Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 887 - 896: Suspicion (5)

That afternoon, around one o’clock.

Qiao Mo still had two more files to process. She planned to finish them and then think about whether or not to get the marriage certificate with him today.

Just then, there was a ’knock knock’ at the door, the sound somewhat weak.

"Come in," Qiao Mo said gently.

After speaking, she continued to focus on her work.

But after a while, she realized there was no response from outside the door.

Qiao Mo furrowed her brows and looked towards the entrance, listening carefully, and noticed the sound of the doorknob being turned from time to time.

She walked to the door and opened it.

And immediately froze, surprised at the child standing in front of her office door.

"You... you..." Qiao Mo was at a loss for words.

Little Yu Shaoqi looked up at Qiao Mo, frowning as he examined her, "Are you Aunt Qiao Mo?"

With that, he bypassed Qiao Mo and confidently walked over to the sofa to sit down.

Qiao Mo closed the door, utterly surprised that the little guy she had seen just yesterday would appear in her office today.

"Little one, how did you get here?" Qiao Mo poured him a glass of water and spoke gently.

"My name is Yu Shaoqi. You can call me Qiqi."

Qiao Mo didn’t immediately respond because at such a close distance, she couldn’t help but examine the little boy again.

His eyes and brows... really resembled Fu Nancheng too much.

Not just that, his nose... his mouth.

Except, his face was missing Fu Nancheng’s toughness and sternness, much softer and more delicate.

Wait, what did he just say... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

His surname is Yu, meaning he’s Yu Qianxun’s child.

"Is your mother Yu Qianxun?"

"That’s right."

"And your father?"

"My father..." Qiqi furrowed his brows and studied Qiao Mo for a moment before saying, "My father is Uncle Fu."

In an instant, it felt like being struck by lightning, as if the sky had fallen.

Qiao Mo stared at him in shock, unable to come to her senses for a long while.

Though she had thought about the possibility before, thinking was just thinking and hearing it was completely different.

He... is really Nancheng’s child?

This... how could this be?

Little Yu Shaoqi looked at Qiao Mo, slightly distressed. He could sense the auntie in front of him seemed unhappy to hear the news.

His little face scrunched up, and after pondering for a long time, he finally couldn’t help but say, "Aunt Qiao Mo, may I ask a favor of you?"

Qiao Mo returned to her senses, her gaze still somewhat vacant on the child.

Yu Shaoqi looked at her seriously, his dark eyes bright with a hint of hope and nervousness, "Aunt Qiao Mo, could you give my dad back to my mom and me?"

Qiao Mo’s nose stung, and her throat felt like it was blocked.

"Could you?" Qiqi asked cautiously, his eyes big and watery.

Just as Qiao Mo was about to respond, her phone rang suddenly.

Unable to answer him, she turned to look at her phone; it was Fu Nancheng calling.

She intended to hang up directly, but hesitated and answered.

"Xiao Mo, I’m downstairs."

"Uh... I have something today. There’s a designer seminar happening, so I might not make it for the certificate."

Fu Nancheng frowned deeply, "I’ll call the head of the civil affairs bureau and ask them to work late."

Qiao Mo felt a pang in her heart, "Better not, I’m not sure when I’ll be done here, and it’s not good to trouble others on your side. We’re not in a rush, let’s talk when there’s time."