Chapter 107: Investigate the Past (2)
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.”
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.