Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 834 - 842: Mrs. Fu (1)

Qiao Mo’s body stiffened for a moment, and she met his dark eyes, nodding slowly.

Seeing her reaction, he opened the passenger side door for her.

After getting into the car, Qiao Mo kept turning her head to look outside the window.

Outside was the bustling beauty of Jiang City, as beautiful as ever, yet they were no longer young.

The car remained silent; neither of them spoke to break the silence.

But Qiao Mo couldn’t help but wonder what she would do if she ran into Mrs. Fu.

How should she greet her?

What should she say?

Or perhaps, since he dared to bring her home, it meant Mrs. Fu was not at home tonight.

Amidst such chaotic thoughts, in no time, they arrived at Nanshan Villa.

Nanny Wang was exceptionally happy to see Qiao Mo: "Miss Qiao, you finally came back... After I saw you at the hotel last time, I kept thinking I must have been seeing things. But I asked several people, and they all said it was indeed you. So, I’ve always been hoping, hoping you’d return someday."

Fu Nancheng watched this scene, the corners of his lips curling into a subtle arc.

As Qiao Mo walked inside with him, she asked, "Nanny Wang, how has your health been all these years?"

"Pretty good, all good, all good."

Qiao Mo nodded: "Uncle Zhong should be quite well too, right?"

"All are doing well."

"How about Shi Liu? His leg hasn’t developed any issues, has it?"

Nanny Wang was startled, secretly glanced at Fu Nancheng, and then explained, "The one who saved you was Shi Liu, even more reserved than Shi Wu, but don’t worry, his legs are perfectly fine, exceedingly agile."

The two chatted as they walked, and Fu Nancheng remained silent.

Until they reached the staircase, where Nanny Wang did not follow them upstairs.

Upon reaching the second floor, Qiao Mo paused at the entrance, feeling a bit dazed.

Everything here was exactly as it was three years ago, not a single thing had changed.

It was as if... she had just left here yesterday.

Fu Nancheng paid her no mind, removing his coat and heading into the kitchen.

Qiao Mo stood at the kitchen door, watching him busy as she lost herself in thought; his cooking skills had truly become more refined.

Yet, given his status, why would he often cook?

Surely, it was probably thanks to Mrs. Fu.

Qiao Mo turned around and glanced around the room.

The bedroom didn’t have many things women would use, at least not as chaotic as when she was around.

She subconsciously opened the wardrobe, her gaze froze.

The spacious wardrobe was filled with his clothes and women’s clothing.

His clothes were mostly on the left side, monotonous in color, uniformly arranged.

The women’s clothing was gathered on the right, colorful, with a variety of long and short dresses, looking inexplicably beautiful.

Qiao Mo felt a sense of bitterness; it seemed Mrs. Fu was much more diligent and neat than she was, at least unlike before, when she made the wardrobe a mess, various clothes mixed with his, a complete disaster.

Qiao Mo breathed lightly, closed the cabinet door, and walked over to the desk.

There were few things on the desk, clean and tidy, a pot of cactus placed there, full of vitality.

The flowerpot was still light pink, but it wasn’t the one she bought back then, with little pink-purple flowers still there, yet the cactus had grown significantly.

Holding the flowerpot in her hand gently, Qiao Mo could hardly remember the feeling when she bought this cactus for him back then.

She chuckled softly, thinking perhaps she was overthinking.

Maybe it’s not the same one as before.

After wandering around for a while, she looked up and met his gaze. Qiao Mo said slowly, "You don’t mind me looking around, do you?"