Sitting alone on the sofa for ages.
Seemingly reminded of sothing, Qiao Mo began rummaging in the room.
Every step she took was still unbearably painful.
She couldn’t understand why so people consider carnal pleasure as enjoyable.
At least, the past two tis for her were nightmarish, even thinking about it made her instinctively resist.
Dragging her weary body, Qiao Mo rummaged through a dicine box but couldn’t find what she was looking for.
The room was turned upside down by her, and she had no mind to tidy it up again.
Putting on a coat, she went downstairs, where Uncle Zhong was the first to approach: "Does Miss Qiao need anything?"
Qiao Mo forced an ugly smile: "Nothing, I’m looking for Nanny Wang."
Uncle Zhong called Nanny Wang over, glanced at Qiao Mo, then turned and left.
"Miss Qiao, you called for ."
Qiao Mo’s throat was sowhat dry: "Nanny Wang..."
Nanny Wang looked at Qiao Mo, seeing her hoarse voice and very haggard complexion, she asked concernedly: "Are you sick? Shall I ask Mr. Fu to take you to the hospital?"
Nanny Wang was unaware of what happened between Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo.
At Nanshan Villa, without Fu Nancheng’s instructions, the servants were typically not allowed upstairs.
Even so, Nanny Wang knew that Qiao Mo was carried back by Mr. Fu today, and then Qin Zhaoran and Yan Yiheng also ca, surely sothing must have happened.
Facing her concerned eyes, Qiao Mo forced a smile and softly said: "I’m fine."
"Then Miss is..."
After a mont’s silence, Qiao Mo finally spoke slowly: "Is there... is there any after pills?"
Nanny Wang paused, evidently not expecting Qiao Mo to ask for such a thing.
"This... this needs Mr. Fu’s permission."
Qiao Mo’s heart was bitter, did she not even have the right to take so dicine?
But surely he wouldn’t want her to have a child.
Imdiately, she looked up at Nanny Wang and said: "He will agree."
Nanny Wang was a bit troubled: "But..."
Before she finished speaking, she looked up to see Fu Nancheng coming down the stairs and imdiately bowed: "Sir."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly, not turning around, continuing: "If not, can you help buy so?"
"Buy what?" He asked in a deep voice behind her, his voice low.
Nanny Wang gave Qiao Mo a glance, hesitating: "Buy... buy..."
Seeing her difficulty, Qiao Mo still didn’t turn around, straightforwardly said: "After pills."
His heart ached, pressing his lips together without speaking.
Qiao Mo looked at Nanny Wang and spoke again: "Once bought, please bring them up to ."
Nanny Wang looked at Fu Nancheng’s increasingly gloomy expression and imdiately lowered her head, keeping silent.
Once she finished speaking, Qiao Mo turned around, preparing to go upstairs.
He stood motionless in place, his gaze falling on Nanny Wang as he said: "Go about your business."
"Then the dicine..." Nanny Wang tentatively spoke.
"Not needed." He replied in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo’s steps slightly paused, finally looking at him.
She let out a mocking laugh: "Does Mr. Fu still hope for to have a child for you?"
Fu Nancheng’s large hands slightly clenched, looking at her without speaking.
"Or do you want to see get pregnant and then terminate it?"
Each word was like knives, akin to arrows, imbued with poison, stabbing at his heart.
Fu Nancheng’s face grew even darker.
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, leisurely walked upstairs.
"Sir..."
"You may go down now."
"Yes."
Nanny Wang bowed and retreated.
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