Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 120: But You Are Not Him (9)

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: But You Are Not Him (9)

Facing Qiao Mo’s questioning, Fu Nancheng was just silent.

Qiao Mo let out a light laugh, she asked why he suddenly got out of the car, she asked why he suddenly said those words...

It turned out he just wanted Jiang Jinghao to see.

Qiao Mo didn’t dare to think about it.

To outsiders, did that scene just now look as if she was flirting with him, as if they were sweetly in love.

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, a pain growing in her heart.

"Get up."

Fu Nancheng observed her expression, his gaze slightly cold, masking the pain in his eyes.

Qiao Mo, eyes red, looked at him, the repulsion in her gaze was so glaring, like thorns piercing his heart, causing it to ache.

"What can you possibly gain by doing this?" Qiao Mo spoke again.

"Do you feel happy seeing others in pain! Are you satisfied now!"

Qiao Mo let out a light laugh, while Fu Nancheng merely stood by her side, shielding her from the wind, allowing her scolding without replying.

As time passed minute by minute, Qiao Mo remained sitting on the ground, tears flowing.

She didn’t dare to think how heartbroken Jing Hao would be seeing that scene, didn’t dare to think how hard it would have been for him to turn and leave.

Seemingly unwilling to let her dwell in the memories related to Jiang Jinghao, Fu Nancheng directly scooped Qiao Mo up in his arms.

But Qiao Mo reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly becoming agitated, with an especially strong reaction!

"Let me go! Don’t touch me! Fu Nancheng, let me go!" Qiao Mo struggled desperately, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt tightly, the other continuously hammering against the man’s chest, drawing the attention of many.

The man only pressed his thin lips tightly, saying nothing, and shoved her into the car.

Qiao Mo was heavily thrown into the car, immediately crawling up to pull the door handle on the other side, but just as the door was opened a crack, his large hand reached over and slammed the door shut.

Then, before she could move again, several car doors were instantly locked.

Qiao Mo, eyes red, looked at Fu Nancheng and mocked, "Fu Nancheng, what on earth do you want!"

"Drive."

"Fu Nancheng, is making things difficult for women all you’re good at!"

Qiao Mo questioned with red eyes.

Fu Nancheng’s lips curved even colder, tightly pressed, saying nothing.

Yes, how ridiculous this is!

How pitiful it is that Fu Nancheng, one day, would need to resort to such means to keep a woman.

How pathetic he really is.

Seeing him still remain silent, Qiao Mo’s pink fist hammered heavily on the car window, making loud banging sounds: "Let me out!"

After crying for a long time, her voice became hoarse, so much that shouting now nearly broke her voice.

Soon, her pink fist became red and swollen from pounding.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze grew colder, grabbing her wrist: "If you want to hear about Jiang Jinghao’s corpse in the wilderness tomorrow, feel free to continue challenging my patience."

Qiao Mo was stunned, looking at him in shock.

His gaze was dark, full of cruelty and indifference, so deep it nearly drove one to despair.

Tears welled in her eyes, uncontrollably streaming down, as Qiao Mo gazed back at him in a daze.

In the end, she gradually quieted down, the silence heart-wrenching.

After taking a bath, Qiao Mo lay on the bed with her back towards him. Hearing him push the door open, she remained motionless.

After Fu Nancheng turned off the lights, he approached her, tightly embracing her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, softly saying: "I’ll have someone send you back in the morning."

Qiao Mo’s lashes trembled slightly, feeling the warmth of his chest, a tear traced down her cheek in the dark night.