Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 21 Sincerity in Asking for Help (4)

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Sincerity in Asking for Help (4)

His gaze grew deeper.

Qiao Mo’s eyelashes lightly trembled, stained with teardrops, yet unaware of how even more enticing she appeared in her tearful state.

Qiao Mo’s nerves were taut, her whole being on the verge of collapse.

Was he planning to take her here?

Or did he simply want to humiliate her!

Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, instinctively pressing the third button, and she stood up all at once, stumbling back a few steps.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze became colder, as he looked at Qiao Mo and slowly said, "Since that’s the case, Miss Qiao, let’s go with the market price. The market price for Zhaoran’s surgery is fifty million. If the money is in place within three days, he will accept the surgery."

Qiao Mo covered her chest with one hand, her eyes red as she stared at him for a long time, finally turning to run out of the private room without saying a word.

"Haha, Third Brother, you really scared her." Yan Jiu teased as he spoke.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened, his thin lips lightly parted as he slowly said, "Spread the word, whoever dares to loan money to Qiao Mo is opposing me, Fu Nancheng."

Qiao Mo didn’t know how she left the Fortress of Night, but even far away, her steps were still unsteady.

She wrapped herself tightly in her coat, arms hugged around herself, yet even so, she could still feel the chill left by his fingertips.

As if...that chill was deeply imprinted on her skin.

With red eyes, she hailed a cab by the roadside, went to the hospital for another look at Qiao Xuan, and then returned to the Qiao family.

As soon as she pushed open the Qiao family’s door, the group of people around the coffee table seemed to be frightened, hastily packing things up, busy hiding something underneath the table.

But no matter how quickly they moved, Qiao Mo’s return was too sudden, and there were still plenty of crab legs and seafood trash left on the coffee table that hadn’t been cleaned up.

Qiao Mo lightly lowered her gaze, turns out human blood can truly be so cold and indifferent.

While Qiao Xuan was in hospital with life uncertain, these so-called relatives were feasting lavishly, the money meant for medical treatment and saving lives was dubbed as idle money, used instead for satisfying their appetites.

Sometimes Qiao Mo felt that the affairs of the world were truly ridiculous, no matter she grew up accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human relations, the upheaval and wandering, yet she still struggled to adapt to its mercilessness and cruelty.

Old Mrs. Qiao sat upright on the sofa in an dark red satin blouse, looking stable and grand, gazing at Qiao Mo as she returned and solemnly spoke: "Xiao Mo."

Qiao Mo said nothing, expressionlessly walking across the living room, intending to go upstairs.

Seeing that she didn’t even greet them, Old Mrs. Qiao’s face darkened a bit more, speaking again: "Qiao Mo, do you even want to treat Xiao Xuan?"

Hearing the words, Qiao Mo’s steps paused slightly.

Though she had long since ceased to trust these so-called relatives, yet when it concerned Qiao Xuan’s life or death, she still couldn’t help but stop.

Upon seeing this, Old Mrs. Qiao’s expression eased a bit: "Yinyin said the medical expenses in total would require a million. You know, a million or two is not easy for the Qiao family these days, but since Xiao Xuan is a member of the Qiao family, the Qiao family certainly cannot sit idly by. This card here has one million, enough for Xiao Xuan to hold out for a while."