Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 830 - 838: Child (10)

"Xiao Mo..."

"It’s getting late, Chenchen should go to sleep."

Looking at the little fellow dozing in her arms, Fu Nancheng had no choice but to step back and let her leave.

Lu Yiming was already waiting at the entrance of the villa. Qiao Mo awkwardly got out of the car holding Chenchen, and Lu Yiming quickly took the sleepy Chenchen, glanced at Fu Nancheng, said nothing, and turned back to the villa.

For a moment, only Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng were left at the door.

Qiao Mo was still dwelling in the awkwardness just now: "I should go back."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed with him for too long, she would uncontrollably soften and want to forgive him.

But as soon as she turned, he pulled her back.

Qiao Mo lost her balance, falling into his arms.

He held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and softly said, "Xiao Mo, it’s so good that you came back."

Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she felt the warmth of his chest, pushed against him but said nothing.

"Move back, will you?"

"Mr. Fu, I have my own home."

Fu Nancheng was silent, slowly raised his head to look at her, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "What is your relationship with Lu Yiming?"

"Mr. Fu, isn’t your concern a bit excessive?"

Qiao Mo tried to push him away again, but this time, his grip was strong, like a steel clamp holding her waist, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Her body was tightly pressed against his chest; she could feel the warmth of his chest. A slight lift of her head nearly touched his chin.

"Could it be that Mr. Fu still has feelings for me?" Seeing that he was reluctant to let go, Qiao Mo mocked him with a rhetorical question. "Is that why you keep finding opportunities to approach me and asking such trivial questions?"

"Yes, but it’s more than just lingering feelings."

"After so many years apart, your skill at sweet-talking seems to have improved remarkably. I bet Mrs. Fu is often delighted by your coaxing."

He stared at her: "You’re upset."

Qiao Mo scoffed: "You’re overthinking it. My mood doesn’t depend on you. You have no power over my feelings anymore!"

Fu Nancheng listened but didn’t get angry. His gaze fell on her pink lips, more vibrant than a few years ago, yet seemed tainted with poison, every word she spoke aiming at the heart.

His expression grew more troubled, a mix of unease and longing, and he slowly moved closer to her lips.

Qiao Mo neither dodged nor refused.

He finally pressed his lips against hers, like parched soil soaking up rain, his grip tightening, unconsciously deepening the kiss.

Carefully, he released his emotions, unable to stop eventually.

As time passed moment by moment, he found it hard to suppress but noticed she was nonresponsive.

Qiao Mo merely looked at him coldly, not rejecting or agreeing, just watching him as if he were a joke.

Fu Nancheng raised his eyes and met the ridicule and mockery in her gaze, his heart ached, his face paled.

"Xiao Mo, don’t look at me like that." Fu Nancheng spoke in a low voice, with a touch of pleading.

Qiao Mo, silent, seemed like an invincible warrior, continued to gaze at him indifferently, devoid of any emotion.