Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 886 - 895: Doubts (4)

After waiting for a moment and seeing that Qiao Mo still hadn’t returned the call, he headed straight to the company.

"Sir... Who are you looking for?" The receptionist and security guard at the entrance stopped him, but the receptionist seemed somewhat astonished by his appearance, her gaze lingering on him.

"I’m looking for Qiao Mo."

"Looking for... President Qiao...?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

Fu Nancheng’s face darkened slightly; usually, others would see him getting stopped, but this was the first time he tasted this feeling at the hands of his own woman.

"Please... please wait a moment."

Two minutes later, the call was directed to the secretary, Lu Lu, who walked to Qiao Mo’s office and said: "President Qiao, there’s a Mr. Fu downstairs who says he wants to see you."

Qiao Mo was startled for a moment, not expecting him to come directly.

Seeing her remain silent, Lu Lu couldn’t help but tease: "President Qiao, is it Mr. Fu who sends flowers every day?"

Qiao Mo slightly furrowed her brows, her gaze falling on the roses on the desk, and she said irritably: "Just say I’m out discussing a cooperation deal, not at the company."

Lu Lu was taken aback but, seeing Qiao Mo’s bad mood, she wisely kept her mouth shut. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Downstairs, Fu Nancheng felt a bit disappointed after receiving the news.

Nowadays, he didn’t know what was wrong; if he didn’t see her for half a day, he’d feel anxious.

Qiao Mo stood by the office window, watching the figure get into a car and leave for a long while, yet she didn’t move a step.

Whose child is it... really?

And what’s his relationship with Yu Qianxun?

*

That night, Fu Nancheng came to the company as promised to pick up Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo no longer evaded him; after all, hiding was no solution. She just needed some time to calm down.

"I called you at noon, but you didn’t answer," Fu Nancheng said in a low voice.

The entire afternoon, she hadn’t given him a response, making him somewhat uneasy.

"Uh, I was too busy, so I forgot," Qiao Mo said, pretending to be relaxed.

Fu Nancheng gazed at her for a while before softly saying: "Let’s go to the hospital first."

"Let’s go in a few days. If you keep going like this, your body won’t be able to take it."

"But about Chenchen..."

"Chenchen’s condition has been pretty good lately; he won’t be worse off for these two days."

Seeing this, Fu Nancheng didn’t say anything further.

Indeed, going to the hospital every day, Qin Zhaoran would just be fooling him; the longer he went, the less blood he’d draw, just putting on a show.

Recovery for a few days might be better.

The journey was silent, lasting until midnight.

Qiao Mo, leaning against the headboard, flipped through design drawings, circling and sketching, pointing out some simple modifications and issues.

Fu Nancheng closed the laptop, walked to the bedside, and said warmly: "It’s late, time to sleep."

"Okay."

After Qiao Mo tidied up her things, he turned off the lights.

The room went completely dark; he embraced her, showering her with kisses: "Xiao Mo..."

Qiao Mo pushed him away: "Don’t, I’m a bit tired today."

He frowned: "Xiao Mo, you’re hiding something from me."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

In the pitch black, Qiao Mo could only see his dark, bright eyes, like a deep pool. She softly asked back.

Fu Nancheng frowned even more: "What are you referring to?"

Qiao Mo remained silent, hesitating several times to ask, but in the end, she said nothing.

Early the next morning, as dawn broke.

Qiao Mo got ready as usual to go to the company, and Fu Nancheng said warmly: "Xiao Mo, I’ll pick you up at two in the afternoon, and we’ll go register the marriage."

Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay."

Fu Nancheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and sent her to work as usual.