Once they got ho, the two had a al together, and afterwards Qiao Mo took a bath and curled up on the sofa to look at design drafts.
Fu Nancheng sat at the table handling docunts, but several tis couldn’t help but look up at the woman on the sofa, as if nothing had ever happened.
In fact, Qiao Mo seed to be engrossed, but her mind was actually a jumbled ss.
Finally, after more than half an hour had passed.
Fu Nancheng set aside his work and walked over to sit beside Qiao Mo, pulling the design drafts from her hands.
Qiao Mo lifted her eyes to look at him without saying a word, and he asked in a deep voice, "You know everything?"
"Mm."
"No questions for ?"
Qiao Mo was silent, though in truth she did.
She seed to have many questions, yet didn’t know where to start.
His large hand gently held her small one, also saying nothing.
After a long ti, Qiao Mo softly said, "When... when did you find her?"
"From Mrs. Chen’s mouth, not long after the engagent banquet."
Qiao Mo nodded and forced a smile at him, "She’s... very hurt."
"Mm."
"Do you hate ?" Qiao Mo lifted her eyes to look at him, feeling a bit anxious inside.
"Xiao Mo, whatever happened before has nothing to do with the you now." He gently stroked her hair, offering quiet comfort.
Qiao Mo’s gaze beca a bit misty, she slowly said, "Actually... I’m really afraid of losing you."
He curled his lips into a smile, holding her in his arms, "You won’t lose . Never."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes; perhaps this promise from him was already enough.
The atmosphere between the two gradually ward, losing the trace of awkwardness.
But as bedti neared, Fu Nancheng erged from his shower only to find his pillow tossed onto the bedroom sofa, with a blanket thoughtfully left behind.
He furrowed his brows, looking at the little thing on the bed.
Qiao Mo smiled as she spoke to him, "I know you’ll visit Qiao Yun, but I didn’t expect that I went to see her only yesterday and today you ran to the hospital. I’m very displeased about this, extrely displeased, exceedingly displeased. So these days, I’ll trouble you to humbly sleep on the sofa."
"This is unfair." Fu Nancheng’s face darkened sowhat. He turned around and retrieved the pillow, putting it back on the bed.
But as soon as it was steady, Qiao Mo grabbed the pillow and looked at him, "Are you going to sleep on the sofa or not? If you don’t sleep there, I’m going to the guest room!"
His face turned even darker, staring at her pretty face for a long ti.
Ultimately, with a dark look, he turned and walked to the sofa, his gaze chilling.
Qiao Mo wasn’t afraid of him right now, and lay back in bed.
As night fell, perhaps because of the pregnancy, Qiao Mo fell asleep quickly, yet Fu Nancheng tossed and turned on the sofa, unable to sleep.
Soon, he heard her steady breathing.
He slipped back into the bed and held her in his arms, finally feeling at ease.
The next morning, Qiao Mo woke up in his arms, a bit annoyed. After all, she found herself clinging to him as soon as she opened her eyes, which made her feel sowhat embarrassed.
She sulked for a while, but by the ti he sent her to school, Qiao Mo’s anger had sowhat dissipated.
"Xiao Mo." Fu Nancheng began seriously.
"Mm?" Qiao Mo, sowhat distracted, fiddled with her phone, scrolling through the latest entertainnt news.
He snatched the phone from her hand, furrowing his brows, finding this little thing less mindful of him than ever lately.
Clearly sensing the atmosphere in the car growing colder, Qiao Mo smirked and looked up, "What’s wrong?"
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