novelraw Chapter 240: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (11)
Chapter 240: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (11)
After Qiao Mo went upstairs, it was already close to eleven at night.Looking at the half-open bedroom door, she suddenly lost the courage to enter.
She couldn’t lie on the same bed with this man as if nothing had happened, although maybe twice and thrice, thrice and four times, seemed to make no difference.
Qiao Mo shifted her gaze, turning to look at the guest room on one side.
Fortunately, the guest room door was open, and she didn’t hesitate anymore, directly heading towards the guest room and locking the door.
After Fu Nancheng went upstairs, the bedroom was empty.
He walked to the guest room, tried turning the door lock, but the door had already been locked.
Inside the room, hearing his voice, Qiao Mo slowly sat up from the bed, her gaze always fixed in the direction of the door, fingers tightly gripping the quilt, with a hint of unease in her eyes.
She knew that if he insisted on coming in, she wouldn’t be able to stop him.
But after waiting for a while, except for initially trying to turn the door lock, there was no movement outside.
She didn’t hear footsteps, unsure if he had left, carefully listening to any movement outside.
Meanwhile, Fu Nancheng rested his hand, leaning lightly against the door, feeling somewhat desolate.
A door separated two worlds, as if erecting a wall in her heart.
He knew she was inside, probably afraid he would barge in, on guard.
After a long time, he softly said in his heart: Goodnight.
Listening to his departing footsteps, Qiao Mo was slightly startled.
Only then did she lay down again, covering her head with the quilt, curling into a ball.
A strange room, a strange temperature, even the air was strange...
Outside the room, Fu Nancheng didn’t return to the bedroom either.
Anyway, without her there, it seemed to make no difference where he went.
He sat on the sofa, the TV on, seemingly a midnight news broadcast.
He smoked while watching TV, awake all night.
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The next morning, because of an uncomfortable sleep, Qiao Mo woke up around six.
Her throat was dry to the point of almost smoking, planning to go to the dining room to pour some water to drink.
But as soon as she opened the door, she was stunned, facing his eyes full of bloodshot.
Fu Nancheng was also taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to wake so early.
The ashtray on the coffee table was filled with cigarette butts, the remote casually tossed aside, the TV already starting the morning broadcast.
She withdrew her gaze lightly, bypassing the sofa to head towards the dining room, pouring some water to drink.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her back, and went to take a shower.
Only after changing clothes did he walk to the dining room, but heard her talking on the phone.
"How is it? Any critical injuries?"
"Is the injury severe?"
His footsteps paused slightly, looking at her back without speaking, his eyes tinged with complexity.
"Okay, then please take good care of him... I..."
"Who are you talking to on the phone?"
Before the sentence was finished, a deep voice sounded behind her.
Qiao Mo turned around, facing Fu Nancheng’s dark eyes, instinctively took a few steps back, her phone dropping to the ground.
Returning to her senses, she merely gave him a cold glance then withdrew her gaze, bending to pick up the phone, clearly not intending to answer his question.
He kicked the phone away, staring coldly at her.
Qiao Mo straightened up, looking at him with the same cold detachment.
A few seconds later, she withdrew her gaze and once again walked towards the phone, Fu Nancheng pulled her back, throwing her against the wall, gripping her jaw to force her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were cold, like a stormy sea: "I’m asking you a question."
Qiao Mo struggled a few times, but couldn’t shake his arm off.
So she stopped struggling, letting him tightly grip her wrist.
Looking up with indifference: "What does Mr. Fu want to ask?"
"Who are you talking to on the phone?"
Qiao Mo chuckled, eyes full of sarcasm, speaking carelessly: "Jing Hao, who else could it be."