novelraw Chapter 436 The Person I Love Is You (3)
Chapter 436 The Person I Love Is You (3)
For a while, the social elites of Jiang City were racking their brains to attend this gathering, making it quite lively.That morning, Fu Nancheng sat in his office. After finishing a meeting with a stern face, he pulled out his phone and took a look.
The black phone spun in his clean, slender hand for a moment before he unlocked the screen and found Qiao Mo’s number in his contacts.
He stared at it for a while, then exited the screen again. Not a few seconds passed before he tapped back in.
After repeating this several times, he finally threw the phone onto the desk in frustration and walked over to the window.
Damn woman!
She really hadn’t called him even once.
Was she planning to give no explanation for drugging him that day?
After that day, he calmed down a bit and had someone check the civil registry records, surprisingly discovering that her marriage to Jiang Jinghao was fake.
Even so, he had been so angry that day, his eyes turned red; she nearly drove him insane with rage.
Now, more than half a month had passed, and in his heart, he felt a bit of regret. He wondered if she resented that day and truly planned to ignore him forever.
After all, he did demand her intensely that day.
Fu Nancheng felt some agitation; he had never felt so insecure.
But he was also angry, annoyed that she had drugged his drink. Now, even more, he couldn’t bring himself to approach her again.
Just then, the phone on the desk rang.
He turned around and picked up the call; it was Yan Yiheng.
"Third Brother, 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Room 5888 at Night City."
"Got it." Fu Nancheng replied in a deep voice, showing little interest.
Yan Yiheng seemed to sense his bad mood and teased, "If you’re missing Little Sister Qiao, why not send for her to join us."
Fu Nancheng’s heart was stirred, but he didn’t respond.
Yan Yiheng added, "We’ll be expecting you."
Then, he hung up the phone.
Fu Nancheng hesitated for a moment, lowered his head to look at the phone, and brought up her number again. His eyes flickered with self-mockery.
No matter what, they’d been together for half a year.
But he thought, she probably didn’t even know today was his birthday.
He stood in front of the window for a long time but ultimately couldn’t resist the wild desire in his heart. He turned back towards the desk and pressed a number on the landline: "Fifteen."
"Yes, sir."
"Go to Qiao Mo’s school and bring her over."
"Yes."
After hanging up, Fifteen, along with the driver, went directly to Qiao Mo’s school.
At that moment, Qiao Mo had just come out of the library, feeling a bit lightheaded. She’d been so busy that she was dizzy and blurry-eyed. Just now, she went to the library to look up some European court texts because, as a designer, it’s necessary to have some understanding of history and development.
Holding a book titled "A Brief History of the Origin and Development of European Women’s Wear," she inexplicably thought of the book Qin Zhaoran gave her in the hospital previously.
Back then, she was all talk, but scenes of her bantering and joking with him were vivid in her mind, as if everything happened yesterday.
Qiao Mo gently shook her head to sweep these thoughts away, walking on campus with the gentle breeze brushing her face, breathing in the fragrance of the grass, feeling much better at heart.
Not far out, a black Bentley suddenly swerved and stopped right in front of her, the wheels screeching against the ground, making a piercing sound.
Qiao Mo frowned and stepped back a couple of steps, holding the book in her hands even tighter.
Soon, the car door opened.
Fifteen, whose face was delicate yet whose actions were ruthless, got out of the car.
At the sight of him, Qiao Mo turned to leave, walking quickly.