Not long after, the phone rang.
He walked to the table to check, it was Qiao Yun.
Since that call yesterday, she had called him several tis, but he didn’t answer.
Now that things were exposed, he had gathered almost all the evidence; there was no need to play gas with her anymore.
Qiao Yun was really anxious at this point. After all, she was on the verge of becoming the rightful Mrs. Fu, but sohow so bastard exposed these pieces of evidence!
Of course she was unwilling, it wasn’t just unwillingness, it was disbelief!
She didn’t believe that Fu Nancheng had no feelings for her all this ti; she couldn’t believe it!
Having tried calling several tis without an answer, Qiao Yun grew anxious and worried, beginning to fret whether he really had the evidence of her and Yang Peiyun’s actions from years ago.
"Nancheng... Will you forgive ? I really didn’t know things would be exposed."
"This really isn’t sothing my mom and I did; we also don’t know who is so malicious."
"No matter what, Qiao Mo is my sister. You have to believe ; I wouldn’t do such a thing."
"Nancheng... Could it be that all this ti, your feelings for were fake? You definitely have feelings for , right?"
...
Seeing that he wasn’t answering the phone at all, Qiao Yun began to bombard him with text ssages frantically.
Every ssage was heartfelt, even to the point where her agitation and anxiety made so of them incoherent.
Fu Nancheng tossed the phone aside without paying attention, asked his secretary to bring a set of clothes, and turned to enter the bathroom intending to take a shower to prepare for the afternoon’s news conference.
At the sa ti, he wanted to calm himself down.
During this ti, he had been led by the nose, from Xiao Mo’s miscarriage, losing the child, to their divorce, and later her living with Jiang Jinghao; his rationality was nearly collapsing, and he couldn’t calm down.
But now, this battle was about to be over, finally over.
At long last, he wouldn’t have to face Qiao Yun’s repulsive face.
He lowered his gaze softly, thinking of Qiao Mo, his eyes softened a lot: Xiao Mo, everything is about to be over; will you bla ?
He had too much to say to her, even though he didn’t know where to start.
But he wasn’t in a hurry; they still had lots of ti, enough ti to calm down, enough to have another child.
They would definitely have another child, they definitely would.
Thinking of the child, Fu Nancheng’s heart was heavily burdened.
He had to catch this behind-the-scenes manipulator and avenge their child!
Only then, the hardships and injustices he and Qiao Mo endured wouldn’t have been in vain, and their child wouldn’t have died in vain either.
With clothes in hand, he walked into the bathroom, leaving the phone buzzing non-stop on the office desk.
Qiao Yun relentlessly sent ssages, not believing for a second that in these past six months, Fu Nancheng held no trace of affection for her.
Even more, she didn’t believe he would really expose the evidence to the dia and send her to prison!
He must love her!
She believed he must love her!
After all, she and Qiao Mo looked quite alike, but she was gentle and considerate, a far cry from Qiao Mo’s bad temper.
He had no reason not to like her, right, he had no reason not to like her and prefer that Qiao Mo!
...
Yet at this mont, Fu Nancheng couldn’t foresee that a casual action of his would set the gears of fate into motion.
Not long after he entered the bathroom, Qiao Yun hurriedly ca looking, rushed into his office.
Zhuo Lin wasn’t there, and the other secretaries, seeing Qiao Yun freely entering and exiting during this period, didn’t ask many questions and allowed her in directly.
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