Chapter 035: You Never Truly Had Her, But You're About to Lose Her

Ning Youran understood Chi Huan's personality, and indeed, it was her style, so she said no more.

After such a fuss, Chi Huan's mood for drinking had been pretty much affected, and after just a few glasses of low-alcohol red wine, she remembered she hadn't had dinner and started complaining about hunger, so they simply decided to go to a nearby restaurant for food.

They ate while chatting and drinking.

The meal lasted nearly one or two hours, and when Ning Youran went to pay the bill, Chi Huan was so drunk she couldn't stand up.

Ning Youran struggled to support her, "Huanhuan, do you want your boyfriend to come pick you up, or should Mo Shiqian come instead?"

Chi Huan clung to her arm, her head resting on her shoulder, "Hmm... of course... the boyfriend."

"Then give me your phone, and I'll call him."

Chi Huan, whether she heard her or not, closed her eyes and rubbed her face against her shoulder, neither responding to her question nor taking out her phone.

Ning Youran had no choice, as she didn't have Mou Xigu's number, and even if she took Chi Huan's phone, she wouldn't be able to unlock it... Judging by her current state of intoxication, she probably couldn't unlock it either.

She rummaged through her bag for her own phone and took a while to find Mo Shiqian's number—Chi Huan had given it to her saying that if she couldn't find her, she should call her bodyguard.

The call connected shortly after.

"Mo Shiqian? I'm Chi Huan's friend, the one you just saw at Valley House. Are you available now?"

There was silence for a moment, then the man's cold and deep voice rose, "What's wrong with her?"

Who he meant by "her" was self-explanatory.

"Oh, the thing is, Huanhuan is drunk, and I don't have her boyfriend's number. Can you come over and take her home?"

After a few seconds of silence, the man's tone unchanged, "Miss Ning, I'll give you Mou Shao's number, let him come over to pick her up."

Ning Youran frowned, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, not to mention it was Mo Shiqian's duty as a bodyguard to escort Chi Huan, having just seen Chi Huan defending him so fiercely at Valley House—was this really his attitude?

Possibly guessing her thoughts, Mo Shiqian spoke indifferently from the other end, "The young miss is drunk, probably because she's had a fight with Mou Shao."

Ning Youran was not slow-witted, and immediately understood his implication; Huanhuan had argued with Mou Xigu, and this was an opportunity for reconciliation, "Alright then, send me the number."

Less than ten seconds after hanging up, Mo Shiqian sent the number over.

Ning Youran dialed the number right away.

In a hospital ward.

Mou Xigu was restlessly looking at the woman on the hospital bed; as soon as his phone vibrated, he picked it up immediately.

The display showed an unfamiliar number without a contact name. Su Yabing, who was a light sleeper, made a slight noise. His brow furrowed, but he still swiped to hang up the call.

Before he could put the phone back, it vibrated again. His frown deepened. He took it out intending to hang up once more but then noticed the screen showed Mo Shiqian's name.

His gaze sharpened, darkened, and then he strode towards the door, sliding to answer the call as he opened it.

In a tone detached and nonchalant, "Mou Shao."

Mou Xigu stood in the hospital's corridor, the pale tones immersed in the scent of disinfectant, "You're looking for me, what's the matter?"

Mo Shiqian's indifferent voice came from the other end, "The young miss is drunk."

Chi Huan was drunk.

His thin lips pressed tightly, a deeper sense of irritation surged, he closed his eyes, and finally spoke heavily, "Understood."

"Mou Shao, let me give you a piece of advice," the man on the end of the phone spoke with a clear and indifferent voice, "Chi Huan's thoughts are not as shallow as you think, Su Yabing's thoughts are deeper than you believe, and also, don't be too certain of a woman's verbal affections—you have never truly had her, but you are about to lose her."

Mou Xigu was stunned, and before he could say anything, the call was cut from the other side.

He was left echoing with the man's chilling, even slightly mocking words in his ears.

[You have never truly had her, but you are about to lose her.]

The second call from Ning Youran came in, he stared at the string of numbers, and still, he answered it.

"Is this Mou Xigu? I'm a friend of Chi Huan."

"Where are you guys?"

"Ah?"

"I'll come to pick her up, where are you."

Ning Youran was a bit baffled; she hadn't even said what had happened yet. But she didn't think much about it and gave the address, "We're at the Valley House opposite to 1999, do you know where that is?"

"Mhm, I'll be right there."

Before Ning Youran could agree, all that remained on the phone was a busy tone.

Mou Xigu put away his phone and returned to the hospital room, only to discover that the woman who was lying down had already woken up. Her complexion was pale and bloodless, like paper, and she herself seemed as thin as a paper cutout.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

Su Yabing gently shook her head, "Xigu."

"The doctor said you need to rest, go to sleep."

In the woman's eyes brimmed full sorrow, "Your mother said, in a couple of days… you'll be marrying her."?

Mou Xigu looked at her, silent for a few seconds, "Yes."

She asked with some difficulty, "Is it… because of me?"

"No, I had already planned to marry her."

"Then… Xigu, do you love her?"

Love?

The vision of him giving her flowers, and her smile as she held the red roses, suddenly appeared before his eyes. His throat felt as if it was blocked, unable to admit, nor able to utter a denial.

Su Yabing repeated the question, "Do you love her?"

Before she could finish her sentence, tears had already overflowed from her eyes, pale, anguished, and even desperate.

She lowered her head, tears smashing onto the bedding, and yet she forced a smile, "In your heart, do you actually blame me for getting married so soon after leaving you?"

Mou Xigu looked at her, not speaking.

Actually, she was right; he did blame her because while he was still in great pain, she had already entered into matrimony.

Su Yabing lifted her face, tears already spreading across her entire face, with a pleading look amidst her mournful expression, "If you don't love her… can you not marry her?"

She bit her lip hard, "I just wanted to come back and see what kind of girl you were marrying… but I realized, I truly can't bear to watch you get married…"

She sat on the hospital bed, crying uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking violently as if she would collapse at any moment.

Mou Xigu looked at her disheveled black hair spread across the white bedding and inevitably felt a softness in his heart. Once upon a time, he thought he would love her for a lifetime.

As a result, now he was being forced by his mother to the extent of slitting his wrist to preserve his purity.

A low sigh, he still walked over and leaned down to embrace her shoulders.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Ning Youran watched Chi Huan slumped over the table while she glanced at the time and waited.

Until a man around forty years old approached, asking politely, "Excuse me, are you Miss Chi and Miss Ning?"

Ning Youran frowned, "We are, and you are?"

"I'm Mr. Mo's driver; Mr. Mo sent me to take Miss Chi home."