CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: NOT SO ANNOYING (9)

She feared the horse would go wild again.

Feared being thrown off once more.

And feared... that he would protect her under him once more...

She couldn’t forget the large patches of bruises and scars on his back, worried that this time, he might not wake up.

"Get down, I’ll accompany you." Fu Nancheng spoke again, his voice cold and stern.

He feared she’d continue this nonsense, if so, he wouldn’t be able to resist dealing with her here!

Qiao Mo slightly raised her head, looking at him, still somewhat hesitant.

Finally, after a stalemate lasting over ten minutes, they were finally riding the same horse.

Fu Nancheng sat behind her, holding the reins together, speaking in a deep voice: "Keep your back straight, relax your hands... grip your legs tightly."

Qiao Mo leaned against his chest, feeling inexplicably safe, and began to seriously attempt.

Until the sunset, both exhausted from the hustle, allowing the horse to leisurely start trotting.

Qiao Mo leaned against his chest, watching the distant sunset scatter a crimson hue over the grass of the paddock, and inexplicably felt... the man holding her from behind wasn’t so unpleasant after all...

That evening, after returning to Nanshan Villa and having dinner.

Fu Nancheng went directly to the study, which puzzled Qiao Mo; she thought he usually worked in the bedroom, since there was a desk there.

However, she didn’t ask further, instead curling up in the bedroom, continuing to work on her sketches.

Ten minutes later, Fifteen came to the study.

"Master, we’ve investigated. On the day of Miss Qiao’s accident, a large number of horses were indeed drugged by someone, but the surveillance in the stable was shut off that day, so it’s impossible to identify the perpetrator."

Fu Nancheng squinted his eyes slightly and remained silent.

"After the incident, we collected the footprints in the stable, but comparing them takes some time."

"Hmm, also track the source of the drug, and inquire whether anyone has purchased this drug recently in the market," Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes."

After responding, Fifteen turned and left, while Fu Nancheng stayed in the study without coming out.

By nine in the evening, Qiao Mo was exhausted, her eyelids continuously drooping.

Having ridden a horse all day, she couldn’t help but feel sleepy.

Shrunk in bed with the lights on, she found herself drowsily falling asleep.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed before Fu Nancheng entered, went to the bedside, and looked at the woman whose sleep was troubled, lightly pulling the quilt for her.

Qiao Mo, a light sleeper, opened her drowsy eyes at the slightest movement.

In a daze, she looked at the man before her, softly asking, "Have you taken the medicine?"

Fu Nancheng’s heart softened; had she always been worried about his injuries?

"Yes, I have. Now sleep."

Upon receiving a reply, Qiao Mo finally relaxed and once again closed her eyes, drifting into a shallow sleep.

He gazed at her little face somewhat absent-mindedly, landing a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning off the wall light, and climbing into bed.

Next morning, Qiao Mo woke up very late.

As soon as she got up, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, her inner thighs hurting so much she limped.

Turning her head, she noticed Fu Nancheng was no longer there, admiring his seemingly endless energy.

After washing up, Qiao Mo limped out of the bedroom, planning to grab some food.

Unexpectedly, she coincidentally ran into Yan Yiheng and others coming out of the reception room.

Yan Yiheng glanced over Qiao Mo, an ambiguous look in his eyes: "Third brother... you’re quite a beast, this tender-skinned Little Sister Qiao, and you can still be so cruel, even I feel pity."