novelraw Chapter 737 - 747 Unexpected (9)
Chapter 737 - 747 Unexpected (9)
After a rush of dizziness, Qiao Mo lay in a pool of blood, as if the world had plunged into darkness.Hurt... it hurts so much...
Qiao Mo’s small face was deathly pale, almost devoid of all feeling, yet the waves of tearing pain from below her body made her tears roll down one after another.
The child... her child...
She could feel the stickiness beneath her, it was blood, reeking and burning hot.
She seemed to be able to sense the tiny life in her belly being peeled away bit by bit from her illness.
She wanted to shout, to scream, to call for help, but she couldn’t say anything.
Save him... save her child...
Behind her tightly shut eyes, tears welled and streamed down, flooding into her nose, mouth, ears, almost blocking all her senses.
Her bloodstained fingers curled slightly, seemingly wanting to touch the child in her belly.
But she couldn’t move... her body felt as if it were filled with lead, she couldn’t move.
Qiao Mo felt a despair she’d never experienced before; Fu Nancheng... save him... save him...
The subsequent second car accident caught almost everyone present by surprise.
Shi Liu, who hadn’t had time to get back up, was stunned, looking at Qiao Mo lying in a pool of blood, his eyes almost splitting.
He had failed the young master’s trust... he hadn’t been able to protect the young lady’s child!
And Fu Nancheng and Qiao Yun, who had been planning to leave, were also stunned, his blood surged backward, rushing to his head.
The world went silent, and his eyes were filled only with the figure lying in the bloodstained ground.
Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!
He was rooted to the spot, even forgetting to react.
But the next moment, a force on his arm pulled him back to reality: "Nancheng..."
Fu Nancheng came to his senses, turned, and looked at Qiao Yun in front of him, regaining a bit of composure.
Qiao Yun hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Don’t go."
Fu Nancheng’s gaze deepened as he stared at her in silence.
Qiao Yun spoke again, "You still care about her, don’t you?"
"You know better than anyone that I’m with you only because of the evidence your mother holds!" Fu Nancheng said coldly.
Qiao Yun was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to say it so bluntly.
"But after all this time, do you not have even a bit of feeling for me? Have you never had true feelings for me?"
His thin lips pressed together lightly, silent.
No, of course not!
How could he have feelings for such a dirty and ugly woman!
Yet, even though he wanted to shake off her hand in disgust, even though he wanted to scream at her about his extreme loathing.
Reason told him, however, that this was an opportunity not to be missed.
But another voice was screaming at him, if Xiao Mo died, if their child died, then what was the purpose of everything he had done?
No, they wouldn’t die.
He told himself that Shi Liu would definitely call the hospital immediately, definitely notify Qin Zhaoran, definitely send the best ambulance over.
So, going now wouldn’t help, wouldn’t benefit her at all, and once they were out of danger, his actions would render everything he had done before meaningless.
But his Xiao Mo... his child...
Fu Nancheng’s heart felt hollow, almost incapable of focusing on speaking with Qiao Yun.
But in the end, he slowly released his clenched, vein-bulging fists, and said to Qiao Yun word by word, "No man likes being controlled by leverage and manipulation."