novelraw Chapter 351: You Better Behave (12)
Chapter 351: You Better Behave (12)
At this moment, Fu Nancheng stood at the end of the corridor outside the hospital room.One hand tucked in his pants pocket, the other holding a cigarette, he stood by the window gazing out at the somewhat blanched scene.
Shiwu walked to him from behind, speaking in a low voice, "Young Master, Miss Qiao has woken up."
The fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and said, "Got it."
Shiwu stepped back without making another sound. Fu Nancheng was silent for a few more seconds, then took a harsh drag on his cigarette before extinguishing the butt and turning to walk toward the hospital room.
Before long, the door was opened.
Fu Nancheng walked in with a cold expression.
Qiao Mo looked up at him briefly, only to feel a chill surrounding him. She withdrew her gaze, fiddling with her fingers, not daring to make a sound.
He took a seat next to her, "You’re awake."
His voice was deep, merely stating a fact rather than asking.
Qiao Mo didn’t speak, yet she kept pondering which hospital this was.
He poured her a glass of water and placed it on the cabinet by the bedside. Qiao Mo glanced up at him and softly asked, "Which hospital is this?"
The curve of his thin lips turned even colder as he stared at her, his black eyes resembling whirlpools in deep cold pools, inscrutable and inexplicably unsettling.
His dark eyes were profound, reflecting her silhouette. After several seconds, he finally spoke, "Lujiang Private Hospital."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, somewhat disappointed.
It indeed wasn’t the hospital where Jing Hao was...
But then, considering the vastness of Jiang City and the numerous hospitals, how could it be so coincidental?
By now, so much time had passed, and she didn’t even know how his surgery was going...
Her fingertips clenched bit by bit, and Qiao Mo spoke again, "I want to go to the Ninth High-level Hospital."
Mockery flashed in his eyes, and he flatly said, "Impossible."
The initially harmonious atmosphere turned tense in an instant. Qiao Mo looked at him somewhat coldly, insisting, "I want to go to the Ninth High-level Hospital."
He merely let out a cold laugh, stood up, and sneered, "Even if he dies, you won’t get to see him again!"
Tears welled up in Qiao Mo’s eyes, turning them slightly red: "Then what if I die? Will you let me go then?"
His steps paused slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and his gaze became somewhat dazed.
Did she really dislike him that much...
Fu Nancheng let out a cold laugh, walked to Shiwu, took a dagger from him, and directly threw it in front of Qiao Mo, looking at her and said coldly, "Do you want to die?"
Seeing the dagger falling onto the hospital bed, Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, her eyes moist.
Looking up at the man in front of her, she saw his eyes also tinged with red, filled with complexities she couldn’t understand.
Qiao Mo’s fingers trembled lightly, looking at the dagger glinting with cold light in front of her, slowly lowering her gaze.
Is he really going to drive her to death before he gives up...
He moved closer, harshly pinching her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Confronted with those eyes, tears began to swirl in her eye sockets, Qiao Mo’s eyes filled with bloodshot, gleaming with mist, looking particularly alluring.
"If you want to die, I won’t stop you... But... if you die, I will surely take many with you!"
His gaze was fierce, his voice unbearably cold, like the ice of the ninth month, the drifting snow of the North Pole, the chilling depths of the deep sea.
Qiao Mo’s whole body trembled, tears streaming down, stubbornly staring at him.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, not daring to look at those tearful eyes anymore. He didn’t dare to see the rejection and patience in her eyes, nor the disgust and struggling hatred...