Qiao Ruohuan's heart skipped a beat. Coughing lightly, she smiled at Xing Yichen and said: "Brother Yichen, I never expected Moyu to courageously pursue Ye Peicheng. She seems to really like him! After spending their days together on set, they probably developed a good relationship, so she's probably trying to show it to everyone now!"
Although her words seemed to be filled with happiness for her sister, it actually focused on the relationship between Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng.
Upon hearing this, Xing Yichen looked at Qiao Moyu in disgust.
At this time, the host asked: "Moyu, have you been to the mountains before when you were young? I originally thought that you grew up in the city, so then, how did you learn how to fish in the past?"
When Qiao Moyu realized that Xin Yichen's gaze bore into her, her heart skipped a beat. Still, she replied: "Actually, I haven't gone to the mountains often when growing up. At first, I would occasionally sneak out to play outdoors for fun, but when I was 13-years-old, I had an accident in the mountains which cost me half a year of treatment abroad. I've never returned since then. Today's fishing was simply pure luck. You won't necessarily get to eat a full feast if I fished tomorrow!"
As Xing Yichen listened to her words, his pupils contracted even more. He had always known that Qiao Moyu disappeared for more than half a year when she was 13 years old.
However, back then, the Qiao family only said that she had gone out to learn dancing under a master teacher, so he had not seen her for the later half of the year.
During that time, he hadn't been searching for the girl who had saved him, so he hadn't paid much attention to her.
However now, it seems that she didn't learn dance at 13?
Could it really be a coincidence that Qiao Moyu went to that village in the mountains? Afterall, that was only one mountain near the Qiao family!
But if she did go, why didn't she say so afterwards!
This matter seemed to have so many suspicious points that Xing Yichen couldn't help but constantly ponder over it. He didn't notice at all that Qiao Ruohuan was growing stiffer and stiffer by the second.
The group finally arrived at the hotel safely. The director went to Ye Peicheng's room to apologize to him and even brought along the village's Chinese medical doctor to take a look. After confirming that there really were no problems with Ye Peicheng, he felt relieved.
In addition, considering the possibility that there were snakes in the mountains, the program team also went to the villagers to gather plenty of antidotes, along with insect and snake repellents, which they will be sending off with every guest the following day.
At this time, Xing Yichen's cell phone vibrated. He had just returned to his room, but Qiao Ruohuan sent him a message asking him to come to her room.
The two of them had already announced their engagement, so this wouldn't affect them in any way.
Because of this, Xing Yichen changed shoes and headed directly to the neighboring room. The moment he entered the room Qiao Ruohuan hooked her arms around his neck.
She kissed him until they were fervent and hot, her hand already exploring under his shirt.
His shirt was unbuttoned by her one buttons at a time. Everywhere she touched seemed to tingle with an electric current.
Xing Yichen embraced her. He set her down on the bed and pressed down on her.
The temperature in the room grew hotter and hotter. Only charming held back cries could be heard. Xing Yichen caressed the scars on Qiao Ruohuan's wrist. He thought of when he first saw her. She wore a bracelet. On her wrist were burns accumulated over the years.
He didn't know why, but thinking of Qiao Moyu's from just then, he grew distracted.
But Qiao Ruohuan was especially enthusiastic today. Soon, his focus was pulled back. When it ended, she climbed out of his embrace to go shower first.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom as the emotion in Xing Yichen's eyes gradually faded.
For some reason, even though he had nothing to do with Qiao Moyu ever since she left abroad at the age of thirteen, he still wanted to know the whole story. "The Qiao family didn't show their faces in the business circle for more than half a year. Check for me, when Qiao Moyu was 13-years-old, did they take her abroad? What were their activities?"
The assistant didn't understand his boss' intention at all, but still replied: "Alright, I'll go and check it right away."
"The sooner the better. Notify me of the results immediately," Xing Yichen ordered. He got dressed and prepared to go back to his room to bathe.
Women always take their time when washing up. After Qiao Ruohuan had showered and applied makeup, she looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror with a cold glint in her eyes.
Men were heartless creatures.
It's just as a certain book had phrased: Maybe every man has had two such women – at least two. Marry a red rose and eventually she'll be a mosquito-blood streak smeared on the wall, while the white one is "moonlight in front of my bed." Marry a white rose, and before long she'll be a grain of sticky rice that's gotten stuck to your clothes; the red one, by then, is a scarlet beauty mark just over your heart." **
(**T/N: Red Rose, White Rose, by Eileen Chang…p.s. White moonlight = first love)
In the beginning, Qiao Moyu was like the repulsive butterfly that had been fluttering around Xing Yichen all day long. To him, this girl was nothing more than disgusting mosquito blood.
However, this woman had suddenly slipped under Xing Yichen's vision and provoked him. Was she really trying to turn into his white moonlight?
Haha, she doesn't stand a chance!
Qiao Ruohuan slowly walked out of the room and noticed Xing Yichen standing by the window, looking at the view. His noble demeanor was just the same as when they first met.
Her heart pounding, she walked to his side and gently asked: "Brother Yichen, what are you looking at?"
"The starlight here is much brighter than in the city. I can't believe that I can see a sky full of stars that I haven't seen in a long time," he said as he pointed to the dotted skies.
Qiao Ruohuan's lips curved up to a smile: "I want to see the starry sky for the rest of my life with you."
…
He lowered his head and kissed her. She took advantage of the moment to hook her arms around him, taking initiative to hand over her domain.
Xing Yichen didn't know why Qiao Ruohuan was so enthusiastic today. It seemed like the first round wasn't enough.
And she already knew his sensitive spots. Immediately, the room's temperature rose. They looked at each other openly. He placed her on the table in front of the window. As the two mixed, a cool breeze blew in through the window. It seemed more arousing than any previous time.
And just at this moment, the phone Xing Yichen put on the table vibrated. He turned and saw that it was a message from his special assistant. He immediately stopped his movement.
After sliding the screen with his fingertips, he reads: "Director Xing, when Qiao Moyu was 13-years-old, she went to a foreign plastic surgery hospital, which was held as top secret in the Qiao family. But because the operation cost a lot of money at that time, I asked my men to check their flow of funds and found that the money was transferred to a top medical plastic surgery facility in Switzerland. But why did Miss Qiao need to have plastic surgery? It's hard to find out because the facility deemed the information confidential."
Xing Yichen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
…
And the Qiao Ruohuan in front of him clearly discovered his distractedness. She teased Xing Yichen's body in dissatisfaction. She whispered, "Why did you stop?"
Xing Yichen locked phone and looked back at Qiao Ruohuan. He didn't know why, but he suddenly lost all interest.
He pulled out of the body. "I don't feel very well."
Quao Ruohuan couldn't help asking, "What feels uncomfortable? Is it the weather?"
"I'm fine, I just need to go back and rest for a bit," Xing Yichen said.
It wasn't until he had disappeared from the room that Qiao Ruohuan realized he had already left.
At the moment, the room was still warm with an ambiguous air. After the taste had dissipated, she slid down the bed and suddenly felt that the once pleasant breeze now seemed to chill to the bone.
After leaving Qiao Ruohuan's room, Xing Yichen didn't return to his own bedroom. Instead he turned away and went downstairs.
The environment here was wonderful, with a beautiful field spreading from the guest house all the way to the forest.
The starlight shone brightly as Xing Yichen made his way across the fields towards the end of the forest.
The surroundings were very quiet. He felt as if this was the most suitable place for him to think, which was why he took out his phone and once again looked over the message his special assistant left him.
The more he read it, the more his eyebrows furrowed. Deep in his heart, he actually felt as if he had just lost something.
Until he heard footsteps coming from the forest.
Under the starlight, Qiao Moyu walked from afar. She had changed to a light colored dress, the simple fashion accentuating her curves.
She probably just recently washed her face since it was free of makeup. It was different from the heavy makeup she wore every time she visited him. Now that it was clear, she appeared pure and clean, without a speck of dust on her face. Just like that, she walked out from the forest, step by step, as if she followed a melodic rhythm.
His breathing unconsciously softened and his gaze followed her figure as she approached.
Until he discovered that she was about to go another direction, away from his sight.
Upon noticing her intentions, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face, and he called out loudly: "Qiao Moyu!"
His long legs quickly caught up to her in a few steps: "You should know the limits when chasing after someone!"
Qiao Moyu suddenly laughed when hearing this.
A cunning light flashed through her eyes as she changed her mind.
She turned and looked up at him: "So, Brother Yichen, have I succeeded?"
Hearing this familiar pet name, Xing Yichen's breath got caught in his throat.
They now stood so close. The girl before him had a refined look in her eyes; her facial features were so pure and beautiful that even Qiao Ruohuan couldn't compare to her.
His tone was very cold: "Do you think I would be interested in you?"
"Is that so?" Qiao Moyu laughed softly: "Then Brother Yichen, why did you try catching up to me just now? Aren't you the one who hates talking with me the most?"
She lifted her fingers as if to touch his lips. With a frivolous tone, she said: "Everyone says that those lips are too thin and cold. I wonder if you were as cold to my sister as you are to me?"
Qiao Moyu's voice was very charming, especially when she used such a tone to speak. Coupled with the mystifying night, it made the listener feel as if his bones had turned soft.
Xin Yichen's Adam's Apple rolled slightly in his throat. He felt a surge of warmth in his lower abdomen. The impulse that was interrupted earlier by his assistant's text message once again surged.
Sensing the change in his body, he felt a sense of frustration and rejection. Xing Yichen knitted his brows and locked his gaze onto Qiao Moyu with murderous intent. "Qiao Moyu, I called you out simply to ask this question–when you were 13, what kind of treatment did you go overseas for?"
It was exactly the same as she had guessed! Thanks to the original book's description of Xing Yichen, Qiao Moyu was able to completely understand the situation.
She felt all of the cells in her body tremble, unsure if it was because of the original host's feelings, but she still tried her best to suppress her excitement. Her tone became lazy and indifferent: "CEO Xing, the purpose of why I went and for whom, don't you have the answer in your heart?"
Xing Yichen felt his heart tighten. That was because Qiao Moyu had mentioned the words 'for whom'!
But how could that be possible? If she had also been at the scene of the fire, why didn't she mention it afterwards?
In addition, her thoughts towards him were clear as day. If she really saved him, wouldn't she have mentioned it after so many years?
Xing Yichen's eyes locked onto Qiao Moyu as killing intent grew in his eyes. "Qiao Moyu, don't try playing any tricks in front of me! Right now, it's easier for me to crush you than crushing an ant!"
However, Qiao Moyu remained unmoved by his threats. She replied indifferently: "I know. What tricks do I possibly have? CEO Xing, if you have time, why don't you use your own abilities and investigate this matter. After all, what others have said could be lies, so you should investigate the truth yourself. What do you think?"
Xing Yichen narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read the answer from Qiao Moyu's face. However, he failed to do so. The woman before him seemed to be a completely different person from before.
"Alright, I won't play these games with you anymore. CEO Xing, I'm just looking forward to the day that you find out! I believe the answer will leave a deep impression on you!"
After speaking, she stomped heavily on Xing Yichen's foot, using the same pose as last time.
Just as Xing Yichen was about to react to the pain, a male voice spoke up with an unseen pressure: "What are you doing?
When Qiao Moyu glanced over and noticed Ye Peicheng, who had just walked out of the forest.
He was still dressed the same as earlier this evening. However, his previous youthful and fashionable attire was now giving off a cold aura for no reason.
Qiao Moyu lifted her gaze and their eyes met. It was as if the stars and moon had disappeared. The darkness and gloom in his eyes were like the depths of the ocean where no sunlight could be found.