novelraw Chapter 700 - 710: Stalemate (5)
Chapter 700 - 710: Stalemate (5)
The number of people in the company gradually dwindled. Inspired by her previous design from the Milan competition, Qiao Mo prepared to draw inspiration from characters and animals in Chinese mythology for her designs.She looked through a lot of information about Pangu, Nüwa, the Nine-tailed Fox of Qingqiu, and others, intending to select a few interconnected characters and images as representatives, to deepen her previous design from Milan and prove to the outside world that she was not a plagiarist.
At this moment, her phone rang.
Seeing the number on the phone, Qiao Mo hesitated slightly, then averted her gaze without answering.
The call rang for a long time, and after hanging up, it was quickly redialed.
Qiao Mo picked up the phone and remained silent.
It wasn’t until the call was hung up again that she placed the phone facedown on the table beside her, seemingly not intending to bother with it anymore.
This time, the phone didn’t ring again. But as she faced the computer screen, she couldn’t find her previous state, her thoughts drifting far away.
Fu Nancheng looked at the phone that was always unanswered, a sense of unease rising in his heart, and immediately dialed Fifteen’s number: "Find out where she is immediately."
"Yes."
After hanging up, Fu Nancheng directly instructed the driver to head towards Xie Qinghuan’s house.
He wasn’t afraid of her being angry with him, but he was worried that someone might do her harm.
Thinking of Yang Peiyun and her son, a flash of hostility crossed his eyes.
On the way to Xie Qinghuan’s house, Fifteen called him back: "Young Master, Miss Qiao’s phone location shows that she is still at the company and hasn’t moved."
"At the company?" Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned.
"Yes, at the company."
"Turn around."
The driver immediately turned the car around, heading back to the company.
Fu Nancheng breathed a slight sigh of relief as long as she was safe.
This time, he directly took the elevator upstairs, all the way to Qiao Mo’s office, only to find that the lights were on, the door was open, but the office was empty.
He instantly panicked a bit, rushing into the office and surveying the room: "Xiao Mo!"
He looked around, seeing several pieces of scattered design drafts on the floor, his heart tightened.
Just then, the door behind him opened, and Qiao Mo came out with a cup of water, slightly surprised to see his figure.
He immediately ran up to her, gripping her shoulders tightly and looking her over. Seeing she was unharmed, he finally breathed a gentle sigh of relief.
Qiao Mo didn’t expect him to come over; she had just gone in to rinse her cup.
Gently removing his hands from her shoulders, she walked past him to the desk and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
Fu Nancheng turned and walked to the desk: "To take you home."
Her hand holding the cup paused slightly, and she turned to pour herself a glass of water: "I still have work to do."
"Then I’ll wait for you."
With that, he turned and walked towards the sofa.
But before he could sit down, Qiao Mo spoke again, looking at him: "I’m not used to having someone around while I work."
His face darkened, staring at her for a long time without speaking.
The atmosphere in the room became evidently tense and suffocating, while Qiao Mo indifferently gathered the documents: "Is Mr. Fu planning to force it again? Or what? There’s no one here now; it’s indeed a good place."
A sharp pain struck his heart, as if a piece of flesh was gouged out.
Qiao Mo, with her back to him, continued to organize the materials, speaking lightly, as if only by making him suffer could she prove that he still had even a little love for her.
Suddenly, she felt warmth behind her.
He gently embraced her from behind and murmured softly: "Xiao Mo, forgive me."