Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 70: A Twist of Fate (6)

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: A Twist of Fate (6)

Qiao Mo hurriedly explained, "I was very careful. I cleaned the wound again after showering, so it won’t get infected."

Fu Nancheng glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and turned to sit on the sofa.

Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment and then said, "Mr. Fu, I need to go out for a while."

He frowned slightly, checked the time, but remained silent.

"It’s urgent. I’ll be back in two or three hours."

Qiao Mo was a bit anxious inside, not knowing if he would agree, and more worried that he might ask where she was going.

"Change clothes." A few seconds later, he spoke in a deep voice, not as meticulous as she had imagined.

But seeing him already putting on a coat, Qiao Mo froze for a moment. She said she was going out for a while...

What business is it of his?

If he also went, she wouldn’t dare to go to Jing Hao’s house.

After hesitating for a while, she didn’t dare to speak up and had to efficiently change her clothes.

Once in the car, Qiao Mo looked at the man driving beside her, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Destination." Fu Nancheng held the steering wheel, turning to look at her.

"Uh... near Jingyang Road." Qiao Mo had no choice but to first give him Song Qinghuan’s address, planning in her heart to meet up with Qinghuan first, then go to Jing Hao’s house together, hoping it wouldn’t count as deceiving him.

An hour later, the car finally reached near Jingyang Road.

Seeing that Fu Nancheng still had no intention of leaving, Qiao Mo felt a little anxious. What if he insisted on waiting downstairs?

When the car finally stopped under Song Qinghuan’s building, Qiao Mo couldn’t think of a good plan.

"Thanks for driving me here, Mr. Fu. I might take a while. Maybe you could...?"

"I’ll wait for you."

Before Qiao Mo could finish, she was interrupted.

She could only respond with silence.

A few minutes later, Qiao Mo and Song Qinghuan began climbing through the window together.

Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes beside her, "I can’t believe it, me, a renowned reporter, climbing through a window with you!"

"Luckily, you live on the first floor. I kept wondering what to do on my way here!"

After landing, the two quickly hailed a cab to Jiang Jinghao’s house.

Half an hour later, Qiao Mo stood panting in front of Jiang Jinghao’s door, knocking continuously, "Aunt Feng? Are you there..."

’Knock knock knock!’

"Aunt Feng, are you there?"

Qiao Mo’s frown deepened. What’s going on?

It was already almost nine in the evening. How could Aunt Feng not be home?

Moreover, Jing Hao said he called her, but her phone had been off the whole time. Could something have happened?

"Could it be that she’s unwell? Some kind of illness, fainted at home?"

Hearing this, Qiao Mo grew even more uneasy.

If that’s the case, it could be very dire!

After all, Jing Hao had been gone for more than a week since his last visit. If she fainted at home, the consequences would be unthinkable!

"Her heart isn’t very good," Qiao Mo worriedly said.

Quickly, Qiao Mo remembered that Jiang Jinghao had mentioned a spare key in the mailbox by his door. Immediately, she and Song Qinghuan started fiddling with the mailbox, and the two women managed to take it off the wall and get the key out.

"Hurry and open the door! Let’s see inside!"

As soon as she said this, Qiao Mo had already opened the door, and both rushed in at once.

The apartment wasn’t big, about a hundred and twenty square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room. There wasn’t any particular style of decor, but it felt simple and cozy.

Qiao Mo had been there a few times and was somewhat familiar with it. She quickly headed to the two bedrooms, pushing the doors open to look inside.