Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 57 I Am Fu Nancheng (1)

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 I Am Fu Nancheng (1)

Fu Nancheng’s lips curled into a deeper arc, giving a half-smile as he looked at the woman in front of him, "Want to sit?"

Qiao Mo’s face turned beet red, like a ripe apple, as she realized he meant "sit," not "do"!

Damn!

Has she lost her mind!

"Fu... Mr. Fu, I’m going to the restroom."

Qiao Mo fled in haste, and Fu Nancheng didn’t make things hard for her. It was more than ten minutes later that Qiao Mo returned to the private room.

By then, the auction had already started. The screen displayed an oil painting, which Qiao Mo didn’t quite understand and wasn’t interested in, so she sat quietly to the side, trying to minimize her presence.

What surprised Qiao Mo was that during the entire auction lasting over an hour, Fu Nancheng and Yan Jiu just looked at the screen with indifferent expressions. The electronic bidding device on the coffee table hadn’t moved, and neither had bid from start to finish.

Though puzzled, Qiao Mo didn’t ask but quietly slipped her fair little feet out of her shoes, resting them on the ground.

No choice, these shoes were unbearably uncomfortable, not only rubbing fiercely against her toes but also making her heels painfully sore.

Fortunately, the floor was carpeted, so it wasn’t cold, and with her long skirt, there was no fear of being noticed.

With her feet liberated, Qiao Mo lowered her head to fiddle with her phone.

Fu Nancheng glanced indifferently at her skirt hem without saying a word.

An hour later, the auction ended.

Qiao Mo quickly followed Fu Nancheng to the banquet hall. The hall was large with a high ceiling, adorned with luxurious crystal chandeliers and golden embossed pillars everywhere.

The long table was filled with champagne-colored flowers, long candlesticks, and a tall tower of stacked glasses, all under the dazzling lights, creating a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Mr. Fu, about the Dingsheng Company project..."

As soon as they entered the banquet hall, a middle-aged man in his forties approached eagerly, looking at Fu Nancheng with a very eager gaze.

"I’ll head in first then."

Seeing this, Qiao Mo sensibly took leave first.

After all, she understood well that not many knew Fu Nancheng’s identity. Since the man could recognize him precisely, it meant they definitely had some cooperation. Why would she make a fool of herself by staying?

As the woman beside him hurriedly left, Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened as it fell on that slender back.

Qiao Mo wandered around the venue. The meticulous arrangement, along with the soothing piano music, put one in a pleasant mood.

She picked up a plate and went around the dining table twice, only to feel her shoes beginning to chafe her feet, causing discomfort. She then decided to grab some small cakes and fruit and look for a place to sit and rest.

But as it seemed, fate was intent on opposing her.

A familiar voice sounded behind her, filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Oh, who do we have here!"

Qiao Mo turned around to see Qiao Yin in a pink long dress, with a delicately styled updo and perfectly applied makeup, appearing exceptionally beautiful.

Qiao Yin was holding a man’s arm, also sizing up Qiao Mo, a flash of intense jealousy crossing her eyes.

It’s hard to explain why, though others always praised her as the ultimate beauty, in front of Qiao Mo, Qiao Yin always felt a sense of inferiority.

And this feeling had persisted for ten years!

That’s why she hated Qiao Mo, hated her enough to wish to completely destroy her for peace of mind!