novelraw Chapter 717 - 727: Inference (1)
Chapter 717 - 727: Inference (1)
The baby’s liveliness made the harmony between them much better.Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, enthusiastically flipping through the images taken during the day, seemingly never getting enough.
Of course, she couldn’t help but speculate whether it was going to be a boy or a girl.
A little angel or a little devil?
But she preferred to leave that expectation for a few months later.
Near nine o’clock, Qiao Mo began to feel drowsy. Fu Nancheng, who had not left, saw her nodding off constantly. He carried her to bed and turned off the light.
Sitting at the bedside, he watched her for a while, and seeing her breathing gradually even out, he finally stood up to leave.
He had arranged to meet Yan Yiheng and Qin Zhaoran.
But as soon as he moved, a small hand tightly grabbed him.
Having already fallen asleep, Qiao Mo somehow woke up, blinked her sleepy eyes, and spoke softly, with a touch of pleading and unease.
His heart softened, and he lay down outside the quilt, resting his head on one hand, gently patting her: "I won’t leave, sleep now."
Qiao Mo then felt reassured, holding his big hand that was patting her, she unknowingly slipped back into her dreams.
Fu Nancheng waited a long time until it was near eleven thirty before gently withdrawing his hand and tucking her in.
He kissed her forehead before quietly leaving.
In a daze, Qiao Mo opened her eyes again, sleepily looking at the empty bedside, turned over, and went back to sleep.
...
More than half an hour later, Fu Nancheng arrived late at a private room in Four Directions Club.
Inside the room, it was very quiet.
A young woman in a white cheongsam sat on one side playing an old zither, the sound of the instrument lingering softly.
Qin Zhaoran sat on the sofa fooling with his phone, while Yan Jiu reclined with crossed legs and squinty eyes, smoking.
Fu Nancheng saw this scene as he entered.
Yan Jiu checked his watch: "This is Red Dust Warm Room. Clearly, it was Third Brother who arranged for us, yet he’s letting me and Zhaoran here drink northwest wind. Is there any reason to it?"
Qin Zhaoran didn’t look up: "We must understand Old Third, after all, he’s different from us. Old Third regularly has projects worth billions to discuss, a bit late is understandable."
Qin Zhaoran deliberately emphasized ’projects worth billions,’ the teasing was evident.
Fu Nancheng chuckled and called for the waiter to brew a good pot of tea.
Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow and smiled: "How come Third Brother isn’t drinking alcohol and has switched to tea?"
Qin Zhaoran still didn’t look up, seriously said: "The balance of meat and vegetables is the way to health; your Third Brother just ate meat, so naturally, he has to balance with vegetables. It’s not something you kids can understand."
Yan Jiu nodded, looking as if he completely understood.
Just as the tea was served, he poured a cup first for Fu Nancheng: "Third Brother, you’ve worked hard... busy until so late, it seems Little Sister Qiao hasn’t stopped bothering you, you must be tired."
Fu Nancheng nodded: "Being tired is expected. But I heard... Xiao Mo’s good friend, called Xie something Huan... seems she’s got a boyfriend."
Yan Yiheng paused, a trace of mischievousness rising in his eyes: "Damn! Who dares to go after a woman I fancy!"
The room fell silent, followed by light laughter.
Realizing he was being teased, Yan Yiheng leaned back against the sofa, casually saying: "I’m not like you guys, afraid to admit anything."
...
After some mutual teasing and compliments, they finally returned to the main topic.
Fu Nancheng asked someone to bring over a computer, then started playing the videotapes that Yang Peiyun entrusted to him.