Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 85: Could it be that you expect me to coax you (5)

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Could it be that you expect me to coax you (5)

After getting in the car, the sudden temperature difference made Qiao Mo shiver several times.

Fu Nancheng frowned, took a blanket from the back of the car and wrapped it around her.

But Qiao Mo didn’t appreciate it. As soon as he wrapped the blanket around her, she threw it off.

Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened a bit. He picked up the blanket again and wrapped her tightly once more.

Qiao Mo’s eyes felt sore.

Hypocrite!

Fake kindness!

She raised her hand to throw the blanket off again, but Fu Nancheng reached out and grabbed her restless hand, "If you keep this up, I’m going to get angry."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

But she eventually stopped moving.

Seeing this, he looked at the driver and said in a deep voice, "Drive faster."

After ten minutes, Qiao Mo finally started to warm up. But after days of exhaustion, she was even more fatigued now, and soon fell asleep.

Fu Nancheng sighed softly, holding her in his arms as he carefully wrapped the blanket around her more securely.

The driver glanced at them a few times in the rearview mirror and almost hit a telephone pole upon seeing this.

In all these years, he had never seen Mr. Fu be so considerate to any woman?

Although Mr. Fu was somewhat moody, he must really like this Miss Qiao...

Half an hour later, they finally arrived at Nanshan Villa.

The vehicle had just come to a complete stop when Uncle Zhong, stationed at the villa’s entrance, opened the car door for Fu Nancheng with an umbrella.

Fu Nancheng looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms and gently carried her out of the car, heading straight for the bathroom, placing her in the bathtub.

But as soon as she was placed in the water, Qiao Mo opened her eyes with a frown.

The large, unfamiliar bathroom was shrouded in white mist from the warm water, and the layers of swirling water enveloped her, making her feel comfortable from her heart.

Qiao Mo closed her eyes again, slid down a bit more so that the water reached her chin, and then settled down without moving.

Fu Nancheng’s slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. He couldn’t figure out who she took after, being such a light sleeper.

"Give her a bath and change her clothes. If she doesn’t wake up, come get me."

"Yes, sir."

After instructing the maid beside him for a few moments, Fu Nancheng looked at her with some unease before turning to leave.

In fact, Qiao Mo wasn’t really deeply asleep; in her daze, she could hear him talking to someone, but she was too tired and didn’t want to wake, nor did she want to muster the energy to face him.

"Mr. Fu, it seems Miss Qiao has a fever." Before long, the maid hurried to Fu Nancheng.

He put down his laptop and quickly walked towards the bathroom.

Could it be that she’s fallen ill from all this exertion?

A few seconds later, just as he reached the bathroom door, he saw Qiao Mo, wearing a pink embroidered nightgown, supporting herself against the wall as she walked out.

The nightgown had two layers, in a simple, elegant pink. The rounded neckline was embroidered, and the skirt was adorned with white jasmine flowers, which complemented her fair skin, making her look inexplicably beautiful.

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, Qiao Mo met his gaze and was taken aback.

She glanced at his black robe, gently lowered her slightly swollen eyes, and took two steps back barefoot, softly saying, "Mr. Fu, I’m not feeling well today, can we postpone...postpone..."

Qiao Mo spoke softly, her voice sweet and tender.

But she successfully darkened Fu Nancheng’s expression. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Postpone what?"

Seeing his tone become a tad more dangerous, Qiao Mo instinctively took a few more steps back.