Feeling him leave, Qiao Mo’s once passionate kiss gradually cooled, rely woodenly accepting Fu Nancheng’s conquest.
As if sensing her sudden indifference, Fu Nancheng’s gaze turned cold, and he fiercely bit her lips.
"Ouch... it hurts."
The scab on her lips broke again, oozing a hint of blood, aching so much that her eyes stung, forcing her to withdraw her gaze, holding back tears as she looked at him, wanting to escape.
But Fu Nancheng tightly trapped her in his arms: "Use and then leave?"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, absent-mindedly looking at him...
So, he knew all along.
He knew all of this was just for Jiang Jinghao to see.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, her small face flushed, softly saying, "I need to go to the restroom..."
Only then did Fu Nancheng release her. Qiao Mo imdiately stood up and hurried away before he could speak.
"Third Brother, take care~" Yan Jiu waved at Fu Nancheng with a mischievous smile, seemingly in a good mood.
Fu Nancheng shot him a cold glance and turned to leave.
"Haha, alcohol easily leads to misbehavior, Third Brother, I can only help you this far." Yan Jiu spoke ambiguously, watching his departing figure.
Fu Nancheng ignored him, yet inexplicably Qiao Mo’s delicate figure erged in his mind; the warm liquor, passing through her lips and tongue, beca slightly sweeter...
"Mr. Jiu, are you trying to match Miss Qiao and Young Master Fu?"
A man, who fancied himself acquainted, squeezed in front of Yan Yiheng and spoke with a smile, his small eyes showing a trace of drunkenness.
Yan Yiheng looked back at him, half-smiling, waiting for him to continue.
"If you ask , it’s not that complicated, just add a little sothing to their drinks... Wouldn’t that..."
"Bang!!!"
Before the man could finish his sentence, his chest suddenly hurt, and he was instantly sent flying.
Yan Jiu kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying!
The man crashed onto a table at the next booth, leaving him a bit dazed.
The clatter of shattered liquor filled the air with loud crashes.
The entire dance floor instantly grew a bit quieter; Yan Yiheng coldly sneered as he gradually approached step by step from the sofa, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, still retaining that nonchalant deanor.
He put one hand in his pocket, looking down rcilessly at the man: "Who the hell do you think you are! Daring to sche against my Third Brother?"
The man was as silent as a cicada in winter, trembling all over, hastily kneeling on the floor, apologizing: "Mr. Jiu... I was wrong... I spoke nonsense when I was drunk!"
"I deserve to be hit! I deserve to be hit...!"
The man began desperately slapping himself, each slap crisp and clear; he had never imagined his flattery would hit the wrong note.
He had seen the previous events clearly, mistakenly believing Yan Yiheng wanted to bring Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng together.
It wasn’t that he dared to sche against Fu Nancheng, but rather he felt that Young Master Fu seed to have a thing for Qiao Mo, hoping to kill two birds with one stone and perhaps win the favor of both parties, but instead, it backfired...
...
As soon as Qiao Mo stood up, she felt sowhat dizzy.
She had downed quite a bit of alcohol before, not feeling particularly drunk, but now that she’d moved, she felt a bit of the world spinning and unclear.
After several turns in the dance floor, she finally found the direction to the restroom.
Passing through the crowd, the noise behind her gradually died down a bit.
With one hand against the wall, she staggered forward, always with a faint smile, yet the bitterness in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
Just as she turned the corner, she caught sight of a familiar figure, and she froze in place, thinking she was seeing things.
"Xiao Mo." Jiang Jinghao’s gaze fell upon her, speaking softly.
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