novelraw Chapter 211: I Want You (5)
Chapter 211: I Want You (5)
Fu Nancheng just glanced at her indifferently and didn’t stop her.
Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, sitting at the dining table, eating while quietly observing him.
Not long after, Shiwu delivered a file.
"Young Master, this person is called Wang Yuchen. His family background is ordinary, majoring in international trade. Both of his parents are white-collar workers at publicly listed companies. He has been pestering Miss Qiao ever since the Qiao family went bankrupt."
Fu Nancheng casually flipped through the information while holding a cigarette, then tossed the file aside.
Ha, average looks... average job...
Average abilities... and an average family background...
Just who gave him the guts to pursue his woman!
"Young Master, should I go and give him a warning?"
Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing, his gaze resting on the documents on the coffee table.
Dealing with someone without status or background, he didn’t want to be too excessive, but he couldn’t swallow his anger if he did nothing!
A few seconds later, he beckoned with his hand.
He whispered something to Shiwu.
Even Shiwu, with his eternally cold face, was taken aback for a moment before a smile appeared.
"Yes, Young Master, I understand!"
Fu Nancheng nodded, picked up a sheet of paper and a pen.
With a cigarette between his fingers, he quickly started writing. Shiwu stood by his side, watching attentively.
Soon, strings of phone numbers appeared on the paper, fifteen or sixteen, some even with names noted.
Qiao Mo, sitting in the dining room, couldn’t help but glance over frequently, wondering what Fu Nancheng and Shiwu were doing?
It seemed like they were writing something...
But what were they writing? So seriously...
If Qiao Mo were there at that moment, she would have noticed the man just memorized strings of phone numbers, which were evidently from her own cellphone.
Two minutes later, Fu Nancheng put down the pen.
He picked up the paper and scanned it from top to bottom, ensuring there were no omissions, before handing it to Shiwu.
"Do as I’ve instructed."
"Yes, Young Master."
Shiwu carefully packed away the paper, turned around, and met Qiao Mo’s inquisitive gaze, unconsciously offering a smile.
Qiao Mo felt unnerved.
What’s going on?
Shiwu, this wooden-faced man, actually smiled at her...
From nowhere, she felt a chill.
After Shiwu left, Qiao Mo lowered her head and continued eating, still frequently glancing at the man on the sofa, feeling as if he was waiting for her.
Almost twenty minutes later, Qiao Mo finally tiptoed out of the dining room while Fu Nancheng was busy with documents.
She edged along the wall cautiously, her beautiful eyes fixed on Fu Nancheng, wary that he might suddenly turn his head.
Qiao Mo just felt baffled, unsure of what she was afraid of?
She just inexplicably felt as though he was going to confront her about something...
As the bedroom door came within reach, Qiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come here."
She had just set foot in the bedroom when a low, indifferent voice sounded from behind.
Qiao Mo’s heart sank, she paused, took a deep breath, and walked over to sit on the sofa opposite him.
He just watched her silently, and under his gaze, Qiao Mo felt inexplicably guilty.
She hadn’t done anything wrong...
What was she afraid of?
The living room was quiet, with him continuously smoking, his dark eyes gazing through the faint smoke at her, pondering something unknown.
Initially, Qiao Mo dared to meet his gaze for a few glances, but soon she lowered her head, fiddling with the bow on her clothes, still unsure of what he wanted.
After a standoff of more than ten minutes, Qiao Mo couldn’t resist breaking the silence: "Mr. Fu, is there something?"