Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 49: It’s Him Who Came (8)

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: It’s Him Who Came (8)

At the words, the expressions of Old Mrs. Qiao and the others instantly stiffened, momentarily unable to react.

Qiao Mo looked at them coldly, "Grandmother, you should take Aunt to live on Qingshan Road. After all, the rooms are already arranged, it’d be a shame not to use them."

Immediately, without waiting for them to respond, Qiao Mo turned and got into the car.

...

Inside the car, Fu Nancheng was indeed there.

Looking at the cold and profound man in front of her, Qiao Mo lowered her gaze and softly said, "Mr. Fu."

The man ignored her, merely instructing the driver sternly, "Drive."

’Bang, bang, bang!’

The car had just started to move slowly when Aunt rushed forward madly, pounding on the window, repeatedly trying to open the door, but to no avail.

"Xiao Mo! You can’t be so heartless! The Qiao family is in such a situation now, how can you indulge yourself alone?"

"Xiao Mo, Uncle knows he was wrong! Uncle shouldn’t have hit you before, but he was just anxious at the time!"

...

The car gradually accelerated, speed increasing, as Zhao Hongxia and Qiao Deshan became more anxious and somewhat enraged!

"Qiao Mo! You ungrateful creature! Is this how you repay your father? He treated you so well, yet when he’s imprisoned, how do you treat us!"

"Qiao Mo! If you want to be this ruthless, don’t blame us for being heartless. From today on, the Qiao family cuts all ties with you! You’re not our second young lady anymore!"

No matter how they cursed, the car ultimately distanced itself, leaving them far behind.

Zhao Hongxia and Qiao Deshan stood breathless, with a flash of hatred in their eyes.

Old Mrs. Qiao was equally reluctant, spinning the Buddha Beads in her hands and muttering, "It’s sinful... it’s sinful!"

Beside her, Qiao Yin was infuriated too, never expecting that Fu Nancheng would indeed come to pick her up!

Watching the Bentley become a row of black dots, her pretty face twisted with anger.

"Humph! What’s the big deal! Just cozying up to an old man nearly buried! When the novelty wears off, there’ll be a time she cries!" Qiao Yin’s eyes were filled with almost maddening jealousy.

Aunt, hearing this, was equally furious, "Oh! You’re so capable! Then you go find an old man too! I’ll polish your shoes every day then!"

"Indeed! Where’s that Mr. Qian of yours? Where is he! I don’t even see a shadow!"

Uncle chimed in, almost driving Qiao Yin insane with anger, her eyes reddened and fingers tightly clenched, breaking off two nails.

Yet, Old Mrs. Qiao glanced at her and spoke again, "Yinyin, in the future, don’t mention those unreliable people to us. Although some may be young and talented, they’re not at all steady or reliable."

The group, carrying their dissatisfaction towards Qiao Yin, turned and got into the car, leaving Qiao Yin and Song Yuqin behind, as there wasn’t enough room inside for everyone.

...

Inside the car.

Qiao Mo stared blankly out the window, pondering that cutting ties might be for the best.

If it weren’t for her father and brother, she wouldn’t want anything to do with these pretentious and vain relatives.

Fearing only that her father in prison would be saddened upon learning this.

Until more than an hour later, the car slowly stopped at the gates of Nanshan Villa, and Qiao Mo came back to her senses.

Following Fu Nancheng out of the car, standing before the villa’s entrance, she couldn’t help but take a closer look.

The villa was not the luxurious and dazzling place she imagined but rather extremely understated.

Like a pearl hidden halfway up the mountain, silently radiating its own brilliance.