Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 833 - 841: Child (13)

Qiao Mo kept him company, talking for quite a while until Chenchen finally drifted off to sleep.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, a hint of worry flickered in Qiao Mo’s eyes.

...

Two days later, Qiao Mo looked at the familiar roses on her desk but couldn’t focus on her work.

The situation with Chenchen kept her uneasy, leaving her with no motivation to work.

After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to talk to Fu Nancheng that evening.

Yet, at the end of the workday, he was nowhere to be seen.

Qiao Mo let out a faint breath and dialed his number.

"Xiao Mo." His low voice came through the receiver.

"I need your help with something." Qiao Mo got straight to the point.

"Nightless City, 5888."

He spoke briefly as usual, and after Qiao Mo acknowledged it, she hung up the phone.

Qiao Mo took a cab straight to Nightless City.

Standing in front of the magnificent gate, she felt a bit lost.

She hadn’t set foot here for years, yet memories were everywhere.

It was even more luxurious than a few years ago; it seemed the owner had been quite profitable these past years.

But thinking about it, who doesn’t love luxury cars and beautiful women, indulgence, and debauchery in this world?

Ten minutes later, Qiao Mo stood in front of door number 5888.

Already on the fifth floor, the soundproofing was excellent, and none of the noise from downstairs could be heard.

Qiao Mo let out a slight breath and knocked on the door.

Soon enough, the door was opened.

The person who opened the door was Yan Yiheng, who gave Qiao Mo a once-over and whistled, "Who are you looking for?"

"Fu Nancheng."

He sidestepped, allowing her in: "Third Brother, someone’s looking for you."

Qiao Mo slowly walked into the private room, feeling like everything was exactly as it was a few years ago.

It was still Yan Jiu who opened the door, and still, the three of them inside, each sitting in their usual spots.

The only difference was that the decoration of the room had changed quite a bit, adding a touch of elegance.

Sometimes she felt that fate might just be a cycle, over and over again.

Qiao Mo glanced at Qin Zhaoran and walked up to Fu Nancheng, saying, "Chenchen is sick."

He held a cigarette between his fingers, surrounded by smoke.

"Okay." He nodded slightly, indicating he understood.

"He needs surgery."

He looked at her and, after a long pause, spoke, "You’ll need Zhaoran."

"Okay." Qiao Mo lowered her eyes.

"Alright, got it."

Unexpectedly, he didn’t make things difficult for her.

Qiao Mo was somewhat surprised, gazing at him in a daze, but when the smoke in front of him cleared, she was startled to find that he looked even more haggard than a few days ago.

Even the dim light couldn’t conceal the bloodshot in his eyes, and beneath them lay dark circles, evoking an inexplicable sense of sympathy.

Seeing she had no intention of leaving, Fu Nancheng seemed to think she was worried and said again, "Zhaoran will contact you tomorrow."

"Okay." Qiao Mo responded softly, not knowing why his silent demeanor made her inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Is there anything else?"

Qiao Mo remained silent.

"Have you eaten?"

Qiao Mo shook her head.

Fu Nancheng sighed softly, taking her hand and letting her sit beside him, then called the waiter to order a few dishes.

Qiao Mo kept her head down, eating a few bites.

The food here wasn’t to her taste, so after a few bites, she lost her appetite.

Fu Nancheng noticed this but said nothing.

After finishing a cigarette, he got up to leave, and Qiao Mo followed him out.

Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow, "Take care, Little Sister Qiao."

Qiao Mo ignored him, silently following Fu Nancheng to the road outside.

"Are you coming home with me?" his gaze fell on her face.