Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 840 - 848: Mrs. Fu (7)

When Fu Nancheng returned to the ward, Qiao Mo was talking to Chenchen.

Chenchen’s eyes lit up when he saw Fu Nancheng, staring at him without blinking, with a touch of expectation and a hint of unease.

Qiao Mo immediately stood up as well, looking at him and saying, "Are you... feeling okay?"

His gaze softened a bit, "No."

"Uh... what?"

"I need care." He spoke calmly, with neither haste nor delay.

Qiao Mo froze in place, not expecting him to say that, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

But Fu Nancheng didn’t seem to be expecting an answer from her either. He went straight to Chenchen on the bed and pinched his little face.

"Did you feel unwell today?"

"No!"

"Did you cry?"

"Chenchen doesn’t cry, Chenchen is a man!"

He chuckled lightly, sat by the bed, and flipped through the fairy tale book on the headboard, equally lost in thought. It seemed he, like Qiao Mo, thought of those nights years ago when she leaned in his arms, listening to the stories he told to the baby in her belly.

"Uncle, can you tell stories?" Chenchen asked curiously.

Fu Nancheng smiled, "Of course, Uncle tells them well."

"Really?"

"Of course, really."

Saying this, he began to flip through the pages, seeming to choose a story to read to him.

Qiao Mo stood by the door watching this scene, lost in thought, without making a sound to disturb them. After a while, the room was filled with a steady, low male voice.

Chenchen was listening, and so was she. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Until the evening when Chenchen was allowed to be discharged, but his condition was still unstable, unable to leave his guardian.

Fu Nancheng sent them home and, for the first time, entered Qiao Mo’s villa.

Lu Yiming glanced at him without a word and turned to accompany Chenchen in the children’s room.

For a moment, only he and Qiao Mo were left in the room. He sat on the sofa, examining the layout and decor of the villa.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" Qiao Mo gently asked.

"Okay." He looked at her.

Hearing this, Qiao Mo said no more, changed her clothes, and walked into the kitchen.

The meal was eaten in silence, but he felt satisfied.

Lu Yiming didn’t come out the whole time, which made Fu Nancheng feel even better.

Although he didn’t know the man’s identity, from the current situation, it seemed he claimed to be Chenchen’s uncle. This way, he and Qiao Mo should not be in the kind of relationship he thought. This knowledge made the whole world seem brighter.

As it approached ten o’clock, seeing that he still had no intention of leaving, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and reminded him, "You should go."

"I’ll pick you up after work tomorrow." Fu Nancheng stood up.

Knowing they had to go to the hospital for blood tests, Qiao Mo didn’t refuse.

For a week straight, he would come to the company gate to pick her up after work every day, and then Qiao Mo accompanied him to the hospital for blood tests.

Until this day, when they arrived at the hospital together, watching his particularly pale face, Qiao Mo hesitated to speak.

But in the end, she didn’t say anything.

Fu Nancheng also remained silent, as usual, going directly to the blood collection room after arriving at the hospital.

Qin Zhaoran looked at his pale face, frowned, and said coldly, "Starting today, stop, no more drawing blood. Your donation volume has exceeded the limit."

"I know my own body." He spoke in a steady voice.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Zhaoran."

Qin Zhaoran was somewhat angry, "Think it through."

"I have thought it through."

"You are not rational at all right now!"

"I am very rational."