiancée.”
“You are so kind to your fiancée…” she murmured.
When the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say in a very light tone, “Young Miss, you deserve a better man.”
…
As soon as the apartment door opened and Chi Huan’s feet were placed on the floor, she took off her wind coat and handed it to the man beside her. “I’m going to take a shower.”
She then walked straight into the bathroom.
Mo Shiqian watched her back disappear from his sight. He also conveniently put the wind coat down on the sofa, then turned around and went out.
Chi Huan turned on the shower. The warm water poured down from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
In the spray of the hot water, there was not a trace of charm on her delicate face which should be easily found in ordinary times. There was only coldness and numbness.
Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy. Not long after, she quickly turned off the shower. She pulled the towel off the rail and used it to dry her hair and wipe the water on her body casually. When she went to put on her clothes, she realized that she didn’t bring any clean clothes in with her. So she wrapped herself in her bath towel and walked out.
She wandered barefoot across the carpet, drying her hair as she moved. The whole apartment was so quiet that it was almost completely silent.
After experiencing the night’s incident, Chi Huan especially rejected this silence.
She pursed her lips and shouted towards the door, “Mo Shiqian.”
“Mo Shiqian …”
She called several times in a row, but the only sound that answered her was the echo of her own voice and the deeper silence.
Had he left?
She frowned. Why didn’t the man tell her that he was leaving?
Chi Huan was already depressed and now she was even more upset. She couldn’t tell why she felt this way at this moment or why she particularly hoped that he would be by her side, even if he didn’t talk to her or stay in the same room with her.
If she stayed in the bedroom and he stayed in the living room outside, that would be perfectly fine.
She didn’t have the patience to dry her hair, so she threw the towel onto the bed casually. Then she took a nightgown out of the cabinet where she usually put her underclothes and pyjamas.
Looking at the half-open door, she gave up the idea of closing the door after pondering for a couple of seconds.
She was the only one at home now, it made no difference whether the bedroom door was open or not, as long as the curtains were closed.
Pulling the bath towel off and letting it slide onto the carpet, Chi Huan lifted her foot and took a step forward, about to pick up her nightgown that was at the end of the bed.
However, a subtle noise suddenly sounded at the door.
Chi Huan immediately realized something. Her movements froze, and she turned her head reflexively.
Mo Shiqian’s tall and straight figure stood at the door, with his deep and calm pupils narrowed slightly, focusing on her body. He also froze in place for a while, without any response.
Chi Huan stared at him blankly for three seconds.
Suddenly, she came to senses, like her nerves had been lit on fire. She covered her breasts with her hands and shouted at him in a panic, “You … What are you standing there for!? Haven’t you … left?”
Her face had been pale and bloodless all night, but in just a few seconds it was like all the blood in her body had rushed into her head and was about to drip out from her face.
Mo Shiqian looked at her. His static figure didn’t improve at all. His thin lips were slightly opened and his voice sounded low and hoarse, “I… I went downstairs and bought some medicine.”
Chi Huan was stunned for a few more seconds before she shouted at him angrily, “Then why are you still looking at me? Get out!”
With a bang, the door was slammed closed.
The man had stepped back and closed the door from the outside.
Chi Huan was startled by this sound, and she stood there like a slow fool.
Outside the door.
Mo Shiqian stood with his head down. His breathing was disordered and his right hand, that was holding the doorknob tightly, was white at the finger knuckles.
He closed his eyes, but the scene he saw just now appeared clearly in his mind instantly.
Chi Huan was very petite. She was like a small ball when he held her in his arms. In front of the media and outsiders, she had the dual temperament of a girl and a queen, so she was crowned as the sweet queen by the media.
He had seen many different sides of her… more than anyone else, but he had also ignored these different sides more easily than anyone else.
Her seaweed-like wet hair spread over her shoulders and fell down to her waist.
Chi Huan had dressed herself properly and she now chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.
She wore a long white dress and a gray sweater, which looked like an unusual but elegant match; her long black hair was still wet.
As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The night outside the window was pervading and he seemed to be enjoying the dark scenery.
Biting her lips, Chi Huan was about to speak, but the man heard the noise and turned around.
His deep, straight gaze fell on her face.
They looked into each other’s eyes. Chi Huan had organized and prepared something to say, but now her mind had turned blank again.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, then looked down at her feet. She was standing on the carpet with bare feet and curled toes.