"Xiao Mo." His tone turned more serious, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"Hmm?"
His gaze carried a hint of complexity as he softly spoke while staring at her: "If he treats you badly, rember to co find ."
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, then gently laughed and nodded: "Okay."
She accepted his affection, but in the end, they were already walking on two separate paths.
She fell in love with soone else, had a child, and eventually, he would also marry and have children.
So, even if one day she were abandoned by Fu Nancheng, she thought she should never appear in front of this man again.
Seemingly seeing through her thoughts, he gently embraced her, his gaze deeply fixed beyond Qiao Mo’s back: "This promise holds for a lifeti."
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes a bit sour: "Got it, being so sentintal, are you trying to make cry."
After saying goodbye to him, as soon as she turned around, Qiao Mo found herself gazing into a pair of dark eyes.
She was slightly startled, her heart instinctively tightened.
Why... is he here?
When did he co?
Qiao Mo anxiously looked towards Jiang Jinghao standing beside her and whispered: "Jing Hao, you should go first."
She had seen him suffer too much in his hands and was worried he would cause more trouble for him.
But Jiang Jinghao ignored Qiao Mo’s reminder, still standing in place, coldly staring at Fu Nancheng.
Their gazes t in the air, sparking a tension that turned everything around them into illusions.
The bustling street instantly transford into a place of martial arts, swords and shadows flashing by in a few breaths.
Qiao Mo felt uneasy, worried sothing might escalate, and walked over to Fu Nancheng, saying: "Let’s go."
Fu Nancheng calmly retracted his gaze, slightly pursed his lips, turned to open the car door, and warmly asked Qiao Mo: "Shall we head ho first?"
The words were neither harsh nor mild.
Yet they clearly declared sovereignty to Jiang Jinghao.
Qiao Mo said nothing, nodded to Jiang Jinghao, then got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.
Fu Nancheng quickly got back into the car, speeding away like the wind.
The car fell silent; she had thought he would be furious.
Yet, unexpectedly, over ten minutes later, he glanced at the images and materials in her hand and calmly said: "Everything checked out?"
"Yes." Qiao Mo responded, a bit eagerly: "Do you want to see what the baby looks like?"
Although she was still annoyed with him, she was overwheld by the joy of being a mother.
"Sure." Even though he had already seen them at the hospital earlier, he still pulled over to the side.
Qiao Mo imdiately took out the printed images with excitent, montarily forgetting their previous conflicts, and happily pointed at the images: "Look, these are his eyes... this is the mouth. This one shows his little face."
His gaze was gentle as he earnestly observed their child.
"This one shows the legs, they’ll be a ter eighty in the future." Qiao Mo proudly remarked.
He chuckled lightly: "Good genes, can’t be helped."
Qiao Mo was slightly startled and gently looked up at him, his face carrying a pure smile, his eyes tired but clearly happy.
She felt a bit lost; it seed like she hadn’t seen him this happy in a long ti.
"What are you looking at?" He rubbed her head and reached out to take the images from her hand, carefully flipping through them.
Because the baby hadn’t moved much, Qiao Mo had wanted to take a more complete picture, so the photo session took a long ti, resulting in several photos.
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