novelraw Chapter 259: Not Allowed to Refuse (6)
Chapter 259: Not Allowed to Refuse (6)
Fu Nancheng lifted his gaze to her, his thin lips lightly pursed as he mocked, "Looking for me?"He had an icy aura, even his gaze carried an inexplicable chill.
Qiao Mo felt uneasy in her heart and said softly, "Was it you who commissioned Mr. Liu Yi to investigate the whereabouts of that forensic doctor?"
"Hmph, so what if it was?"
At the thought of that phone call in the afternoon, thinking that she would rather trust an outsider than believe in him, his eyes grew even colder.
So it really was him!
Qiao Mo was on the verge of tears, finally understanding the saying about shooting herself in the foot.
Lightly biting her lip, she steeled herself and said, "Did you... you ask me here today to attend this banquet?"
His phoenix eyes slightly narrowed as he stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turning his back to Qiao Mo without speaking.
Qiao Mo turned around and stood behind him: "Mr. Liu Yi said he would only inform the client of the investigation results, so... if you find that forensic doctor, can you tell me?"
"I remember you already refused," Fu Nancheng interrupted in a heavy voice.
Qiao Mo was silent; she had indeed refused his rare kindness.
Fu Nancheng turned around, scrutinizing the woman in front of him, and mocked, "What? Didn’t Han Zirui help you find out?"
She was slightly stunned, not expecting him to have found out about Han Zirui in such a short time.
Before she could speak, her chin felt a sharp pain.
He lightly pinched her chin, mocking, "Heh, I thought you had found some formidable support!"
Qiao Mo was silent for a few seconds and spoke again, "Fu Nancheng, if you find out the whereabouts of that forensic doctor, can you tell me?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he parted his thin lips, "If you say you need it, then you need it. If you say you don’t, then you don’t."
"Qiao Mo, what do you take me, Fu Nancheng, for?"
His gaze was very cold as he scrutinized the woman in front of him, laced with a hint of irritation.
She knew he wouldn’t easily agree again.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said coldly, "In that case, I won’t disturb Mr. Fu any longer."
With those words, she intended to leave.
Watching the woman walk away without looking back, his gaze slightly froze.
Standing with one hand in his trouser pocket by the floor-to-ceiling window, he said coldly, "Is that how you ask for favors?"
Qiao Mo paused her steps slightly, silently saying nothing.
The next second, she fell into a warm embrace.
He hugged her from behind, seemingly a bit unwilling, his tone softened a bit, "Why didn’t you come to me for help?"
Looking at the pale, slender hands around her waist, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said softly, "I knelt and begged you, and you refused."
She had knelt before him, begging without dignity, humbling herself.
And he refused.
In her view, no matter what she did, he would not change his mind.
"Could you not have asked a second time?"
A trace of mockery flashed in Qiao Mo’s eyes as she chuckled lightly, "Kneel and beg you again? Or be humiliated again?"
His breath hitched slightly, stunned.
His gaze carried a tinge of pain.
Lowering his eyes, he held her tighter, and in a low voice by her ear he said, "Qiao Mo, don’t talk to me like that."
His voice carried a hint of danger and a trace of warning.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she lowered her eyes without saying anything.
A few minutes later, the chill around him dissipated a bit, and he softly said, "Kiss me once, and I’ll tell you the forensic doctor’s investigation results."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, turning around to look at him in a daze.
Her gaze swept over his enticing thin lips, involuntarily moving away, "I..."
"You’re not allowed to refuse."
He said in a heavy voice, and before Qiao Mo could react, he held the back of her head with one hand and gently kissed her lips.