novelraw Chapter 221: Mr. Fu, Rest Assured (3)
Chapter 221: Mr. Fu, Rest Assured (3)
Qiao Mo was momentarily stunned, completely unexpected that Fu Nancheng would react this way.Although, given his temperament, it was indeed impossible for him to show her much enthusiasm, but Qiao Mo hadn’t thought he would completely treat her like air.
Inexplicably, a blockage formed in her heart.
No matter how she tried, she couldn’t associate this bone-chillingly cold man with the man who asked for a kiss in the car a few days ago.
But, wasn’t she already aware of his capriciousness?
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, not intending to court a rebuff.
Coincidentally, she met the eyes of the woman in the wheelchair.
The woman had a cold and ethereal aura, slightly emaciated, with a somewhat sickly appearance.
Her eyes seemed to be tainted with frost, yet held a strange softness, as if she had long seen through the world, wise yet solitary.
As if sensing Qiao Mo’s gaze, the woman looked up, smiling slightly, like the first thaw of ice and snow.
Qiao Mo momentarily lost herself, nodding back in greeting.
The wheelchair quickly passed by Qiao Mo, who couldn’t help but turn her head.
The woman had long black hair, impeccably groomed, naturally exuding an air of ice and snow. Though not a breathtaking beauty at first glance, she nonetheless held one’s gaze.
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, noticing that Xie Qinghuan was indeed observing as well.
"If she is the love in Fu Nancheng’s heart, you have a rival." Xie Qinghuan withdrew her gaze casually.
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, then lightly laughed, "If so, that would be best. I just hope this year passes quickly."
Seeing this, Xie Qinghuan didn’t say anything further.
The two continued shopping in the mall, as they had hardly met since the troubles of the Qiao family, making this rare moment of leisure valuable.
But unexpectedly, over an hour later.
At the DG counter, as soon as Qiao Mo changed into a gray-blue gauze dress and walked out of the fitting room, she encountered the woman in the wheelchair again.
The woman held a smoke-white long dress in her hand, comparing it in front of her body, while looking into the mirror.
And Fu Nancheng was quietly standing behind her, also watching the woman in the mirror.
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, not expecting such a coincidence.
She glanced at Fu Nancheng, seeing that he still seemed not to notice her, she wisely said nothing.
Qiao Mo walked to another mirror, only about a meter away from Fu Nancheng and the wheelchair.
She looked at herself in the mirror, unable to resist glancing at the next mirror.
The style of the smoke-white dress was very simple, made of cotton and linen with a slight drape, the material looked very comfortable.
It had a touch of coldness more than pure white, yet it was a bit softer, oddly blending with her aura.
"Very pretty."
The woman spoke warmly, with a smile.
Her gaze was on Qiao Mo, it was clear her words were directed at her.
Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, then realized she was being complimented, and instinctively looked at Fu Nancheng.
Upon hearing it, he also gave Qiao Mo a brief glance, quickly returning his gaze to the woman in the mirror, without any comment.
"Thank you."
Qiao Mo replied softly, then looked again at herself in the mirror.
She turned and went back into the fitting room, took off the dress, and didn’t buy it.
When leaving with Xie Qinghuan, she happened to see Fu Nancheng paying for the woman, holding the smoke-white dress in his hand.
Seeing that he had no intention of acknowledging her, Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze.
She did not notice that the moment she turned, a certain man happened to look up, his gaze falling on her back in the pale gold glass mirror behind the cash register.