novelraw Chapter 359 Year-End (2)
Chapter 359 Year-End (2)
Fu Nancheng turned his head to look at her, silent.Until the night deepened and all fell silent.
A slightly cool body suddenly squeezed into the warm blanket, a large hand adeptly wrapped around her waist, pressing close, the chest resting against her back, only then did he feel secure.
"Xiao Mo..."
He lightly kissed her hair, his gaze tinged with complexity.
He struggled to accept that she wasn’t the person he had always been searching for, as if reality had dealt him a harsh blow.
Yet, upon waking up, he found himself deeply entrenched.
It seemed he couldn’t leave her now... what to do?
The large hand hugged her even tighter, her faint fragrance calming him. Official source is NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He knew he might have to let her go, after all, all of this was a mistake he had caused. Only, it seemed he was unable to do so.
Qiao Mo gently opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the chest, making no sound.
Indeed, it’s something one could easily crave...
...
The next morning, the two were still silent.
After a simple tidy-up, they headed back to Nanshan Villa.
But all the way, Qiao Mo’s gaze remained fixed outside the window, feeling like a caged bird, unable to fly, unable to escape.
Returning her thoughts, once again worried about Jing Hao’s situation.
Currently, without even a phone, unaware if he’s out of danger... or already separated from her by life and death.
Fu Nancheng sat beside her without speaking, holding a stack of documents from Zhuo Lin, waiting for him to sign.
His gaze involuntarily fell on her, always feeling that her quietness was somewhat unusual.
Upon returning to the villa, they reached the second floor when a familiar mobile ringtone sounded.
Qiao Mo paused slightly, instantly spotting her phone placed on the coffee table, vibrating and singing, issuing a ’squeaky’ sound.
Her heart tightened, fingers curled slightly.
At this moment... it might be Qinghuan’s call...
Unconsciously, she hurried forward, eager to answer the phone.
But after taking a few steps, she sensed a cold gaze falling on her from behind, making her stop abruptly.
She turned to look at the man behind her, but he only cast her a cold glance before withdrawing his gaze and walking into the bedroom.
Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to answer the phone.
"Qinghuan, how is it?"
"Guess..."
The voice on the other end was somewhat weary, yet contained undeniable joy.
"He’s... he’s okay... right?"
Xie Qinghuan nodded: "Yes, he’s okay! Now basically out of danger, after two months in the hospital, he can go home to recuperate, and in about six months, there should be no major issues."
Qiao Mo sat down on the sofa, her eyes slightly red, lowering her gaze to whisper: "That’s great... that’s great..."
"Yes, I’ve already told Aunt Feng, she will come over later."
Qiao Mo remained silent, seeming to recall something, still a bit worried: "And his arms? Legs... are they all still there?"
"Yes, they’re all still there."
Upon hearing, she thoroughly breathed a sigh of relief, her taut nerves suddenly snapping, exhausted.
"Xiao Mo, are you still coming over?"
Qiao Mo fell silent again, after a few seconds, lowered her gaze to whisper: "No, you help take care of him a bit more for me."
"Qiao Xiaomo, you have me, a seasoned journalist, a host, become a nanny for your ex-boyfriend, are you planning on how to repay me with your life?"
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, feeling a bit better.