novelraw Chapter 442: The Person I Love Is You (9)
Chapter 442: The Person I Love Is You (9)
Qiao Mo frowned. No one carries that much cash around; this man was clearly making things difficult for her."I’ll make a call to have someone bring the money over," Qiao Mo spoke again.
"I don’t have time to wait for you." Sun Yuhao’s eyes roamed over Qiao Mo’s small face, lifting a hand to shove a wine glass to her lips, beginning to pour the liquid down her throat.
Her face was so tender and smooth, the delicate sensation under his touch made his heart flutter, feeling as if he was caressing a fine piece of jade, and he couldn’t resist touching it again.
"Mmm...!" Qiao Mo struggled to turn her head aside, but quite a bit of liquid from the wine glass still spilled, rushing to her lips.
Qiao Mo raised her hand and slapped him hard, the ’smack’ echoing loudly in the quiet private room.
Sun Yuhao was unguarded, and the wine glass in his hand crashed to the ground with a ’bang’.
Qiao Mo stepped back a few paces, watching him warily.
"Damn, you ungrateful thing! How dare you hit me!" This time, Sun Yuhao’s eyes were completely red. This woman dared to slap him in front of so many people; if he didn’t teach her a lesson, where would his face be!
Immediately, he grabbed Qiao Mo’s arm and tossed her to the ground, raising his hand to strike.
Just then, a strong hand seized his wrist.
"Damn it... who!" Sun Yuhao was furious, but as he turned his head, he almost collapsed to the ground in fear, his legs going weak.
"Fu... Mr. Fu..." He regained his senses and immediately spoke politely, but facing those deep, cold eyes, he felt an inexplicable unease.
"She said she didn’t want to drink, didn’t you understand?" Fu Nancheng slowly spoke, his voice not loud, yet inexplicably making the entire room tense, with men who had been laying back on the sofa now sitting upright, a hint of cautiousness in their demeanor.
Within a few seconds, Sun Yuhao’s forehead was covered in large beads of sweat, dripping down.
Many people noticed something was off, once again scrutinizing the Qiao Mo on the ground.
But at this moment, Sun Yuhao was caught in Fu Nancheng’s dark eyes, his mind blank, unable to comprehend the situation: "Fu... Mr. Fu... I just wanted to teach this woman a lesson, she really doesn’t know how to appreciate things!"
Fu Nancheng slightly curled his lips, his thin lips showing a sharp curve: "Does my woman need to give you face?"
At one sentence, the entire room fell silent.
Sun Yuhao was even more dumbfounded, collapsing to the ground, staring in dismay at the man full of dark malice, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Swallowing hard: "Young Master Fu..."
"Young Master Fu... I really didn’t know! I really didn’t know she was your woman! Otherwise, even if you gave me ten guts, I wouldn’t dare!" The man’s voice carried a hint of sobbing, clearly scared out of his wits.
Sweat beaded on his forehead layer by layer, trickling down.
Fu Nancheng let out a small laugh, glancing at his suit before speaking slowly: "So your clothes got dirty."
Sun Yuhao immediately shook his head, shaking it like a rattle: "No... no... the wine spilled by myself! My hand just trembled out of control... I dirtied it myself!"
Fu Nancheng curled his thin lips, one hand in his pants pocket, looking down at him from above and said lightly: "If it’s dirty, it really should be compensated."
Sun Yuhao was almost about to cry in his anxiety: "No need, no need... Mr. Fu... really, no need, it’s worthless!"