Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 100: Why Do You Always Bully Me (8)

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Why Do You Always Bully Me (8)

Fu Nancheng carried Qiao Mo on his back, walking a long way, encountering a few couples strolling by the seaside along the way.

Qiao Mo tightened her grip around him, clinging closely to his back, worried about accidentally exposing herself.

After all, she was only wearing a nightgown, soaked by the sea water, and even with his coat draped over her, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Fortunately, the few passersby only glanced curiously without any excessive words or actions.

After another ten minutes or so, Qiao Mo, leaning against his back, began to feel a bit sleepy.

The bleak autumn wind was exceptionally cold, yet his back felt unusually solid and warm.

Qiao Mo was cold, hungry, and extremely fatigued.

She couldn’t help but remember that from morning till now, he hadn’t eaten anything, and last night... he seemed to have stayed awake the entire night.

"Mr. Fu."

Qiao Mo spoke softly. Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow.

She had called his name several times today, yet in just a few hours, he had returned to being Mr. Fu in her mouth.

He didn’t respond but inevitably felt a bit downcast.

"Are you tired?" Qiao Mo asked softly again.

He had carried her for so long, wearing so little, in the cool sea breeze; he must be tired too.

Fu Nancheng was startled for a moment, forgetting to react.

He gently lowered his gaze, hiding the moisture in his eyes, and remained silent.

"I can walk by myself." Qiao Mo made a move, intending to climb down from his back.

"Don’t move." He spoke in a deep voice, displeased, furrowing his brow.

"But..."

"No buts." Fu Nancheng refused firmly, then his tone softened a bit: "As long as I can still walk, I will always be able to carry you..."

Qiao Mo was stunned, staring dumbly at his profile, almost doubting whether her ears were malfunctioning.

Did he... just say something?

Was she hallucinating?

Qiao Mo furrowed her small brow, leaning against his back lost in thought, until a few minutes later, the sound of cars in the distance drew her attention back.

Looking up, over a dozen black cars were parked together on the coast, resembling a string of black pearls on the vast shoreline.

Soon, more than twenty men in black suits disembarked from the cars, standing in lines on either side.

A man with a handsome face hurriedly approached them carrying two bath towels, and seeing so many people, Qiao Mo’s face blushed slightly.

"Mr. Fu, please let me down..." Qiao Mo spoke softly, her gentle voice particularly alluring in his ear.

Fu Nancheng didn’t act immediately, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the subordinates on both sides, speaking in a deep voice: "Turn around, all of you!"

In an instant, two rows of men turned together, one row facing the sea, the other facing the street.

"Young master, Uncle Zhong instructed me to bring people here to find you."

The man walked up to Fu Nancheng, handed him the bath towels and blanket, seemingly aware of what Fu Nancheng disliked, he kept his gaze fixed on his toes, not glancing around excessively.

Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow, carefully setting Qiao Mo down, taking the bath towels from him to wrap around her, then wrapped another towel around her hair, vigorously rubbing it a few times.

Qiao Mo gazed at him distractedly, wanting to say something, but eventually remained silent.

The light blue bath towel further accentuated the woman’s fair skin, with her long slender legs still exposed to the air.

Fu Nancheng furrowed his brow, having no time to worry about himself, scooped up Qiao Mo and covered her with the blanket, striding toward the cars.