Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 87: Could It Be That You Expect Me to Coax You (7)

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Could It Be That You Expect Me to Coax You (7)

Half an hour later, Qin Zhaoran and Yan Yiheng appeared together. When they reached the second floor, they saw Fu Nancheng sitting on the sofa with a stern expression. Yan Yiheng took the initiative to speak, "Third Brother, who’s sick?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng stood up and led them towards the bedroom, "Qiao Mo, a bit of a fever."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, looks like our Miss Qiao hasn’t been spared any trouble..."

Fu Nancheng glanced at him indifferently and said nothing, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, his brow furrowed.

He twisted the doorknob twice, but the door didn’t budge at all. It was obviously locked from the inside again!

Fu Nancheng’s expression turned completely dark.

Damn woman!

Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran exchanged a knowing look and smiled, teasingly watching Fu Nancheng. Qin Zhaoran stayed silent, but Yan Jiu teased from the side, "Looks like Third Brother will soon become a lock-picking expert."

Fu Nancheng shot him a cold glance, and Yan Jiu promptly fell silent.

After taking the room card, he barely pushed the door open when a clattering sound echoed.

The door only opened a crack, and when he tried to push it further, it wouldn’t budge.

"Hahaha... this little girl from the Qiao family is quite interesting," Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow, speaking with some amusement.

At this moment, Fu Nancheng’s gaze was chillingly cold as he reached out and pushed again.

Soon, there were sounds of cabinets scraping against the floor and a series of crashes.

The door gradually opened wide enough for an arm to fit through, revealing a mess of scattered luggage and the items from the suitcase lying all over the floor...

Finally, Fu Nancheng stepped inside and immediately spotted the woman curled up under the blanket, wrapped like a cocoon.

It seemed that after locking the door, Qiao Mo felt a bit more at ease and had drifted off to sleep, as she showed no reaction to the commotion at the door.

However, her delicate brows remained furrowed, as if she was very uneasy.

For some reason, seeing her uneasy little face softened his heart, and he asked Qin Zhaoran to examine her symptoms.

"It’s nothing major, probably just exhaustion recently, not enough rest, along with getting rained on, causing a slight fever. She’ll be fine with timely medication. I’ll go downstairs and get the medicine from Uncle Zhong," Qin Zhaoran said before turning to leave.

Yan Jiu stood by, examining Qiao Mo’s delicate face. With lips red and teeth white, slightly pouting, her face was tender and indeed quite a beauty!

Seeming to sense his gaze, Fu Nancheng’s eyes turned cold, discontentedly glancing at him.

Yan Jiu immediately snapped out of it, smiling as he spoke, "I say, Third Brother, why do you always make her cry? A woman needs to be coaxed..."

Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, looking at her dainty face in a daze.

Upon careful thought, Yan Jiu was right. By her nature, Qiao Mo was strong-willed, yet every time she’d seen him recently, she’d cried like a teary mess.

After the two left, Fu Nancheng, seeing that Qiao Mo still had a fever, fed her some medicine.

Fortunately, Qiao Mo was drowsy, so she cooperated quite well.

Afterwards, he got up and went to the study to make a phone call.

"Young Master."

"Look into Jiang Jinghao’s mother."

"Yes."

Fu Nancheng rubbed his forehead, seemingly a bit fatigued. He already had a good idea of who was responsible.

Originally, he didn’t want to get involved, but thinking of the little thing on the bed, he couldn’t help it anymore.

After returning to the bedroom, he stayed by the bedside, afraid she might dislike it, so he didn’t get into bed.

Luckily, it was already late at night, and it wouldn’t be long before dawn.