"Mr. Jin, but what I said before was indeed true. You’ve seen it for yourself. My ex-husband holds a powerful position, yet he keeps pestering , and I’m quite troubled by it." Qiao Mo spoke again.
Jin Chengbin hesitated for a mont before saying, "You really don’t like him?"
"I did like him once, but no woman can endure a man who is fickle. Considering his status, the won flocking around him need not be said, and at ho, I barely see him." Qiao Mo sighed lightly, seemingly helpless.
Upon hearing this, Jin Chengbin ward up imdiately.
After all, he didn’t dare to seek revenge for losing a finger by confronting Fu Nancheng, but the thought of sleeping with his woman brought him a sense of triumph!
"Don’t be too sad; three-legged frogs are hard to co by, but two-legged n are everywhere." Jin Chengbin wrapped his bandaged hand, gently patting the back of Qiao Mo’s hand.
Actually, at this mont, he wanted more to touch her delicate and soft little hands, but his hands were swollen like stead buns.
"Yes, but he keeps entangling with , I have no way out."
Qiao Mo looked at his pig-like hands, feeling like laughing, but she had to hold back, enduring the hardship.
Qiao Mo withdrew her hand, peeled an apple for him, and cut it into pieces to feed him: "Mr. Jin, have so fruit..."
Over the course of the afternoon, Qiao Mo beca quite familiar with him.
Until evening, Fu Nancheng’s call arrived as expected. "Where are you?"
Qiao Mo imdiately gestured for Jin Chengbin to keep quiet.
Jin Chengbin was slightly taken aback, a bit distracted by her gesture.
"Hello."
Fu Nancheng glanced at the ti, it was already six o’clock: "Where are you?"
"I have a contract to discuss today, I’m out, will be back later."
He paused for a mont, then said again: "Call before you’re done, I’ll co to pick you up."
"Okay..."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Mo’s expression carried a hint of impatience.
Jin Chengbin cautiously asked, "Is he always this clingy because he wants to remarry?"
"Remarry? It’s just about saving face." Qiao Mo spoke softly.
These words slightly eased Jin Chengbin’s concern.
Although he really wanted Qiao Mo, if Fu Nancheng was truly determined to remarry her, he might not have the courage to face that.
At present, he decided to think it over so more.
The pain from losing a finger remained fresh in his mory.
Seemingly aware of his cowardice, Qiao Mo secretly cursed him as a coward.
This type of man could only deceive soone like Yiran, who lacked love yet was innocent and kind.
At the thought of Yiran, Qiao Mo’s gaze darkened sowhat.
...
At nine in the evening.
Qiao Mo accompanied Jin Chengbin, who had changed out of the hospital gown, along with his group of cronies, to Nocturne.
Although Jin Chengbin’s hand was still badly injured, he was evidently not fond of the dull and boring environnt of the hospital, being accustod to a life of indulgence and revelry.
Hence, with Qiao Mo’s instigation, he called a few friends and went to Nocturne.
The earsplitting music set the whole venue ablaze, while alluring beauties and handso n openly flirted.
All around, the place was filled with lavish lights and colors, excessive and intoxicating.
"Momo, been here before?" Jin Chengbin asked with a smile, feeling quite good.
Qiao Mo nodded, "I’ve been here twice."
"Didn’t expect the beautiful Qiao to co to places like this, seems you’re also one of us."
The group went to a booth area to sit down, avoiding the private rooms.
The n all had female companions and ordered a table full of drinks, obviously with ill intentions.
"Co, why don’t we play so gas to liven things up."
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