The next morning, Qiao Mo didn’t wake up until past ten.
When she woke up, the man by her side was already gone. Qiao Mo turned her head to look in the direction of the window, the curtains were tightly closed, seemingly to avoid waking her up, so the room was as dark and silent as night.
After rolling around in bed for a while, Qiao Mo finally got up.
When she pulled open the window, it was like opening the door to a new world, flooding the whole room with sunlight.
She stretched lazily, turned around, and went out to have a bit of breakfast.
Fu Nancheng had already left. Once Qiao Mo was fully awake, she couldn’t help but think again about the matter of Qiao Yun, feeling sowhat preoccupied.
With graduation approaching, things weren’t too busy.
The graduation design and thesis were mostly finished, leaving only trivial chores, so she still had to go to school frequently.
Afternoon.
After finishing at school, Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont and took a taxi to the place the Qiao family had rented later on.
In a flash, she hadn’t been there for more than half a year, and she didn’t even know if Old Mrs. Qiao and the rest were still living there.
Qiao Mo bought quite a few things, her hands aching from the strain. She found the previous house by mory.
The door was tightly closed, and Qiao Mo felt a bit nervous. After all, she hadn’t been able to co and see them for so long. Admittedly, she thought she sowhat cold-hearted.
’Knock knock...’ she gently tapped on the door.
There was no sound from inside, so Qiao Mo knocked twice more before hearing footsteps.
Soon, the door was opened. It was Song Yuqin who ca.
Seeing Qiao Mo, she hesitated for a mont, then squeezed out a smile: "It’s Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo, you haven’t co over in a long ti."
"Aunt Song," Qiao Mo softly called.
Song Yuqin’s face showed so embarrassnt, then she stepped aside and said: "Co in and sit."
Qiao Mo placed the things by the door and looked around the room.
The house was still the way she rembered, but in truth, she had almost forgotten. After all, she had only been there once, and after putting down her luggage, she had been taken away by Fu Nancheng before she even had a chance to unpack.
Song Yuqin glanced outside, then politely said: "Did you co by yourself? Why didn’t Mr. Fu co with you?"
"He’s busy with work at the company. He’ll co by to see you another day."
"Oh... right, Mr. Fu must be swamped with work, surely very busy."
Qiao Mo looked around but didn’t see anyone else: "Is it just you at ho?"
"Yes, that’s right. Let get you a glass of water." Song Yuqin turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Qiao Mo sat on the sowhat worn-out sofa, watching her back silently.
After the Qiao family’s fall, they had almost been entirely reliant on the support of Song Yuqin’s family to barely get by.
But Qiao Mo also knew that Old Mrs. Qiao was always picky, her aunt was harsh and petty, her uncle was a gambler, and the children were still in school. This family was used to living in comfort, and sustaining their expenses wasn’t a small amount.
She knew that Song Yuqin was not as harmless as she appeared, even harboring so malice.
Yet, she was still surprised that she remained with the Qiao family, continually supporting their livelihood.
After all, in her view, Song Yuqin could have taken Qiao Yin back to her own family. Although the Song family wasn’t a significant wealthy aristocratic family, it was sufficient for the mother and daughter to live comfortably. Therefore, she didn’t expect that Song Yuqin would stay to take care of Old Mrs. Qiao and Mr. Qiao, and not take Qiao Yin away to move back to her own family without looking back.
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