Fu Nancheng's face was gloomy, completely ignoring the wound on his head, instead forcing a sinister gaze towards Qiao Mo: "It seems you are determined to make unhappy."
Cornered against the wall, Qiao Mo's eyes were red. The cold and sinister air around him pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, "When I'm unhappy, many people suffer."
Qiao Mo's heart constricted.
Although Fu Nancheng wasn't as notoriously vengeful as Yan Jiu, those who offended him never had a good ending!
Qiao Mo lightly pressed her lips together, uncertain how to speak.
Fu Nancheng gave Qiao Mo a deep, cold smile, then turned and left.
Watching his retreating figure, her heart tightened, and she chased after him again: "Mr. Fu..."
But Fu Nancheng rely brushed her hand aside coldly, flinging her to the side.
Once he was gone, Qiao Mo seed to be drained of all energy, collapsing to the ground, her eyes red, fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes to hide the mist within them, yet the clear scent of him still lingered around her, causing her long lashes to flutter uneasily.
She wasn't being lodramatic; she was truly scared.
For the first ti in her life, she felt such fear.
She had never encountered such a man before, unfathomable and heart-stopping, yet so cold and detached it was unsettling.
What's more, even now.
She still rembered the heart-wrenching pain when he pierced through her body.
...
Elsewhere, shortly after Fu Nancheng left the restroom, he encountered Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu was lounging against the wall, fiddling with his phone, evidently certain that Fu Nancheng was in this won's restroom.
Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, Yan Jiu looked up, montarily stunned upon seeing Fu Nancheng.
Crimson blood dripped from Fu Nancheng's head, sliding down his stern face, staining his white shirt and suit jacket—a shocking sight.
Looking at Fu Nancheng's dark expression, Yan Jiu chuckled, "Ah, it's the first ti third brother suffered at a woman's hands."
Fu Nancheng swept a cold gaze over him, but Yan Jiu was unmoved, still teasing, "I heard the Qiao's girl was troubleso, didn't expect her claws to be this sharp~"
"Hmph, sharp?" Fu Nancheng's face darkened, lips barely parting, "Then tear off her nails one by one."
Yan Jiu's gaze landed on the wound on his head, adding a touch of seriousness, and he said again, "But third brother, don't get too involved, rember, Qiao Mo is..."
"I'm aware," Fu Nancheng interrupted in a deep voice, his eyes profound.
...
Qiao Mo wasn't sure how she left, grateful that her coat and bag were with Jiang Jinghao.
At least this way, she wouldn't have to worry about the phone ringing incessantly, not knowing how to explain to him.
After walking for an unknown amount of ti, Qiao Mo leaned against a mall's mast, coming to a stop.
Watching the bustling crowds in the mall, she couldn't help but recall Fu Nancheng's bloodied handso face.
Although he seed to let it go, Qiao Mo couldn't help but rember his words before leaving.
'When I'm unhappy, many people suffer...'
At the thought of this, Qiao Mo felt troubled, unsure if he would hold a grudge against her.
Lowering her gaze to the ring on her finger, the silver-white band shimred faintly under the overly luxurious mall lighting, the small diamond gleaming pure and exquisitely.
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