It wasn’t long before he stopped under the hospital building.
From a dozen ters away, he saw a team of firefighters and police stationed below, pulling up a huge cushioning mattress. Soone held a gaphone, soone directed the scene, all nervously looking towards the rooftop.
Fu Nancheng glanced indifferently and saw Qiao Yun, dressed in hospital garb, straddling the edge of the rooftop.
He took the elevator all the way up to the rooftop.
By now, many doctors and firefighters were gathered here, all persuading Qiao Yun to co down from the steps.
Aunt Yang’s face was full of worry, and she was sowhat unsteady on her feet.
Seeing Fu Nancheng appear, Aunt Yang imdiately seed to find her anchor, rushing forward: "Mr. Fu! You’re here at last! You finally ca!"
"I beg you... please help persuade Xiao Yun, she’s suddenly lost her sense!"
Fu Nancheng looked up at Qiao Yun, her pale little face appearing extraordinarily fragile, yet compared to Qiao Mo, lacking that inherent coquettish charm.
Simply fragile, yet unable to stir his protective instincts.
"Nancheng..." Qiao Yun turned to Fu Nancheng, speaking softly, a line of tears rolling down her cheek.
Fu Nancheng remained silent, gazing at her for two seconds, then slowly said, "Jump then."
Everyone present was stunned for a mont, Aunt Yang gazed at him, more astonished than anyone.
Qiao Yun was equally shocked: "Nancheng... you... you..."
After easily throwing down those two words, Fu Nancheng turned to leave.
With just one glance, he could see clearly whether this woman truly wanted to die or simply wanted to make him co.
Apart from having seen him once at her house last ti, he hadn’t visited her even once during this period. So, if she resorted to such ans to make him co, he could indeed understand.
But understanding doesn’t imply he enjoys being manipulated like this, even if the person is a woman he once considered caring for his whole life.
Seeing him leaving without looking back, Qiao Yun imdiately descended the steps, stumbling as she chased after him: "Nancheng..."
She tightly grasped his arm, tears glistening in her eyes.
He turned to look at her, his gaze cold, with no superfluous expression.
Qiao Yun felt a slight tremor in her heart, choking on her words: "I know... I know I shouldn’t have used this way to make you co... But when you don’t appear before , it’s fine, but once you do, I can’t control the madness of thinking about you."
He remained silent, and Qiao Yun sobbed quietly: "I know I shouldn’t disturb you... But today I heard Aunt Yang say you would go to the fashion competition for my sister. I suddenly felt so jealous... so jealous, insanely jealous. I envy her for being so young and beautiful, envy her for having everything, even more for taking you away. I can’t control myself... I just want to know... if I still hold a little place in your heart."
It must be said, Qiao Yun is very clever.
Seeing Fu Nancheng easily see through her intentions, she simply stopped hiding and instead directly expressed her thoughts and feelings. This kind of candidness rather helps to dissipate so of Fu Nancheng’s inner disgust.
He coldly brushed her hand away, looking at her with a hint of complexity in his gaze.
Admittedly, Qiao Yun’s situation is bleak. Also, pitiful.
Perhaps, as she said, if it weren’t for Xiao Mo, maybe the person he loved should have been her.
But the world isn’t full of "what ifs." Even if by accident, the person he loves now isn’t her, whatever happened in the past carries no aning for him.
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