novelraw Chapter 687 - 697 Follow-up (9)
Chapter 687 - 697 Follow-up (9)
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but recall the fire in his eyes that morning, and she lowered her gaze softly.Should she not have doubted him like this?
However, whenever she thought of how he chose to accompany Qiao Yun for her surgery, preferring to leave her alone at the wedding, making her the laughingstock of all Jiang City, she didn’t know what else to think.
Could it be that this earring was intentionally left in the car by Qiao Yun?
Qiao Mo was a bit troubled, lowering her gaze as she leaned gently against the back of the chair, pondering.
But, even if Qiao Yun intentionally left it in the car.
Why would she be sitting in the front passenger seat?
Just thinking about that scene made Qiao Mo’s heart feel a bit sour.
Had she been discharged from the hospital already?
Could she have been discharged just a week after their wedding?
Thinking all these messy thoughts, Qiao Mo gradually felt a bit sleepy, yet in her drowsiness, she pondered whether to visit the Fifth People’s Hospital after work.
...
On the other hand, ever since Fu Nancheng arrived at the company, his expression had remained grim, enveloping the entire twenty-odd floor skyscraper with his cold aura.
Even though it was clearly a clear and sunny day, everyone in the company was on edge, not daring to breathe loudly.
After finishing a meeting, Fu Nancheng returned to his office and loosened his tie.
His gaze swept over the unusually silent phone on the desk, and with a dark expression, he picked it up.
There was still not a single message from her, let alone a call.
He couldn’t help but want to ask if she was adapting to her first day at work if she was bored. He also wanted to ask if the baby was behaving, and if she... missed him.
But when he thought of her questioning him that morning, his face turned grim again. He tossed the phone back on the desk without a word.
Damn woman, how dare she doubt him like that!
Ten minutes later, the phone suddenly rang.
He immediately picked up the phone, a hint of hope in his eyes.
But upon seeing Qiao Yun’s number, he impatiently hung up and threw the phone back on the desk.
Fu Nancheng didn’t know what he was pondering, but his gaze was dark and frightening: "Fifteen."
A few seconds later, Fifteen pushed the door open and entered, and he said in a deep voice, "How’s the investigation on Uncle Zhong’s matter going?"
"We can confirm a lot of things now, but finding evidence will still take time."
Fu Nancheng pursed his thin lips without speaking.
He was indeed dissatisfied, but he also knew that investigating something from eight years ago wouldn’t be easy, especially when evidence should have been mostly destroyed in that incident.
...
After a nap, Qiao Mo felt quite refreshed in the afternoon.
Upon opening her eyes and seeing the earring in front of her, she gently placed it in a drawer on the side of her desk.
Around two o’clock, Qiao Mo went to the restroom.
She planned to take a stroll since she couldn’t stay cooped up in the office all day facing the computer and the electronic drawing board.
"I didn’t expect Qiao Mo to be our new designer. It seems she has a good relationship with the president."
"Could it be that when nothing was happening with Mr. Fu, she switched her target to our president?"
"Hmph, what do you mean switched her target to our president? I think she’s clearly having an affair with our president. That kind of woman is obviously a seductress. Despite the rumors about her plagiarism before, who knows what tricks she used to get into our company."
"Xiao Wei, that’s not how you should say it. I think the issue during Milan Fashion Week was clearly that Alina was the one plagiarizing."