Qiao Yun looked at him with red eyes, a hint of expectation in her gaze.
Unfortunately, Fu Nancheng was destined to disappoint her. He calmly said, "Sorry, the person I love is Xiao Mo."
Qiao Yun’s tears poured down instantly, and she collapsed to the ground, looking especially pitiful.
Aunt Yang rushed forward in pain to support her, "Xiao Yun... Xiao Yun, are you okay?"
Qiao Yun’s face was pale, and she just shook her head silently, her restrained manner making her even more heart-wrenching.
Fu Nancheng looked down at her from above and said in a deep voice, "No matter what, there was once a bond between us. I’ll hire the best doctors to treat you."
"But today, I hope you can find your proper place. Don’t have any thoughts that you shouldn’t."
His voice was very cold, carrying a hint of warning.
Qiao Yun bit her lip tightly, her eyes full of pain.
Unfortunately, apart from a touch of guilt for having wronged her, Fu Nancheng couldn’t muster any sympathy, let alone heartache.
"If sothing like this happens again, don’t bla for being ruthless." He coldly dropped the statent and turned to leave.
Watching his back, Qiao Yun instantly burst into heart-wrenching tears, shouting, "Nancheng! Have you forgotten those words you said back then?"
Fu Nancheng’s steps paused slightly but he didn’t turn back.
Qiao Yun choked again, "Have you forgotten the doll you gave ?"
"Have you forgotten taking to eat soup dumplings...?"
"Have you forgotten that you promised to take care of for life?"
Qiao Yun’s voice weakened a bit, but she still spoke unwillingly, "Have you forgotten the days at the orphanage? And the letters we wrote..."
Unfortunately, after a brief pause, Fu Nancheng just left again, without turning back.
After his figure disappeared completely, Qiao Yun burst into tears.
Aunt Yang tried to help her up from the side, "Xiao Yun, get up. The ground is cold and your body can’t take it."
Qiao Yun threw herself into Aunt Yang’s arms, her face full of tears, "Mom... What should I do? What should I do?"
Aunt Yang’s eyes flashed with a gleam, and she gently caressed Qiao Yun’s head, "Don’t worry, mom has a way. I’ll definitely snatch Fu Nancheng from Qiao Mo for you!"
Qiao Yun said nothing, just clung tightly to Aunt Yang’s clothes.
...
After leaving the hospital, Fu Nancheng asked the driver to head straight to Qiao Mo’s school.
After being delayed for a while, it was already two thirty, making his brow furrow tightly, "Drive faster."
"Yes."
The driver pressed the gas pedal to the floor, but even at maximum speed, it still needed ti.
Additionally, the journey wasn’t smooth, and when Fu Nancheng arrived at the school, it was already nearly three o’clock.
By this ti, Qiao Mo had already showcased her work and was standing on stage, waiting for the announcent of the rankings.
Her gaze fell on the audience seats, still searching for his figure.
Damn it, didn’t he promise he would co?
She lowered her eyes slightly, a flash of disappointnt passing through them. Yet she kept telling herself it was just a competition, nothing that crucial.
He was usually so busy, with business dealings in the billions, spending ti here seed really unnecessary.
But for so reason, she just felt unhappy.
Though the competition had three rounds, the final decision for the champion and runner-up was in this round. She had worked so hard and still hoped he could be there at that mont.
The host on stage started announcing the rankings, but Qiao Mo remained sowhat distracted.
Every ti she heard so noise, she’d look up towards the entrance, but still couldn’t see his figure.
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