After Qiao Ruoxin entered the villa, Lu Siheng drove away.
Then, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped outside the villa.
The car window rolled down, revealing Mo Chen's stunningly handsome face, staring expressionlessly at the lit-up lights of the villa.
He picked up a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it.
The burning ember glowed willfully in the dark night.
Leaning back in his seat, he stared intently at the bedroom window, his dark eyes filled with possessiveness.
In the two years since Ruoxin had left, he had taken up smoking, but only during moments of frustration and confusion.
Scenes from their initial encounter earlier in the evening began to surface in his mind; she seemed unchanged from two years ago, yet more beautiful, with a graceful figure and fair, attractive features.
After all, Ruoxin was the belle of the Film Academy.
Suddenly, he let out a self-deprecating snicker, finding himself ridiculous.
He had nearly driven himself to ruin, while Qiao Ruoxin was living comfortably, an irony indeed.
Sleepless, he had to stand guard himself to have peace of mind.
...
The next day, early in the morning.
Qiao Ruoxin woke up at seven o'clock, finished her morning routine, and changed her clothes.
As she descended the stairs, she saw a man sitting on the living room sofa.
A jolt went through her heart.
Slowing her pace, she approached and finally saw his handsome features clearly — a dissolute noble son's demeanor, his suit jacket tossed carelessly on the sofa.
Mo Chen appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, his long fingers, well-defined at the joints, supporting his forehead, the tie under his white shirt loose and hanging, his sleeves casually rolled up revealing a silver wristwatch.
His handsome face was taut, and his jawline was smooth and sexy.
The air was tinged with a faint smell of alcohol. Had he been drinking?
Moreover, he was still in the clothes from last night, and she suddenly remembered what Lu Siheng had said about his insomnia...
Had he not slept all night?
"Didn't you sleep last night?"
At the sound of her voice, Mo Chen suddenly opened his dark eyes, looking at her, his voice low, "I'm not tired, don't want to sleep."
Just as Ruoxin was about to say something, the man interrupted her, "Why did you come back?"
"I told you, I missed you."
Just as she was about to sit beside him, she heard his cold and languid voice, "Stay away from me."
Qiao Ruoxin closed her eyes briefly, then sat down on the opposite sofa, a smile on her face, "I'm back."
"Do you want to come back to me?" His lips curled with a mocking smile, his eyes filled with indifference.
"Yes."
Mo Chen, "Qiao Ruoxin, do you think I love you so much that you can come and go as you please?"
In the spacious living room, the atmosphere was a bit tense, with the man's dominant presence pressing down on the entire villa.
She shook her head slightly, "That's why I'm here to win you back."
Mo Chen laughed in disbelieve, his laugh laced with a hint of mockery, "Win me back? What if I already have another woman?"
"But you don't, you were on a date last night, even telling that woman you can't forget your ex-girlfriend."
"How can you believe what a man says?"
He picked up another cigarette, placed it between his lips, lowered his eyes to light it with a lighter, and exhaled the smoke towards her across.
Through the smoke, Ruoxin was momentarily taken aback, "You've started smoking?"
Although she had found the man smoking quite attractive and alluring, she still didn't like it…
He didn't speak, merely narrowing his eyes slightly.
With a cigarette between his thin lips, his beautiful features were shrouded with dissolute charm, as he leaned back.