Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 843 - 851: Mrs. Fu (10)

He was slightly stunned, his heart aching, as if he hadn’t expected her answer.

"I don’t care."

This left Qiao Mo dazed, lowering her eyes and saying again, "I don’t like being tied down."

"As long as you’re happy."

"Even if we get married, I want a sexless marriage."

He gazed at her, slowly speaking, "Alright."

After a brief conversation, both fell silent.

Until the pot beside them started boiling, Qiao Mo looked at him and said slowly, "You know I’m with you just so you can donate blood to Chenchen, right?"

"I don’t mind."

"Alright, then find some time... to register the marriage."

Qiao Mo turned around and continued chopping vegetables.

There was a glimmer in his eyes, like a delighted child: "Tomorrow, I’ll have Uncle Zhong move your and Chenchen’s things over."

"Let’s talk after registering."

He felt a bit disappointed, yet satisfied at the thought that she was willing to register the marriage with him.

At least... at least she was still willing to be with him, and that was enough.

Qiao Mo didn’t speak again, but her thoughts were complex.

Actually, she didn’t want to have anything more to do with him, but she worried that when he found out Chenchen wasn’t his child, he might refuse to donate blood.

The two didn’t speak anymore as he assisted in the kitchen.

Over the past two years, Qiao Mo’s cooking skills had improved significantly, but she was still no match for him.

Fortunately, the ingredients were good, so the food turned out decently.

Soon enough, the table was filled with dishes, steaming and looking sumptuous.

He served two bowls of rice, and Qiao Mo served him a bowl of bone soup.

Looking at the soup in front of him, Fu Nancheng’s eyes grew moist.

No matter what her true intentions were, he felt it was enough.

That night, Qiao Mo didn’t stay over at Nanshan Villa. The driver took her, and Fu Nancheng insisted on seeing her off.

...

The next evening, he appeared in front of Qiao Mo’s company as usual.

After getting in the car, he headed straight to the hospital.

But Qiao Mo said, "We’re not going to the hospital today, Chenchen said he misses you."

He was slightly stunned, "I’ll go see him after the blood donation."

Qiao Mo pressed her lips lightly, seeing his face still pale, then turned to look out the window, "It’ll be too late after, Chenchen should be asleep."

Fu Nancheng checked his watch, "There’s still time."

Qiao Mo couldn’t find words to say, so she watched him drive all the way to the hospital.

Qin Zhaoran was calmer today, inserting the needle into Fu Nancheng’s arm, then spoke calmly, "Actually, I have another method, quicker and more convenient than now."

He remained silent.

"You could just stab the heart directly, and then I’ll drain all your blood. It’s simpler and more direct that way."

He continued to remain silent.

"Your other organs can also be donated for the benefit of mankind."

He just watched the blood flow through the tube, paying no mind to what Qin Zhaoran was saying.

"Why drag it out, wasting time like this."

Qiao Mo’s gaze fell on his arm, full of needle marks and bruised, her eyes stinging.

She hadn’t planned to have him come today, but she didn’t know how to express it.

"But fine, I won’t persuade you. After all, you’re willing to do anything for your ’son’, exchanging one life for another, I have nothing to say."

Qin Zhaoran emphasized the word "son" with a hint of sarcasm, making Fu Nancheng frown.

Qiao Mo felt even more uncomfortable inside because she knew very well that Chenchen wasn’t his child.

Yet here she was, exploiting his love and guilt for her, making him do so much for a child that wasn’t his, which was truly cruel.

She actually knew that he didn’t owe her anything.