Before coming, she did a bit of howork and didn’t expect Fu Nancheng to be interested in such a banquet.
Qiao Mo wore a white long dress, busy sneaking bites of food.
Having been abroad for these years, her appetite had grown, perhaps because the food overseas was unbearably bad, making her hungry again soon after eating.
"Xiao Mo...?" A gentle voice sounded behind her.
Qiao Mo turned around and saw Yu Qianxun, dressed in a light green long dress, lightly brushing her hair, looking sowhat unsure at her.
Qiao Mo smiled slightly, "Qianxun."
"Really... is it really you?" Yu Qianxun froze, incredulous.
"Yes, it’s ."
She imdiately stepped forward, nervously grasped her wrist, "But... but weren’t you... weren’t you dead? How could... how could...?"
Yu Qianxun looked exceptionally shocked, her grasp on Qiao Mo’s wrist was painful.
"Well, it’s a long story. Let’s not talk about it, but why are you here?"
Yu Qianxun slowly let go of her hand, "I saw you at the NORTH press conference last ti and thought it was just my imagination."
"I startled you."
Yu Qianxun let out a sigh of relief, "I thought it was you, but then I kept wondering, if it really was you, why haven’t I heard Nancheng... heard Mr. Fu ntion it."
Qiao Mo paused, her gaze at her deepened, but she didn’t follow up with questions.
Nancheng... had they beco so familiar?
"How have you been these years? I’ve heard you’re now a famous international designer." Qiao Mo changed the topic.
"Still the sa, neither here nor there, just taking it one step at a ti. But you, no news at all these years, you must tell all about your experiences when you have ti."
Qiao Mo nodded gladly, "Sure, though I’m afraid you might find it boring."
While the two were busy exchanging pleasantries, Fu Nancheng was waiting outside Qiao Mo’s company.
As it was only five minutes to seven, many of the building’s lights had dimd significantly, yet he hadn’t seen her.
His face darkened a bit, and he dialed Qiao Mo’s number.
Qiao Mo glanced at the number on her phone, pausing for a mont.
He was still using the old number.
"Sorry Qianxun, I need to take a call."
Qiao Mo set down the tray in her hand, walked to a corner, "Mr. Fu, you’re as resourceful as ever. I’ve barely returned a few days, and you’ve managed to get my number."
"You promised you would attend the banquet." Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.
Qiao Mo laughed, "Yes, truth be told, I’ve been here half an hour. Yet, how co you haven’t arrived?"
Fu Nancheng’s face was livid, aware that she was doing this deliberately.
Soon after the call ended, he arrived at the Imperial Building.
As soon as he appeared, several people eagerly ca forward to flatter him.
Everyone was cautiously observing his deanor, seeing that he seed unhappy, soone tentatively spoke up, "Mr. Fu, it’s such an honor to have you here. Isn’t Mrs. Fu joining us today?"
Fu Nancheng stood coldly in place, searching for Qiao Mo’s figure.
A few seconds later, his gaze landed on a white figure in the corner, and he walked straight towards her through the crowd.
At this mont, Qiao Mo’s heart trembled slightly, had he actually married? Who was it?
Mrs. Fu... quite a fitting title...
"Why are you so early?" he spoke warmly, frowning as he looked at her deep V dress.
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