novelraw Chapter 284: You Are Many Years Late (3)
Chapter 284: You Are Many Years Late (3)
Fu Nancheng seemed a bit displeased; with a long reach of his arm, he pulled her back."Where are you going?"
"I... I..." Qiao Mo stammered for quite some time, her cheeks growing redder, yet she failed to come up with a reason.
Fu Nancheng said nothing more, merely holding her tightly.
Seeing that he wasn’t moving around anymore, Qiao Mo also settled down quietly.
After an unknown length of time, she couldn’t help but speak again, "Fu Nancheng... did we know each other before?"
He furrowed his brow slightly, lowering his eyes in silence.
The grip of his large hand on her waist tightened a bit, unclear whether he remembered something or was feeling displeased with her.
"Ouch... it hurts."
Qiao Mo frowned slightly, tilting her head to look at his profile.
At this moment, the sky was dim, and the lamplight at the bedside cast shadows across his face, making it difficult for her to discern his expression.
She leaned gently back into his chest once again, softly saying, "What happened seven years ago?"
His thin lips pursed slightly, and after a while, he finally spoke, "Do you really not remember me?"
His voice carried a trace of hidden pain and disappointment.
Qiao Mo’s heart ached inexplicably, and she said once more, "Seven years ago, I was sixteen. Dad said it was at a banquet in my sixteenth year that I fell from a terrace, remained in a coma for a long time, and when I woke up, I remembered nothing."
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, his entire body showing a bit of rigidity.
His eyes reddened as he looked at her, his thin lips trembling slightly, appearing to want to say something but not knowing where to start.
Qiao Mo looked at him somewhat inexplicably, yet it wasn’t hard to tell from his expression that something must have happened seven years ago.
"You remember nothing?" His gaze was a bit moist, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
Meeting his dark eyes, Qiao Mo nodded lightly, "Mm, I’ve forgotten everything."
Suddenly, his throat seemed as though it was blocked by something, staring at her absentmindedly without responding for a long time.
"Did we... know each other before?"
"Forgotten... you actually forgot everything... so it was because of the accident that you didn’t come..."
He murmured to himself, and as he spoke, suddenly he laughed.
The laugh was filled with self-deprecation and regret.
He never imagined she would have amnesia.
So, seven years ago, was it because she was injured and lost her memory that she didn’t come?
So, all those supposed betrayals and abandonments were just a ridiculous misunderstanding?
He laughed lightly, as if mocking his own foolishness.
Had he missed her for so many years just because of a misunderstanding?
Fu Nancheng’s eyes were somewhat reddened, struggling to accept this reality...
Qiao Mo had a hint of unease in her eyes, like a child unknowingly making a mistake, "Qingxue’s legs... were they really because of me?"
Fu Nancheng was slightly startled, holding her gently as he spoke, "No, it was because of me."
"But Fu Qingrou said..."
"On June 8th, seven years ago, we planned to go abroad together, to leave here."
"I was discovered by my family, subjected to house arrest and imprisonment, and on August 8th, Qingxue’s birthday, I pretended to take Qingxue out to escape the imprisonment, but on the way, left her to meet you."
"I just didn’t expect that she would encounter a car accident, causing her legs to..."
Qiao Mo was stunned, so that’s how it was...
No wonder Fu Qingrou hated her so much?
Indeed, if it weren’t for wanting to see her, how could he have left Lu Qingxue alone?
Thinking about it this way, it’s understandable that Fu Qingrou, as a mother, would hate her.
However, her approach was indeed too extreme.
Qiao Mo gently embraced him, her heart aching slightly; he must feel very guilty.
Fu Nancheng’s eyes felt somewhat sore; seven years ago, he was eighteen.
At the age of youthful recklessness, he thought everything was too simple.
Back then, his family insisted on arranging a marriage for him, but he had already set his heart on her.