Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 61: I Am Fu Nancheng (5)

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: I Am Fu Nancheng (5)

Hearing this, Qian Zihao was the first to turn his head: "Such big talk! Who do you think you are? I advise you to mind your own business less..."

But upon seeing the man behind him, Qian Zihao’s tone involuntarily softened.

The man’s face was cold and resolute, his aura deep and intense. His deep eyes seemed like an endless ocean, exuding a commanding presence.

Beside him, Qiao Yin also frowned, scrutinizing Fu Nancheng from head to toe.

He wore a dark suit, tailored neatly but overly simple in design, lacking the intricate details common to designer suits.

As for the watch, it was the best reflection of a person’s status.

Yet, with just a glance, due to the angle, she couldn’t see it clearly at all.

After considering for a moment, Qiao Yin still spoke up: "Sir, I advise you to mind your own business less. This woman beside you has long been kept by an old man with power and influence. For money, she’ll do anything."

"Is that so? Miss Qiao seems to know a lot." Fu Nancheng’s lips curled into a cold arc, his sinister gaze falling on Qiao Yin.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yin was taken aback.

What did he mean by this?

Could it be that he knows about Qiao Mo being kept by the old man?

But he’s not the least bit concerned?

How is that possible!

"But those who know too much usually don’t live long." Before Qiao Yin could gather her thoughts, a dark voice dragged her back to reality.

Facing his ominous eyes, Qiao Yin instinctively retreated a few steps, her whole body starting to tremble with inexplicable anxiety.

Fu Nancheng coldly withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Qiao Mo beside him, and then strode away.

Qiao Mo, caught by his glance, immediately lowered her head and quickly followed him.

But after a few steps, she began to stumble.

After all, his strides were larger than hers, and her shoes didn’t fit, causing unbearable pain, making her walk with difficulty after a while.

Noticing her odd state, he paused slightly.

He frowned and turned to look at the woman beside him.

Qiao Mo dared not meet his gaze directly, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Fu Nancheng’s eyes followed the azure blue dress down to the silver high heels, his frown deepening.

Before Qiao Mo could react, she saw the man in front of her squat down. One large hand grasped her ankle, the other supporting her shoe, gently moved, and easily slipped off one shoe.

In sight, a fair and tender little foot appeared before him, with toes as white as lotus buds. The skin on the foot was nearly transparent, with five chubby toes and semi-transparent pink nails, resembling slightly curled petals, adorably tempting enough to want to bite.

Holding her little foot in his palm, Fu Nancheng couldn’t help but lose himself a bit, the anger between his brows dissipated slightly.

Qiao Mo’s mind went blank, her face turned red, and she instinctively tried to break free.

He... he actually... grabbed her foot!

And in front of so many people!

She struggled several times but couldn’t break free. His large hand was warm and strong, his palm touching her foot, exceptionally warm.

Seeing her struggle several times, Fu Nancheng finally came back to his senses, holding her little foot more tightly, thus calming his previously turbulent heart.

On the fair little foot, the small toe appeared aggrieved, slightly red, with a blister on the right side, slightly bulging. While the blood hadn’t seeped out yet, it was particularly conspicuous, inexplicably making him somewhat heartbroken.