Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 65: A Twist of Fate (1)

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: A Twist of Fate (1)

Until they walked out the banquet hall doors and Fu Nancheng placed her back in the car, Qiao Mo’s cheeks remained flushed.

Noticing the man sitting beside her after getting in the car, Qiao Mo turned her head toward the window somewhat uneasily.

It was only after a few minutes that she remembered she was still holding the Qiao family’s property certificate in her hand.

She turned her head to look at him, and he was pretending to nap, his brows furrowed, seemingly in a bad mood.

Qiao Mo guessed that he was probably not asleep, hesitated for a moment, then gently placed the document in her hand onto his lap.

"Mr. Fu...this is yours."

Fu Nancheng slightly opened his eyes, glanced at it, and said nothing.

Qiao Mo deliberated for a moment and then softly said, "Mr...Fu, thank you for helping me out of trouble today."

Fu Nancheng let out a cold snort, a hint of ridicule flashing through his eyes, "I advise you not to flatter yourself, I just can’t stand seeing my own things being humiliated by others."

Qiao Mo was left speechless, silent for a while but still couldn’t help but ask, "Then why did Mr. Fu buy the Qiao family’s villa at such a high price?"

And...why did he protect her from the IV stand in the hospital last time?

But obviously, Fu Nancheng didn’t like Qiao Mo’s questions.

He turned to look at her, curled his lips into a cold smile, "Ha! Why? Of course, to let you see how I destroy it with my own hands."

The cold and grim look in his eyes horrified Qiao Mo, her eyes instantly reddening.

"Does Mr. Fu hate me?" Qiao Mo’s eyes stung, speaking subconsciously.

She clearly sensed the flash of hatred in his eyes, mixed with a complexity and restraint she couldn’t understand, yet inexplicably suffocating and heart-wrenching.

Qiao Mo almost thought she was seeing things, her gem-like eyes watching his handsome face intently, as if trying to find an answer from him.

Fu Nancheng coldly retracted his gaze, hiding the hidden pain in his eyes, lowered his gaze, and said with a cold smile, "You’re not qualified yet."

Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, her eyes stinging.

She turned to look out the window, quietly not making a sound, obedient to the point of heartache, her slender hands on her lap tightly twisted together.

How could she think he was helping her out of trouble?

How could she think last time in the hospital he was afraid she’d get hurt...

She must have lost her mind to have such thoughts!

Qiao Mo did not speak again, and Fu Nancheng’s face became even darker.

The atmosphere in the entire car was suffocating.

It wasn’t until over an hour later that the car slowly entered the courtyard of Nanshan Villa.

As soon as the car stopped, a servant opened the car door for Fu Nancheng.

Just as one of his feet touched the ground, he saw Qiao Mo had already opened the other side’s car door herself, without saying a word to him or waiting for him, running barefoot into the villa holding her skirt without looking back.

Fu Nancheng was momentarily dazed, watching that slender back, feeling a stuffy pain in his chest.

After returning to the room, Qiao Mo huddled in the bedroom.

Although the bedroom was his.

She still firmly closed the door and locked it, even though she knew he could still open it.

Ten minutes later, Fu Nancheng stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, then knocked, the sound echoing through.

Qiao Mo still showed no sign of responding.

After opening the door with a key card, he saw Qiao Mo standing by the window, gazing out into the distance, the sea breeze tousling her soft hair, lifting her dress, and the wound on her ankle looking even more glaring.

Fu Nancheng turned to close the door, after removing his coat, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, took the medical kit, and said gently, "Come here."