Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 25: I Want You for 1 Year (3)

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: I Want You for 1 Year (3)

"Jing Hao, with this extra 500,000, it should be enough. You can save that 5 million for a diamond ring for me in the future..." Qiao Mo spoke with a light laugh, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Enough?"

"Mm, I just remembered that the African pink diamond my dad gave me before wasn’t taken by the bank. I had someone sell it at a low price..."

After talking for a few minutes, Qiao Mo hung up the phone, sitting lost on the steps in front of the mall, her eyes red.

Five million?

Where did he get five million...

He must have sold his company.

His family isn’t well-off, with only a mother, and he built his business from scratch. The company’s market value is probably seven to eight million, so he must have sold it at a low price to only get five million.

She never told Jiang Jinghao how much Xiao Xuan’s surgery would cost, but she knew he must have guessed that one to two million wasn’t nearly enough.

But even if he sold the company, it would still be futile!

Why let years of his hard work go down the drain?

...

Six o’clock in the evening, Caesar Hotel.

Qiao Mo stood in front of the hotel, looking up at the high-rise building that seemed to have no end...

It wasn’t until the light from the sky pierced her eyes with pain that she slowly withdrew her gaze, exhaled lightly, and took a bottle of foreign liquor from her bag. She uncapped it and stood at the entrance, tipping her head back to drink.

Gulp, gulp...

The spicy liquid surged down her throat like a waterfall, yet it ignited a boiling sea of flames.

She only felt a bang, as if she was on fire.

She knew what Fu Nancheng wanted.

Didn’t he just want her body?

The hot liquid kept agitating her stomach like a demon, frantically roaring inside her body.

But Qiao Mo didn’t stop, she drank even more vigorously!

In no time, more than half of the bottle was gone, and her whole body gradually heated up.

Qiao Mo tossed the remaining half into the trash can in front of the door, and headed straight to the front desk: "Qiao Mo."

The receptionist gave her a once-over, then spoke, "Mr. Fu is in room 2888 on the 28th floor."

A few minutes later, Qiao Mo stood in front of the door to room 2888.

’Knock, knock, knock...’

In just a moment, the door opened, and a man in a suit and glasses looked at her somewhat surprised, momentarily not reacting.

"Who are you?"

The man was Fu Nancheng’s secretary, Zhuo Lin. Smelling the alcohol on Qiao Mo, he assumed she had the wrong room. But before he could speak again, Qiao Mo smiled enigmatically, "I’m looking for Mr. Fu."

"Let her in," came a deep voice from inside, causing Qiao Mo’s heart to skip a beat.

Zhuo Lin stepped aside, scrutinizing Qiao Mo more closely.

Inside, Qiao Mo immediately spotted the man on the sofa with a chill in his presence. He had his head slightly lowered, looking through a document in his hands. The impeccably tailored suit on him had not a single wrinkle.

The sunset’s afterglow blanketed him, casting a silhouette as stunning as a painting.

A hint of sarcasm flickered in Qiao Mo’s eyes, pretending to be so noble!

Isn’t he just as lustful as an animal!

She sat on the sofa opposite Fu Nancheng, just as he closed the document in his hand, looking deeply at the woman before him, and said in a low voice, "It seems Miss Qiao has gathered the 50 million."

Qiao Mo couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "Whether I’ve gathered the 50 million or not, nobody knows better than Mr. Fu, so why the pretense?"

Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her silently.

Qiao Mo gradually restrained her smile, fixing him with a hard gaze, "I just don’t understand why Mr. Fu would do this."