novelraw Chapter 611: Turmoil (7)
Chapter 611: Turmoil (7)
Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, unable to speak.After she picked out the materials, she placed them to the side of the desk, as it was already late at night. She never expected anyone to come at this hour.
Even if they did, she would never have imagined someone so shameless would seize her hard-earned results!
But just as Alina said, the things were on the desk, and there was no evidence to prove they were hers.
Seeing Qiao Mo’s face turn a shade paler, Alina finally smiled contentedly, "Let’s see how you can beat me!"
With an air of arrogance, Alina turned and left, taking along all the stuff Qiao Mo had sorted for hours.
Watching the success of the past few hours slip away, Qiao Mo slowly squatted down, sitting on a pile of materials, biting her lip, her eyes red.
What to do... what to do?
The fruits of hours of hard work were just lost like this!
She so wanted to go up and argue with her, also wanted to snatch those materials back.
She reached out and gently touched her belly.
But she couldn’t.
Alina, just a few days ago, had attacked Yu Qianxun without warning, showing what kind of person she was. Moreover, being in a foreign country, she couldn’t risk the child in her belly.
The night wind was a bit chilly, blowing in from the window, causing her to shiver, her eyes getting redder.
It was her negligence... she had been too careless...
Qiao Mo sat on the desk, sniffled, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She took out her phone and looked at Fu Nancheng’s number. Then looked at the time, it was past midnight, it should be around six o’clock for him, she wondered if he had finished his work...
Her fingertips moved uncontrollably, gently dialing his number.
"Xiao Mo." After two rings, the call was connected.
Hearing his deep voice, Qiao Mo’s nose tingled, and the tears she had been suppressing suddenly fell, holding the phone without making a sound.
"Still not asleep this late?"
Not hearing a response, Fu Nancheng frowned, sensing something was wrong with her emotions.
Neither said anything, Qiao Mo covered her mouth, choking, feeling utterly useless.
But she was so tired... sobbing...
Six to seven hours of painstaking effort, gone just like that.
"Sob... Fu Nancheng... I miss you." The more Qiao Mo thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She hadn’t provoked anyone, yet Alina kept troubling her. She was already short on time, and now Alina had taken all the materials...
Thinking of this, Qiao Mo couldn’t control her sobs.
"Mm." He replied softly, standing by the study window, looking out at the sea.
The night sky back home had no stars yet, the sky hadn’t completely darkened, and he didn’t know what it was like where she was.
Qiao Mo pouted in grievance, just an "mm," bad person.
Yet, whether it was because she had cried, or because he was always there, even though they didn’t say much, as long as she heard his gentle breathing, she felt at ease, her restless heart inexplicably calming down.
Later on, they conversed casually, a few words now and then.
"I feel like I can’t finish this..."
"Mm."
"This competition is very important."
"Nothing is more important than you."
The corners of Qiao Mo’s lips lifted slightly, "But I can’t... I don’t expect to win any awards, but I really want to collaborate with Master Simon."
"Then just strive to do your best, that will be the most genuine version of you."
Qiao Mo paused slightly, an imperfect but most genuine self...