novelraw Chapter 539 Engagement (10)
Chapter 539 Engagement (10)
Qiao Mo awkwardly looked away, her cheeks rosy and indescribably alluring.What... what kind of person is this...
To be thinking about such things at this time, it’s truly shameless.
Qiao Mo muttered to herself, but she really didn’t dare to laugh again.
A black stretch limousine was parked in front of the corridor door. He gently placed her on the ground, and Zhuo Lin immediately stepped forward to open the car door, intending to remind Qiao Mo to be careful.
But Fu Nancheng had already stepped in front of him, carefully shielding her from the car door to prevent her from bumping into it.
Once she sat down securely, he bent down to tidy her dress, cautiously arranging the light pink hem neatly inside the car to prevent it from getting caught or creased when the door closed.
Qiao Mo secretly glanced at him. His profile was still handsome and clear, yet there was an added touch of tenderness, causing a hint of shyness to spill over her eyes.
Over ten minutes later, the car headed towards the Imperial Hotel.
Fu Nancheng sat beside Qiao Mo, both sitting upright, neither speaking a word.
The atmosphere was inexplicably tense, mingling with a sweet awkwardness.
More than ten minutes after the car set off, Qiao Mo quietly turned to observe him, his dark suit without a wrinkle, unusually paired with a light pink striped tie, coincidentally the same color as her dress.
Qiao Mo gently curled her lips, feeling as if the air was filled with sweet pink bubbles.
Fu Nancheng kept his face taut, but only he knew that he was also somewhat nervous. It was as if today was not an engagement party, but a wedding.
With the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qiao Mo’s small hand resting at her side, her snow-white fingertips tinged with a faint blush.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his large hand quietly moved a little towards her.
Their fingertips brushed against each other, both involuntarily curling slightly, as if electrified, slightly nervous.
Qiao Mo blushed, turning her face to look at him, her small hand tightening a little.
"Ahem..." Fu Nancheng cleared his throat lightly, raising his hand to loosen his tie, seemingly a bit hot.
"Don’t move around; it’ll look bad if it gets messed up," Qiao Mo softly spoke, turning him to the side as she carefully tidied his tie again.
Fu Nancheng gently pulled her small hand, interlocking their fingers tightly. He could clearly feel the thin layer of sweat on her palm.
"What... what are you doing..." Qiao Mo softly spoke.
Even though they’ve done far more embarrassing things before, for some reason, holding hands made her blush fiercely, full of shyness.
He curved his lips, saying nothing, nor letting go of her hand.
Both of them simultaneously turned to look out of the window, one to the left and the other to the right. Yet, their large and small hands remained tightly clasped, not letting go.
More than half an hour later, the car slowly stopped in front of the Imperial Hotel.
A long red carpet was laid before the hotel, flanked by floral arrangements crafted by hired floral masters.
There were more bodyguards than during the Fu family patriarch’s engagement party that day, and the entrance was crowded with reporters holding cameras and microphones, causing some congestion.
Qiao Mo was a bit dumbfounded: "How... how are there so many people?"
Fu Nancheng didn’t say a word and got out of the car first.
Immediately, the flashlights began to flare incessantly, as numerous media outlets went crazy, frantically capturing this man who was usually so low-key that even catching a glimpse of him was difficult.
The car door slowly opened, and Qiao Mo let out a shallow breath, resting her hand on Fu Nancheng’s as she slowly got out of the car.
The glaring flashlights blinded her momentarily, but the next second, he turned to shield her.