Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 71: A Twist of Fate (7)

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: A Twist of Fate (7)

The two rooms were empty, not a single shadow in sight.

Song Qinghuan searched the living room and study as well, but still couldn’t find Aunt Feng.

They both let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking that sometimes no news is the best news.

Not finding her is better than having her collapsed for days without anyone knowing.

Glancing around, Qiao Mo frowned and said, "So late, why isn’t Aunt Feng here?"

"Xiao Mo, I remember you saying Aunt Feng is a very virtuous woman." Song Qinghuan stood by the windowsill, looked at the thin layer of dust on it, and spoke.

Qiao Mo remained silent because she too noticed that the sink in the kitchen and bathroom were overly dry, evidently unused for some time.

"I’ll call Jing Hao again and ask him. Whether Aunt Feng had plans to go out recently."

With that said, Qiao Mo dialed Jiang Jinghao’s number again, even though she knew the likelihood was small.

But she couldn’t understand what might have happened to Aunt Feng?

Who would target a fifty-year-old woman, especially one who is kind-hearted and amiable?

"What did Jiang Jinghao say?"

A few minutes later, after ending the call, the two walked back while Song Qinghuan asked.

"He said he’d take the earliest flight back, but the situation over there is special, so it’ll probably take two or three days."

"Should we report to the police first?"

"Yes, let’s go now."

The two rushed to the police station to file a report and returned close to eleven o’clock.

After climbing over the wall back into the room, Qiao Mo immediately went to the window to look downstairs, finding the car still there, she couldn’t help but admire his patience.

"Qinghuan, I’m going now, I’ll call you later."

"Okay, stay safe."

Qiao Mo hurried downstairs, opened the car door, and saw the car interior was pitch black, except for the faint glow on his fingertips from a cigarette, seemingly somewhat bored.

As she got in the car, he glanced at her indifferently, without asking anything, and started the car.

"Mr. Fu, sorry to keep you waiting." Qiao Mo glanced at his profile and softly spoke.

Upon hearing this, he frowned slightly, seeming somewhat displeased with her form of address.

The car returned to its previous calm, but Qiao Mo kept worrying about Aunt Feng.

She really couldn’t understand.

What could have happened to Aunt Feng?

Jing Hao’s family is neither powerful nor rich, nor do they have anything worth scheming for. How did Aunt Feng just disappear?

After a blurry hour, they finally returned to Nanshan Villa.

Their atmosphere remained amicable until she took off her shoes, and his eyes narrowed a bit.

The white flat shoes had some dirt on them.

Though not much, he clearly remembered these shoes being pristine before heading out.

Qiao Mo obviously didn’t notice his expression as she was preoccupied with another concern.

Since she moved into Nanshan Villa, this was his first nighttime return.

If... he intends to sleep in the bedroom, what should she do?

Qiao Mo nervously went for another shower, while Fu Nancheng walked to the sofa and lit a cigarette.

This was the first time, since she moved in, he thoroughly examined his own bedroom.

The desk was cluttered with her bottles and jars, the wardrobe had gained some colorful dresses, even the coffee table now hosted a water cup, the bedside had her sleepwear and a doll scattered...

His expression involuntarily softened a bit.