Li Xiaoi’s tears suddenly welled up: "Secretary Zhuo... Secretary Zhuo, I really know I was wrong... I won’t dare again, could you give one more chance?"
Li Xiaoi rushed forward, trying to grab Zhuo Lin, but was stopped by soone.
Two security guards quickly arrived, each grabbing one of her arms with no hint of pity, dragging her out.
A low murmur of discussion arose around them again: "This Li Xiaoi is really asking for trouble; this ti she’s hit a hard wall."
"Isn’t that the truth? She usually loves gossiping, but this ti she really asked for it."
"But speaking of which, is this Qiao Mo the second miss of the Qiao family?"
"Which one? You an the bankrupt Qiao family?"
"Yes... I rember that the second miss of the Qiao family is called Qiao Mo..."
"Oh my God! If it’s that Qiao Mo, then she’s been with Mr. Fu for a long ti. I heard before that she originally had a boyfriend, and Mr. Fu snatched her away."
"..."
The office was once again buzzing with low whispers, and Li Xiaoi, hearing these voices, felt utterly miserable.
Qiao Mo was already with Fu Nancheng... They actually knew each other long ago!
Li Xiaoi was filled with deep regret; if she had known earlier, she would never have blindly opposed Qiao Mo. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
...
anwhile, inside the car.
Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo’s puffed cheeks, found it amusing, and couldn’t help but poke them.
"Still mad?"
Qiao Mo reached out to push his hand away: "Don’t touch ."
"Alright, I won’t touch you." He chuckled lightly but still reached out to pinch her little face.
"Fu Nancheng!" Qiao Mo glared at him with reddened eyes, but just as she turned her head, he kissed her cherry lips, nibbling lightly.
"Bastard... It’s all your fault!"
"Yes, bla ."
"Next ti, find a private place, not in the office, okay?" He laughed softly as he teased her.
Qiao Mo’s face turned beet red, yet she couldn’t gain any advantage over him, either verbally or physically.
She simply pushed him away and turned her head to look out the window, refusing to acknowledge him!
Fu Nancheng didn’t push his luck either, knowing that if he really pissed her off, his days wouldn’t be easy.
After Qiao Mo arrived at the designated hotel, Fu Nancheng didn’t get out of the car. Glancing at the ti, he said, "I’ll pick you up at 7:30."
Qiao Mo ignored him and didn’t turn back.
The hotel was brilliantly lit, with models dressed in various outfits displayed everywhere. So expensive garnts were showcased in glass cases, secured with electronic locks and burglar alarms.
Luxurious dark brown carpets were laid across the floor, and many world-famous paintings were hung on the surrounding walls for appreciation.
The hotel played a lodious piano piece, adding a relaxed and pleasant ambiance without any pressure.
After entering, Qiao Mo took off Fu Nancheng’s coat and, dressed in a light pink suit, admired the designs and outfits that left marks in fashion history.
Qiao Mo observed the clothing for a while, but couldn’t help being drawn again to the frad paintings on the wall.
Yet today, it seed, was not a good day.
Having just dealt with Li Xiaoi at the company, she now encountered Chen Shiqing here.
From three or four ters away, Chen Shiqing saw Qiao Mo standing in front of a painting.
Two elegantly dressed friends by her side noticed her gaze on Qiao Mo and turned to look as well. After a mont, one of them spoke: "Shi Qing, is that Qiao Mo?"
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