Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 383: Settle Accounts (10)

What should I do?Fu Nancheng... I seem to like you more than I imagined...

Since when? From which moment or which second...

But then, thinking that she’s ultimately just a replacement, she feels sad and wants to cry.

He’s sleeping soundly, so she just tilts her head and keeps watching him.

His brows are tightly furrowed, he doesn’t seem to be sleeping soundly. She gently smooths his hair, lost in thought.

More than an hour later, his eyelashes tremble slightly. He opens his eyes, meeting her gaze.

Stunned for a moment, he sits up, forgetting to speak.

They just silently look at each other, as if a thousand light years have passed in these short days.

A few seconds later, he finally comes to his senses, his thin lips move, and he softly says, "Awake?"

"Yes."

"Do you... feel uncomfortable anywhere?" he asks nervously.

Qiao Mo gently shakes her head, "No."

His heart slowly relaxes, but looking at her, there’s a touch of inexplicable tension.

Even he doesn’t know what he’s nervous about, maybe worried she would blame him. After all, he always causes her pain.

"I’ll go get a towel." He gets up, goes to the bathroom for a towel, and carefully wipes her cheeks.

Qiao Mo keeps staring at him, the bloodshot in his eyes makes her heartache.

"I’ll ask Nanny Wang to bring some porridge."

"Okay."

Qiao Mo lowers her eyes and leans against the headboard, hesitating whether to talk about breaking up now. No, it can’t be called a breakup, they were never together, how can it be called a breakup, at most it’s... settling scores.

Thinking of this term, Qiao Mo feels uneasy.

Settling scores.

Will their lives have no intersection once mentioned?

She would never see his face again, never feel his embrace again.

But maybe now is the best opportunity. Otherwise, with his domineering personality, how could he possibly agree?

Before long, Nanny Wang brings the porridge.

Fu Nancheng places it by the bed, first feeding her some water.

Then he takes the spoon and starts feeding her porridge.

"I can do it myself." Qiao Mo slowly raises her hand, trying to take the spoon, but a slight movement sends sharp pain to her wound, a layer of cold sweat forms on her forehead.

"Don’t move." He says sternly with furrowed brows, a trace of urgency in his eyes.

Qiao Mo sneaks another glance at him and doesn’t refuse anymore.

After eating a third of the porridge, Qiao Mo can’t eat any more. She lowers her eyes lightly and says, "Fu Nancheng."

"Yes?"

He places the porridge down as she calls his name. An inexplicable tension arises, nervously watching her like a child who has done something wrong.

Facing his eyes, Qiao Mo feels suffocated, the words stuck in her throat.

Only silence remains in the room.

She feels uneasy, but she doesn’t want to be a replacement anymore.

"Fu Nancheng... could you bring my bag over?"

Hearing her, he’s momentarily stunned but involuntarily exhales a sigh of relief.

Qiao Mo silently takes a card from her wallet and gently places it on the bedside table.

He hesitates, his gaze falls from the bank card to her, and inexplicable apprehension rises.

"There’s 25 million in this card to repay you. I’ll return the remaining 25 million within a year."

His large hand tightens bit by bit, staring at her intently, concealing the pain in his eyes, he asks in a deep voice, "What does this mean?"

"It’s the 50 million borrowed from you for Qiao Xuan’s surgery before."

"I asked what this means!"