Qiao Mo gave a light hum, "There are so many people who want to marry you, why should I pay for it?"
"Ungrateful little one. Say it again and see if I won’t hit you." He threatened softly in her ear.
"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists." Qiao Mo pushed his handso face away to keep him a few inches away, to prevent her mind from going blank from ti to ti.
"I’m not a gentleman, I’m a man. Your man."
His kisses fell softly on her ear, warm, hot, and a bit ticklish, and at the sa ti, his big hands began to act mischievous.
Qiao Mo, blushing with sha, jumped away from him uneasily, worried that they might not be able to finish their al.
She hugged her bowl and moved around to sit across from him to keep so distance.
Still, she couldn’t help but glare at him and say, "Shaless."
Fu Nancheng ignored her and casually announced, "Engagent in twenty days."
"Ah... what?" Qiao Mo’s jaw nearly dropped on the table, unable to react for a mont.
"No... no way." Qiao Mo snapped back to her senses.
Fu Nancheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze deep and a bit cold.
Qiao Mo shrank her neck and said softly, "My dad is still in prison. Can we wait until he gets out?"
This wasn’t Qiao Mo being unreasonable.
It’s just that she felt she already didn’t have a mom; if those ssy relatives at ho knew she was engaged to Fu Nancheng, it would be good if they didn’t add to her troubles. She couldn’t count on them to do anything good.
The only two family mbers she had were Qiao Dehou, who was in prison, and Qiao Xuan, who was abroad.
Moreover, fathers are inherently important in matters like marriage. If she set everything without even informing him, she feared Qiao Dehou would surely be upset with her.
"No." Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng imdiately refused.
Wait for Qiao Dehou to co out?
How long was he sentenced again?
Wouldn’t that be at least around two more years?
If the little one in front of him could stay out of trouble, that’d be fine, but she was always attracting bees and butterflies, previously with Jiang Jinghao and Han Zirui, and recently getting involved with that Louis who kept making eyes at her.
If he didn’t settle things early, he wouldn’t feel at ease.
He’d always worry she might be deceived away.
But he had to admit, he hadn’t fully considered the issue with Qiao Dehou.
He had thought the engagent party would be enough if both he and she were present, neglecting the connection with Qiao Dehou.
Qiao Mo pouted unhappily, throwing down her chopsticks, "No way."
His face instantly darkened a shade, his black eyes deep and coldly staring at her.
For a mont, the two of them stared at each other across the dining table. Neither spoke, yet neither was willing to give in.
Finally, after more than ten minutes.
Fu Nancheng still couldn’t win against her, darkening his face as he spoke again, "Engagent in twenty days, wedding in three months. When it cos ti for the wedding, I’ll apply to the court to let Qiao Dehou attend."
Qiao Mo’s eyes widened, "You can do that?"
Fu Nancheng kept a calm face and said nothing; whether he could or couldn’t, he had to find a way. Otherwise, what if she refused to marry him?
Did he really have to tie her up and bring her to the wedding?
Qiao Mo hesitated in silence; three months seed a bit too fast.
Even counting from when she first realized she liked him, it hadn’t even been half a year since they t.
And he wanted to get married already?
Ignoring her inner thoughts, he picked up her chopsticks and handed them back to her, "Eat."
While stuffing food into her mouth, Qiao Mo’s heart was pounding like a drum.
She felt she might have a bit of a fear of marriage, what should she do?
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