"Fu Nancheng, don’t push your luck! Do you even want to keep going?"
He sat on the sofa, holding her on his lap: "Be good and drink your dicine. I’ll deal with Jin Chengbin for you."
Qiao Mo froze for a mont, feeling a bit awkward.
Damn... she knew he’d see right through her.
"Did you know already?"
"Yes."
"Then why were you so angry last night?"
Fu Nancheng’s face turned a shade darker. Was this woman pretending to be dumb or was she really dumb: "You were sitting on another man’s lap, hugging him. How could I not be angry?"
Seeing his face grow even darker, Qiao Mo shrank her neck back.
"If you don’t fix this, I’ll go find him again."
"You dare!" Fu Nancheng was furious.
He felt that the little troublemaker in front of him was even more audacious than a few years ago.
No matter how you see it, he still had so authority in front of her a few years back, but look at her now, she clearly doesn’t take him seriously!
"I don’t care... anyway, as long as he’s in Jiang City for a day, I’ll go play with him for a day," Qiao Mo threatened with a pout.
Who’s afraid of who!
You think you’re the only one who can threaten!
Fu Nancheng was so angry he couldn’t speak. He picked up the bowl of steaming herbal dicine and took a big gulp.
"Ugh..."
The next mont, Qiao Mo’s mouth was blocked by him again.
The bitterness of the herbal dicine spread once more.
Qiao Mo was so angry she flailed her legs, but she couldn’t break free.
After choking a few tis, Qiao Mo finally swallowed the dicine, feeling it was so bitter she wanted to vomit.
"Bastard, doing this again!"
He wiped her lips gently: "Is it that you want to kiss you, so you’re not willing to drink it?"
"You’re... you’re shaless!"
Fu Nancheng chuckled softly: "As long as I have you, I don’t need dignity."
Qiao Mo glared at him, unable to speak, and Fu Nancheng picked up the bowl again, seemingly intending to continue this tactic.
Qiao Mo imdiately grabbed the bowl, "Don’t..."
He looked at her, waiting for her to make a decision.
Qiao Mo let go, burying her head in his shoulder, her gaze a bit sour, she said softly: "Please don’t force to drink it, I really don’t want to."
Qiao Mo’s eyes were slightly moist.
She was scared.
She dared not try again.
She was afraid of pouring all her joy and expectations into it, afraid of pouring all her love and emotions, but ultimately being unable to protect him, destined to lose him.
She dared not think about it, even more, dared not act.
He seed to sense her distress and finally understood that it wasn’t just the bitterness of the dicine, but her fear of losing once again.
He whispered: "This ti... I will definitely protect our child... and protect you."
Qiao Mo hugged his neck silently.
"Xiao Mo, trust one more ti." He spoke softly, his voice a bit choked.
Not entirely just because he wanted a child of their own, he just thought, if they continued like this forever, it would always be a lingering knot in Qiao Mo’s heart.
Qiao Mo just held his neck and cried, seemingly rembering that child from the past.
Fu Nancheng’s eyes also felt sour, he gently patted her shoulder and said softly: "Don’t cry, darling. You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, we won’t ever again."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo cried even harder.
He raised her head and carefully wiped away her tears: "Alright... why are you crying again, we won’t ever drink it again."
Qiao Mo’s eyes were red, her freshly done makeup was slightly sared, and her teary countenance made him feel particularly distressed.
Actually, throughout all these years.
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