Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 53 Rest Assured, It Can’t Be Drained (1)

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Rest Assured, It Can’t Be Drained (1)

Outside the window lies a vast azure sea, and at this moment, the sunset paints the sky like a fiery spectacle. Warm orange light covers the sky in bundles, reddening the clouds and reflecting on the shimmering sea surface. The wind scatters it like fallen shards of gold, gently undulating.

A sea breeze blows in, slightly cool, carrying a faint salty tang, yet exceptionally fresh, making Qiao Mo feel slightly intoxicated.

By nine in the evening, Qiao Mo had taken a shower and nestled on the sofa, feeling somewhat sleepy.

But seeing that Fu Nancheng still shows no sign of returning, she couldn’t help but feel hesitant.

Should she wait for him?

After all, this is his home, his bedroom... and his bed.

By half past ten, Qiao Mo finally couldn’t resist her heavy eyelids and hesitantly walked to the bedside.

The headboard has a simple European design, not overly ornate, yet with intricate carvings that are exceptionally exquisite. Both the sheets and the duvet are sapphire blue, soft to the touch, without a trace of wrinkles, especially clean.

She turned to look at the bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, turned off the lights, and slipped under the covers.

The room instantly turned dark, making Qiao Mo feel a bit more awake, sensing his crisp and chilly presence permeating the surroundings, tinged with a cold aura.

Qiao Mo felt completely uneasy, staring at the ceiling for a long time, thinking that tonight she might suffer from insomnia again.

Yet somehow, in her exhaustion, being a person who is always mindful of her sleeping place, she unexpectedly drifted off under the reassuring sound of the waves outside the window.

For three consecutive days, Qiao Mo didn’t see that man again.

Aside from her daily visits to the hospital to see Xiao Xuan, her days were extraordinarily quiet, even making her feel that this kind of life wasn’t so bad.

Until the fourth day, just as Qiao Mo got up, she saw a stern figure sitting at the dining table, and her gaze froze, her whole demeanor became tense.

She quickly lowered her head, turned around, and hurried towards the bedroom, just wanting to distance herself from him.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze followed her retreating back without making a sound. After finishing breakfast, he headed towards the bedroom.

But upon stopping at the bedroom door, his brows furrowed.

His large hand landed on the doorknob, twisting it a few times, but the door didn’t budge, clearly locked from inside.

Fu Nancheng’s expression grew darker, his eyes fierce.

"Damn woman!"

After getting the room card from Uncle Zhong, Fu Nancheng forcefully pushed open the door.

Yet as soon as the door swung open, he momentarily froze...

"You—!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, startling Qiao Mo. Her face turned pale as she instinctively grabbed the clothes by the bed to shield herself, taking a few steps back.

She had just come out of the shower, intending to change her clothes, after all, she couldn’t always appear in pajamas before him, lest he thinks she’s trying to seduce him.

But she had only put on her underwear when the door suddenly swung open!

No matter how quick her reaction, she couldn’t match Fu Nancheng’s sudden entrance.

After a momentary pause, his gaze grew deeper.

The cold, deep eyes rested blatantly on her, unabashedly scrutinizing.

The woman’s pale body was dressed in a peacock blue set of underwear, top and bottom, further accentuating her skin like ivory, soft and delicate.

Seeing that Fu Nancheng had no intention of leaving, Qiao Mo grew increasingly uneasy, her breathing becoming heavier: "Is Mr. Fu that desperate! Peeking at a woman changing clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s lips curved with amusement: "Peeking?"