Chapter 173: Chapter 170: How Did This Scar Happen
Ye Xiao’s pupils slightly contracted imperceptibly, tilting her neck back a bit, her voice cool and calm, "I heard Teacher Zhong and Mr. Wan both call you this, is it wrong?"
"You tell me."
Rong Mochen simply asked, his thin, scorching lips moving closer to Ye Xiao’s pink, moist lips.
Although his lips didn’t fully approach, the heat from them inevitably spilled onto hers.
Ye Xiao furrowed her brows slightly and turned her face to one side to avoid him.
Just as she moved, she was pulled back by his slender yet handsome big hand.
Ye Xiao held her breath, looking at his handsome face just inches away.
"No matter if you are Ye Xiao, or anyone else." Rong Mochen pinched her chin, his dark eyes deeply staring at her.
Ye Xiao pressed her lips tightly, her eyes clear as she looked at him, "I don’t understand what Mr. Rong is saying, it’s just that we’ve been in the bathroom for a long time, and if we don’t go out, it could lead to misunderstandings."
"You fear misunderstandings?" Rong Mochen pinched her waist, suddenly lifting her up, pressing Ye Xiao to sit on the sink, his big hand forcibly parting her legs, squeezing in.
Ye Xiao was frightened, the cool touch beneath her and the fiery chest in front of her made her uneasy, her eyelashes trembling intensely as she shrank back.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes were profound, gazing at her panic-stricken face, he leaned even closer, locking her thin waist with his arms from behind, pulling her forward forcefully, instantly, the two were tightly pressed together with not even a strand of hair able to come between them.
Ye Xiao panted heavily, in extreme panic, she instead calmed down, her bright and moist eyes fixed on Rong Mochen, she laughed lightly, "Does Mr. Rong do this to every woman he just met?"
Rong Mochen gazed sternly at her face suppressing anger, his slender fingertip tapping her eye corner, then slowly sliding down from her eye corner, stopping at her slightly upturned lip corner, his voice hoarse, "Four years, and how have you not changed at all?"
Indeed.
Ye Xiao hadn’t changed.
She still liked, and was good at concealing her emotions, showing a calm or even smiling facade to others.
If there was any change.
The change in the man before her was more noticeable.
His aura was even more domineering than four years ago, that cold and deep-carved face had been etched deeper and stronger by time, with distinct edges, every thread of aura emanating from him was imposing.
When he looked at you with those fathomless dark eyes, it was like a hand suddenly reaching out from the night, gripping your heart tightly, making you afraid, wanting to flee, even despairingly suffocating.
Ye Xiao wasn’t someone to fool herself, but at this moment, she wished to play dumb, to deceive herself just once.
Blinking her eyelashes, Ye Xiao’s smile curled deeper, "Mr. Rong’s words sound so strange, this is clearly our first meeting, we don’t even know each other’s names, where’s the talk of change?"
As soon as Ye Xiao’s words fell, she felt his finger on her lip corner press down heavily.
It hurt a bit, Ye Xiao twitched her mouth corner, simply not smiling anymore, pressing her lips together looking at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s expression was stern and cold, slowly releasing her thin waist, his strong arms propped on either side of her body, the depth of his black eyes seeming to conceal two ferocious beasts staring at her gloomily, as if they would press toward her any moment, tearing her flesh apart, crushing her bones!
Ye Xiao’s two thin shoulders lightly trembled, her thin body kept leaning back.
Suddenly, Rong Mochen grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his embrace.
Ye Xiao didn’t expect him to suddenly do this, her forehead bumped hard into his iron-solid chest, it hurt very much.
Covering her forehead with one hand, she gently inhaled.
Suddenly, the skin under her ear tingled.
Ye Xiao’s whole body shuddered, deep vigilance showing in her eyes, she turned her head glaring at him.
Ye Xiao swallowed dryly, looking sideways at his eyes.
His eyelashes were so long it was startling, black and thick, when they drooped, they seemed to densely cover all his emotions beneath.
"How did this scar come about?"
The man’s voice, tense, brushed past her ear.
Ye Xiao pressed her lips, staring at his cold yet seemingly slightly pitiful dark eyes, her tone indifferent, "I liked to play as a child, accidentally fell and left it."
After Ye Xiao finished speaking, she turned her eyes away, her shoulders tilting to one side, pulling her sweater’s collar up.
Under Ye Xiao’s ear indeed was a scar, left by a car accident four years ago, after four years, that scar was no longer noticeable, you couldn’t see it without looking closely.
Hearing Ye Xiao’s answer, Rong Mochen’s thin lips pressed straight, frowning tightly, slowly raising his head to stare at her, the intense emotions flashing in his dark eyes creating deep creases in his gaze, "Little Mo..."
"...Little Ye, are you in the bathroom?"
Zhong Qin’s timid voice came through from outside the bathroom door.
Ye Xiao wasn’t sure if she heard Rong Mochen’s words, upon hearing Zhong Qin’s voice from outside, she immediately said, "I am."
"..."
The voice outside paused, and said, "Are you okay... I mean, you’ve been in there a long time, is your stomach uncomfortable?"
"I’m fine, I’ll be out soon." Ye Xiao said while pushing Rong Mochen.
But he stood before her, like a mountain, no matter how hard she tried, he remained unmoved.
Ye Xiao instead pushed herself red in the face, biting her molars, discontentedly glaring at Rong Mochen, lowering her voice said, "Mr. Rong, what do you want after all?"
Rong Mochen hadn’t spoken yet, Zhong Qin’s voice sounded again from outside the door, "As long as you’re okay, then come out quickly, I washed some fruit."
"..."
She also wanted to get out quickly!
Ye Xiao frowned, responding with an "Okay" towards the door.
After a while, footsteps could be heard gradually fading away outside the door.
Ye Xiao’s small face tightened, frowning as she looked at Rong Mochen.
From beginning to end, Rong Mochen’s eyes never left Ye Xiao; he looked at her as if he wanted to absorb her entire presence into his dark pupils.
Ye Xiao’s eyes flickered subtly as she spoke with a calm and unfamiliar tone, "Mr. Rong, could it be that you’ve mistaken me for someone else?"
Rong Mochen’s eyebrows lowered a bit.
"Mr. Rong, you and I are both guests of Teacher Zhong and her husband. Out of respect, I think we should both leave from here..."
"Mm." Rong Mochen nodded, suddenly wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up.
Ye Xiao let out a soft cry, but in an instant, he smoothly placed her back on the floor.
Before she could regain her composure, her hand was already held by him, leading her toward the door.
Ye Xiao’s eyelids twitched fiercely, hurriedly pulling him back.
Rong Mochen turned to look at her, his face calm and unruffled, "Weren’t you saying we should leave? What, changed your mind?"
"..."
Ye Xiao’s mouth twitched, "Mr. Rong, you go out first."
Rong Mochen tightened his grip on her hand, "Together."
The indifferent tone in his voice left no room for debate.
Ye Xiao furrowed her brow, uncooperatively straining to pull her hand, gasping lightly, "Don’t you think it’s very strange, Mr. Rong, for two strangers to leave together like this?"
Suddenly, Rong Mochen stopped his steps, his eyes turned cold, staring back at Ye Xiao, his thin lips slowly parting, "Strangers?"
Ye Xiao’s eye corners twitched, "Yes, strangers..."
Ye Xiao lifted Cheng Liang’s eyes to look at him, "Mr. Rong, please show some respect!"
"Respect?"
Rong Mochen sneered, abruptly grabbing Ye Xiao’s arm and pulling her into his embrace. With another hand, he lifted her chin, his icy lips lowering towards hers, just a hair’s breadth away.
Ye Xiao, however, turned her face to the side at the last second, causing his scorching lips to brush only against her soft cheek.
Even with that, Ye Xiao’s face flushed red with anger.
Her slender body struggled even more fiercely in his embrace.
Rong Mochen held her tightly with one hand, his refined eyebrows frowning, his thin lips pressed tightly as he stared at her flushed face and the blue veins appearing on her fair forehead.
His chest heaved, Rong Mochen suddenly bent down, scooped her up horizontally, his face a stony blue as he turned to open the door, carrying her out. Under the extreme astonishment of Wan Liwei and Zhong Qin’s gazes, he strode out of the villa.
Gu Yan watched this scene unfold, his previously serious expression turning to one of keen interest. He nodded towards Wan Liwei and Zhong Qin, then quickly turned to follow outside.
Zhong Qin took a deep breath after a moment, grabbing Wan Liwei’s hand beside her, her fingertips unconsciously digging in, "Husband, will anything happen to Ye Xiao after Mr. Rong took her away?"
Wan Liwei inhaled deeply, frowning as he pulled his hand out of hers, glancing at the skin she had pinched raw, he cast her a displeased look, "How should I know?"
"..."
Zhong Qin widened her eyes, angrily staring at Wan Liwei who seemed unconcerned, "How can you say that? You promised me that nothing would happen to Ye Xiao, that’s why I invited her!"
"I didn’t guarantee that nothing would happen. I just promised you that if she ever had difficulties, I would extend a helping hand." Wan Liwei replied.
"Helping hand? What were you doing when Mr. Rong took Ye Xiao away?" Zhong Qin glared at him furiously.
"Mr. Rong carried Miss Ye out, he didn’t drag her out. How do you expect me to help?"
Wan Liwei impatiently threw down these words, then turned to walk to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to look outside.
Seeing Rong Mochen’s car leave, Wan Liwei let go of the window and walked upstairs.
"Wan Liwei!" Zhong Qin shouted at his back.
Wan Liwei turned back to glance at her, noticing her whole body trembling with anger, he pressed his lips and said, "What are you worried about? I said, Mr. Rong isn’t going to kill her, right?"
"Didn’t you see Mr. Rong’s expression when he carried Ye Xiao out? He looked like he wanted to kill someone!" Zhong Qin growled.
Hearing this, Wan Liwei gave her a sidelong glance, sneering, "Just keep your worries to yourself. Mr. Rong won’t kill her, nor will he do anything to her."
Zhong Qin paced back and forth anxiously in the living room, "How do you know Mr. Rong won’t?"
Wan Liwei chuckled, beckoning her with his hand, "Come over, and I’ll tell you why."
Zhong Qin suspiciously stared at him.
"Tsk, come over!" Wan Liwei waved his hand vigorously.
Zhong Qin frowned as she walked over.
Wan Liwei curled his lips and whispered something in her ear.
After listening, Zhong Qin’s face went blank.
Wan Liwei smiled, reaching out to pat her face, then turned and walked upstairs.
Zhong Qin stared at Wan Liwei’s back for a while, then pursed her lips and went to the dining room to tidy up.
The silver-black Infiniti brushed along the snow-covered road, leaving behind distinct tire tracks, which were soon covered again by the accumulating snow.