Qiao Mo was slightly startled, a crack appeared on her always flawless face, but soon, she restored her smile: "Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu are truly in love."
"Mm."
He didn’t speak again, and Qiao Mo also remained silent, yet there was an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.
Hadn’t she convinced herself she no longer cared? Why did it still hurt so much to hear the news of him marrying another woman?
Three years, ti flies, in the blink of an eye, it’s been three years.
She had never forgotten him, but she also could never forgive him.
Yet sotis, fate likes to play tricks on people.
This ti, if it weren’t for Chenchen, perhaps she would never have chosen to return to Jiang City in her lifeti.
The auction continued for over half an hour, but ti flew by amidst Qiao Mo’s random thoughts.
In a blink, the auction ended, and the dinner began.
A staff mber from the auction house brought over the white jade bracelet that Fu Nancheng had bid on, placing it in front of him in a black box, understated yet luxurious.
Fu Nancheng slowly opened the box and glanced at Qiao Mo, who was holding a glass of wine.
He took her hand and carefully slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.
The pure white jade bracelet accentuated her white wrist even more, so clear and bright that it was hard to look away.
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, looked dazedly at the bracelet on her wrist, then lifted her gaze to him. His dark eyes t her gaze, and he said slowly, "The size is just right."
Qiao Mo took the bracelet off, examined it with her fingertips, and said leisurely, "Mr. Fu, aren’t you afraid Mrs. Fu will be unhappy if you give the jewelry you bought for her to ?"
"She won’t be." He replied succinctly.
Qiao Mo sneered, glancing at the surrounding onlookers, and approached a woman about her size, slipping the bracelet into her hand: "It’s yours."
Fu Nancheng stood silently behind her, saying nothing.
But the woman was quite startled, knowing full well that the bracelet was the one Fu Nancheng bid on.
Seeming to notice her panic, Qiao Mo turned to Fu Nancheng, saying, "Didn’t you say you gave it to ? Since it’s mine, I surely have the right to dispose of it."
He gazed at her, his expression calm: "As long as you’re happy."
Qiao Mo was dazzled by the indulgence in his eyes and averted her gaze awkwardly.
She turned and walked to a waiter, picked up a glass of champagne, and drank it in one go.
Fu Nancheng’s gaze remained on her, and he actually knew that she probably wouldn’t care for such a jade bracelet, given that she had always been quite picky since childhood.
He also knew that her feigned interest was just for this mont, to trample on his feelings.
But what did it matter?
If it could make her a bit happier, whether he was heartbroken or not seed much less important.
Qiao Mo drank three glasses of champagne in a row, her eyes slightly moist. She seed trapped in his gaze, unable to escape.
She truly hated herself and hated him even more!
She more so wished to never et him again, yet she was inevitably drawn back.
Perhaps the wine mixed earlier was too much, Qiao Mo felt a bit dizzy, and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Fu Nancheng had been by her side all along and quickly caught her.
Qiao Mo smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons: "Do you love ?"
"Mm."
"Oh~!"
Qiao Mo nodded as if she understood, stood straight, and looked around.
Finally, her gaze fell on a man, and she walked over to him: "May I ask you for a dance?"
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