novelraw Chapter 546 Pregnancy (2)
Chapter 546 Pregnancy (2)
Gently pushing open the study door, she found him sitting at the desk, operating the computer. The glow of the screen cast a slightly cool light on his face.The door creaked.
He looked up and saw her standing at the door in loose pajamas, staring at him, lost in thought.
He immediately stubbed out the cigarette, closed the webpage, and put away the photos.
"Come over here," he said softly, and Qiao Mo then walked in.
"Why are you still awake?" Qiao Mo had just woken up, her voice still a bit hoarse.
"Can’t sleep."
He pulled her onto his lap, holding her steady.
"Are you thinking about what happened during the day?" Qiao Mo’s small hand rested on his cheek, feeling a bit cold, not knowing how long he had been sitting there.
"Yeah."
Qiao Mo hugged his neck with some distress: "Your eyes are red."
He smiled slightly and pecked her lips: "Had a nightmare again?"
"Yeah, I dreamt of drowning, like I was trapped somewhere and couldn’t get out."
His gaze deepened, becoming more certain of his suspicions.
"I took a few days off for you, so I’ll take you out for a change of scenery, and we’ll go back to work after a good rest."
"Who did you ask for leave?" Qiao Mo asked suspiciously. Who would he ask for leave so late?
He chuckled, tapping her nose: "What do you think?"
Qiao Mo leaned against him and said softly: "You’re abusing your power, be careful others talk behind your back."
The sea breeze outside the window was slightly cool; Fu Nancheng worried she might get cold, so he closed the window tightly.
But after the conversation, neither of them felt sleepy anymore.
Fu Nancheng casually picked up a document, then took out a pen, uncapped it and placed it in Qiao Mo’s hand.
"What for?" Qiao Mo was puzzled.
"Write a few words for me," he said in a deep voice, not sounding like he was joking.
Qiao Mo looked at him suspiciously but still slowly put the pen to paper: "Fu...Nancheng...is a fool."
"Feeling itchy, are you?" He wrapped his arms around her waist, threatening her.
Qiao Mo stuck out her tongue: "You told me to write it."
He didn’t mind her words, his gaze focused on Qiao Mo’s handwriting, scrutinizing it closely.
"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Mo couldn’t help but ask.
Fu Nancheng took out a box from under the table, pulled out a letter from it, and slowly spread it on the table.
"Do you...think I might be the girl you’ve been looking for?" Qiao Mo asked softly.
He shook his head, comparing the handwriting of Qiao Mo and the letter: "I don’t know, I just thought of it suddenly, so I wanted to compare and see."
The handwriting on the letter was clearly immature, though neat and clean, still too naive.
Qiao Mo’s current handwriting, on the other hand, was delicate and beautiful, not showing much similarity.
However, the two words "Nancheng" did show a trace of resemblance, but that was not enough to be conclusive.
Neither of them thought of comparing it with Qiao Mo’s diary, which she had never parted with for years.
If they were to look through her diary from eight or nine years ago, they would surely find that it resembled the handwriting on the letter closely.
The two chatted idly for a while longer, and Qiao Mo worried that he wouldn’t sleep well and it would affect his health.
So she tugged on his arm to go to bed and rest with her.
"Xiao Mo..."
"Hmm?"
"How about we do something?" he whispered as he kissed her forehead, even unaware himself why his desire for her seemed endless.
"Go to sleep!" Qiao Mo turned her back to him with a light hum.
He enveloped her in his arms again, lowering his eyes gently, feeling satisfied.