novelraw Chapter 420: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (5)
Chapter 420: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (5)
Fu Nancheng hesitated for a moment, still uneasy, and slowly said, "I should go and check."Saying this, he turned around and walked out of the private room.
He drove all the way to Bay District, and it took him a while to find the unit where Qiao Mo was.
He parked the car at a corner, just enough to see the direction of the building entrance.
In the past few days when she wasn’t around, he couldn’t focus on work at all. Now, even though he hadn’t seen her, it seemed as though just being closer to her made his heart feel more at ease.
Fu Nancheng rolled down the car window and sat in the car, lighting a cigarette.
He sat there for the entire night.
Unfortunately, by dawn when he left, he hadn’t caught a glimpse of Qiao Mo, leaving him with a sense of disappointment.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was February 14th; the streets and alleys were piled high with roses, and couples were showing off their love everywhere.
Even though Qiao Mo had been staying at home, she could still smell a whiff of love in the air.
Sitting in front of the sewing machine, for some reason, she thought of Fu Nancheng and wondered... what is he doing now?
Valentine’s Day... working? Or found someone...
Really, what’s she thinking?
Shaking her head, Qiao Mo resumed her work.
Just as she picked up the fabric, she heard a sudden knock on the door.
She walked to the door in her slippers, looked through the peephole, and froze.
Him... why is he here...?
Qiao Mo stood at the door, forgetting to react. After Fu Nancheng knocked again, he said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo, open the door."
Qiao Mo’s hand tightly gripped the door handle, listening to the movement outside, still said nothing.
"Xiao Mo. I know you’re in there."
With these words, a sour feeling built up in Qiao Mo’s eyes, and she finally spoke, "Mr. Fu, I no longer owe you anything."
"Just open the door, okay?" he said in a deep voice, clearly unhappy with the door separating them.
Qiao Mo still didn’t move, never expected him to find her so quickly.
"Fu Nancheng, I don’t want to see you."
His face darkened a little, and after a few seconds of silence: "I’ll say it again, open the door."
Qiao Mo didn’t move.
"If you don’t want me to take down the door, it’s best to open it now."
His voice carried a hint of warning. Qiao Mo hesitated for a few seconds but eventually opened the door.
Only then did Fu Nancheng’s expression soften a bit. He glanced at her, then walked straight into the living room and sat on the sofa.
After taking off his suit jacket and hanging it aside, he looked at Qiao Mo, who was still standing at the door, and said gently, "I haven’t eaten yet."
Looking into each other’s eyes, Qiao Mo was silent for a long time and softly closed the door, asking, "Why are you here?"
"What is there to eat?" he asked in a low voice, obviously not intending to answer her question.
Qiao Mo stared at him for a while, seeing the bloodshot in his eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a bit softhearted, and turned to the kitchen to cook some noodles for him.
His gaze rested on her back, gently curving his lips upward, observing the living room.
The apartment was small, the walls slightly yellowed, but she had cleaned it very well, leaving a faint sense of coziness.
Before long, the scent of food filled the kitchen.
Qiao Mo came out with two bowls of noodles, placed them on the small dining table, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and sat opposite him without speaking.
Fu Nancheng took the chopsticks, his appetite suddenly insatiable, finishing a bowl of noodles in less than ten minutes, not leaving even a drop of soup.
Qiao Mo dazedly watched him. Just as he raised his eyes, he met her deep gaze.
"Is there more?"
Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment and pushed her bowl toward him.
Fu Nancheng was slightly startled, glanced at her, but did not hesitate either.