Qiao Mo lightly bit her lip, desperately holding back, but a tear still escaped her eyes.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Qiao Mo snapped out of her daze, quickly wiped away the tear marks on her face, and closed the webpage on her computer. Pretending as if nothing had happened.
Fu Nancheng ca out of the study and saw the lights and TV in the living room were on. A blanket was casually thrown on the sofa, half of it hanging onto the floor.
Approaching, he picked up the blanket and found the remote had also been tossed aside, making him furrow his brow slightly.
Turning around, he walked to the bedroom and saw her on the computer.
He went over and hugged her from behind: "Why did you co over so quickly? The TV is still on."
Qiao Mo forced a smile, pretending to be calm: "Oh... I just got a call, so I rushed a bit. After answering, I ended up forgetting."
"Working?" Fu Nancheng glanced at the materials she had opened. It was an image related to traditional Chinese embroidery.
"Mm... just looking up so materials." Qiao Mo nodded absently, but felt increasingly uncomfortable.
She kept reassuring herself, telling herself that Qiao Yun wanting to jump off the building was understandable for him to go and check.
Reassuring herself that he rely went to take a look and did nothing to betray her.
But even so, she still felt blocked in her heart.
She felt uneasy and afraid. She always thought she was the replacent, substituting for Qiao Yun’s earlier intrusion into his life.
But... even though he said he loved her, she was still afraid. Especially when that real woman appeared.
Since she was facing away from him, Fu Nancheng did not notice her strangeness, just gently hugging her from behind, speaking softly: "How much longer? There will be radiation."
"Huh? Oh... just a few more minutes." Qiao Mo softly replied, but her eyes on the screen saw nothing.
He gently kissed her hair: "Rest for a bit if you’re tired, I’ll go do a video conference. It’ll end in half an hour, then we can get to bed early and I’ll tell our baby a story."
"Okay." Qiao Mo returned his smile.
He turned and left the bedroom again, the room quieting once more.
Qiao Mo’s body was limp, as if a taut string had snapped, staring blankly in a daze.
After a mont, she began searching the na Qiao Yun again, feeling it too coincidental.
Why did this woman also have the surna Qiao? Are there really that many coincidences in the world?
No, there aren’t.
Qiao Mo pondered the na, Yun also having the grass radical, just like her own na Qiao Mo and Qiao Yin, giving her a vague premonition.
Because this na was quite common and lacked exposure until today, Qiao Mo searched for quite a while.
But after more than twenty minutes, the news about her began gradually increasing online.
It seed that besides her, many others were, due to today’s news and Fu Nancheng’s involvent, curious about Qiao Yun’s identity and started digging deep.
Qiao Mo browsed for a while, her eyes landing on an explanation, her whole body struck as if by lightning.
Another illegitimate child of the Qiao family... Qiao Yun.
She had been brought back to the Qiao family from the orphanage just like her, but eight years ago, was declared by Qiao Dehou to have gone abroad for studies, and had not appeared since.
Qiao Mo couldn’t quite accept it at the mont because she had never heard of the Qiao family having another child nad Qiao Yun. Nor had she heard anything about her going abroad?
Moreover, why was the ti she went abroad eight years ago?
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