Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 38 Nancheng, You’ve Gone Soft (1)

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Nancheng, You’ve Gone Soft (1)

A dark red scar lay quietly in his hair.

Part of it had already scabbed over, while another part was oozing quite a bit of blood.

It seemed like when the IV stand fell, it happened to hit the spot where she smashed with the ashtray last time, causing the originally almost healed wound to reopen and ooze blood.

Qiao Mo’s movements were very gentle, with a touch of caution, although the wound wasn’t big, for some reason, it gave her an inexplicable sense of guilt.

However, due to the awkward position and lack of support, she had to lean forward, and soon a thin layer of sweat emerged on her forehead.

After applying the disinfectant, Qiao Mo exhaled lightly, feeling as if her waist was about to break.

She glanced at Fu Nancheng and saw that he was still drooping his eyes, feigning sleep, without any reaction. Qiao Mo changed the medicine while grumbling inwardly.

Although it was true that his wound reopened to save her, couldn’t he cooperate a bit!

Complaints aside, Qiao Mo knelt beside him again, leaning over to apply the medicine.

It seemed her hair fell on his neck, tickling him a bit. Fu Nancheng’s head moved slightly, forcing Qiao Mo to lean even further towards him, making it even more strenuous.

"Ah—!"

Suddenly, Qiao Mo’s waist felt a pang of soreness, as if cramping, directly falling into his arms, with both hands resting on his shoulders.

Fu Nancheng reached out to catch her, opened his eyes, and said blandly, "Throwing yourself into my arms?"

Qiao Mo was briefly startled, then realized she had fallen into his embrace.

Hurriedly trying to get up, her waist acted up, and with a light gasp, she fell back again.

Before she could move again, a warm large hand landed on her waist, pressing gently through her clothes, causing her to gradually stiffen.

"Mr. Fu..."

Before she could speak, a teasing voice came from outside the door, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems I came at a bad time."

Yan Jiu, with a toothpick in his mouth, swaggered in, his gaze roving over Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng with an indescribable hint of ambiguity.

Qiao Mo immediately got up from Fu Nancheng, her face slightly flushed.

But when she saw Qin Zhaoran, who walked in behind Yan Jiu, Qiao Mo’s eyes lit up, and without caring about anything else, she proactively greeted, "Mr. Qin."

Qin Zhaoran glanced at her calmly, nodded, but didn’t speak.

Yan Jiu on the side raised an eyebrow and said, "I say, Little Sister Qiao, are you treating me like air? That would make me unhappy..."

Qiao Mo retracted her gaze, feeling a bit embarrassed.

How could she not be enthusiastic upon seeing Qin Zhaoran!

After all, Xiao Xuan’s surgery still depended on him, being exposed by Yan Jiu now was truly awkward.

As if realizing something, Qiao Mo quickly retrieved the bank card from her wallet and walked to Qin Zhaoran, "Mr. Qin, this is fifty million; my brother’s surgery... is entrusted to you."

Seeing the bank card in Qiao Mo’s hand, both Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran glanced at Fu Nancheng on the sofa, but neither said a word.

"Mr. Qin..."

Seeing Qin Zhaoran hesitating to take it, Qiao Mo became anxious, her eyes reddening at the thought of Qiao Xuan’s pale face on the hospital bed.

"Alright, I’ll check on his condition in the next couple of days."

Finally, after a few seconds, Qin Zhaoran took the bank card lightly and placed it on the nearby coffee table.