Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 538 Engagement (9)

Time flew by, and the day of the engagement party was upon them.Fu Nancheng awoke very early, while Qiao Mo was still a bit drowsy, worn out from his exhaustive attention last night. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she just wanted to continue sleeping.

"Xiao Mo." Fu Nancheng gently kissed her forehead.

Qiao Mo frowned and turned her back to him completely ignoring him.

Just as Fu Nancheng was about to speak again, his phone suddenly rang.

Qiao Mo irritably pulled the quilt over her head, her whining making him smile uncontrollably.

"President, the makeup artist is downstairs, along with Miss Qiao’s dress and your suit," Zhuo Lin reported diligently.

Fu Nancheng checked the time; it was six fifteen, a bit early.

"Have them come up at six thirty."

With those words, he placed the phone on the bedside and turned to embrace the curled up Qiao Mo again.

"Xiao Mo, time to get up."

Qiao Mo stubbornly kept her eyes shut, lying motionless as if lifeless.

His large hand slipped under the covers, resting on her delicate thigh, gently caressing.

Qiao Mo furrowed her brows slightly and shifted a bit to the side, still not intending to get up.

Fu Nancheng’s chin rested lightly on her shoulder, his hand becoming increasingly unruly as it moved upward, his voice hoarse, "How about some morning exercise?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo’s tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Though still slightly hazy, she quickly sat up in bed, clutching the quilt defensively against her, watching Fu Nancheng warily, "No."

Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened slightly.

What does this mean?

He’s been calling her to get up for ages, but as soon as he mentions exercise, she’s up so quickly!

"Come here. Give me a kiss."

With a long arm reach, he pulled her into his embrace, bowing his head to linger on her lips for a moment before stopping.

Qiao Mo hurriedly ran down to the bathroom to shower, feeling sore all over.

Not long after, the makeup artist, stylist, and others appeared, making the already cramped room exceptionally crowded, with people coming and going barely able to move.

After bustling for over an hour, the group managed to head out before eight.

Qiao Mo wore a light pink dress adorned with many diamonds, with a large though not very long skirt.

Yet descending downstairs, without an elevator, proved a bit inconvenient.

The stylist followed behind her, half squatting to try to lift her skirt slightly.

But before even squatting down, the skirt brushed past their hand.

Qiao Mo’s footing slipped, and she was already swept into Fu Nancheng’s arms.

Looking at the man in the suit, Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed slightly as she met his dark eyes, her lips curled into a gentle smile.

Why, despite it only being an engagement, did she feel as if she were getting married?

Her heart was racing as well.

Fu Nancheng too gazed absentmindedly at the woman in his arms; meeting her six months ago, it was initially for revenge, yet in a twist of fate, he couldn’t let her go.

Seeing his lost gaze upon her, Qiao Mo shyly lowered her eyes, her smile like a delicate blossom, dazzlingly bright and almost painful to his eyes.

"Don’t smile," Fu Nancheng said tersely, yet his own lips couldn’t help but curve into a faint arc.

Bewildered, Qiao Mo clung to his neck, "Why?"

His dark eyes fixed on her little face, for several seconds, unwavering, his gaze growing increasingly fervent, the meaning clear without words.