Yet, upon reconsideration, thinking of her current status and excessively ruthless ans, Qiao Mo felt relieved once more.
Qiao Mo quietly walked over to him and sat down, feeling at a loss for a mont: "Mr. Fu, my brother’s illness..."
Fu Nancheng was flipping through the newspaper in his hand. Upon hearing her, he raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, then took a card out of his wallet and tossed it directly in front of Qiao Mo: "The password is six zeros."
Qiao Mo tightly grasped the card in her palm, carefully putting it away.
Watching her back, Fu Nancheng spoke again: "Tomorrow I will call Zhaoran, you can discuss the surgery ti with him."
Qiao Mo’s eyes welled up, and she said softly, "Thank you."
Fu Nancheng glanced at her indifferently and didn’t speak further.
The room fell silent again, and Qiao Mo curled up in the corner of the sofa, covering herself with a blanket, staring intently at the news on the television.
In truth, every nerve of Qiao Mo was tense, afraid of what Fu Nancheng might do to her again.
As ti passed second by second, he was still reading the newspaper, and Qiao Mo gradually relaxed due to the warmth of the room.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, Qiao Mo’s head felt heavy.
Coupled with the exhaustion from the past few days, she unknowingly fell asleep.
Soon, the room was filled with the sound of gentle, even breathing, as if even in sleep, there was a hint of cautiousness.
Fu Nancheng turned his head to look at her, sowhat lost in thought.
Her small face, the size of a palm, was tinged with a hint of blush, her long eyelashes were curled and thick, her slightly pouted lips made him nostalgic for their taste, and her red lips and white teeth were so endearing that even in sleep, she wore a touch of coquettishness that one couldn’t help but want to indulge.
There was a flicker of struggle in his eyes, and after a mont of hesitation, he gently carried her and placed her on the bed.
Early the next morning.
Qiao Mo woke up very early, squinting her eyes and glancing at the ti, it was not yet six o’clock.
But just that one glance made her wake up imdiately, her entire body instantly sitting up from the bed!
The luxurious, soft bed, the crystal-clear chandelier...
Obviously everything was unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar!
Making her instantly recall that morning from a few days ago.
Fu Nancheng.
Yes, where is Fu Nancheng!
Qiao Mo finally fully awakened, subconsciously looking down at her clothes.
It was still the pajamas she had worn after bathing last night, intact on her body.
Only then did Qiao Mo breathe a sigh of relief, taking a look around, but didn’t see any sign of Fu Nancheng, making her wonder if everything from yesterday was just a dream.
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo imdiately ran off the bed, dug out her wallet, and only upon confirming that the bank card he had given her was still lying safely in her wallet did she finally feel at ease.
After taking a shower, her gaze landed on the blanket in the corner of the sofa, where she slowly stopped, sowhat absent-minded.
She rembered.
Last night, she had fallen asleep there...
Staring at the corner of the sofa for a while, Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, turned on the TV, and absentmindedly wiped her hair while lost in thought.
Had he already left?
So...was last night just over like that?
After so aimless thoughts, Qiao Mo’s attention was caught by the news on the TV, her hand paused slightly, and her brows furrowed tightly.
"According to the latest report, the previously highly anticipated new-generation company Jiang Qiao is on the verge of bankruptcy overnight, with several major investors hesitating to act. What has caused a company, once highly regarded by experts, to fall to such a state? Next, let us hear Professor Wang’s views..."
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