CHAPTER 186: CHAPTER 186 COLD WAR (4)

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze to hide the mist in her eyes and chuckled softly: "Indeed, this is Mr. Fu’s home. I’m just a woman Mr. Fu bought, truly unworthy of entering your study."

With that said, Qiao Mo turned around and left.

Fu Nancheng watched her back, his thin lips tightly pressed together, and his big hands clenched into fists at his sides.

After returning to the bedroom, Qiao Mo began packing her things.

Bastard!

She didn’t mean to pry at all; she just wanted to remind him to take his medicine!

A few minutes later.

Qiao Mo changed clothes and prepared to go out.

As soon as she opened the door, she nearly bumped into him.

Qiao Mo paused slightly, lowered her gaze, sidestepped him, and prepared to leave without saying a word.

His heart tightened, and he grabbed her wrist, speaking in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

Qiao Mo lifted her head to look at him, a touch of sarcasm flashing in her eyes: "Wasn’t it Mr. Fu who told me to get lost?"

Faced with those cold eyes, his heart stilled.

Qiao Mo raised her hand to his wrist, trying to shake him off: "Let go of me."

"You’re not allowed to leave." Fu Nancheng spoke again, his tone softening slightly.

"Today is Thursday. According to the agreement between me and Mr. Fu, I have no obligation to stay tonight." Qiao Mo spoke coldly, trying to shake him off.

Yet still, he held onto her tightly, the force making her slender wrist red.

"I said you’re not allowed to leave." He squinted his eyes, and the aura around him grew colder.

Qiao Mo’s heart trembled; she avoided his gaze and tried to pull her arm away: "Fu Nancheng! Let go!"

She tried several times to shake him off, but his big hand was like iron tongs.

Qiao Mo’s eyes turned red, and she grabbed his arm, biting down hard.

The strong taste of blood spread instantly in her mouth. He furrowed his brows slightly, but his big hand didn’t move at all.

Qiao Mo slowly lifted her head, her eyes red as she looked at him, filled with detachment and ridicule.

He was the one who told her to get lost.

He’s also the one not letting her leave!

Ha, she really didn’t know what he wanted from her.

The mottled teeth marks on his arm didn’t make him let go. But when he touched upon the indifference and detachment in her eyes, his heart felt as if it were being pierced by needles, leaving him dazed, softening his grip slightly.

Qiao Mo pushed him away, giving him a cold look, turned around, and left without a trace of reluctance.

He stood there watching her back, his thin lips tightly pressed, his hands clenched tightly.

Struggling to resist the impulse to make her stay!

Finally, until her silhouette completely disappeared from his sight, he lowered his gaze and spoke in a deep voice: "Fifteen, go follow her."

"Yes, Young Master."

The room suddenly lost her presence, turning cold in an instant.

He went to the window and looked out at the sea in the distance. The cold night sea breeze mixed with a salty chill, and the surging waves kept tumbling.

Gently caressing the teeth marks on his arm, he thought lightly to himself: It’s just one night. It’s good to calm down a bit.

The man stood by the window for nearly an hour. Only when his body turned slightly chilly did he turn around and sit back on the sofa.

The sofa still had the blanket she’d covered herself with not long ago, beige-colored, yet it had long lost her warmth.

He picked up the half-open fashion magazine from the coffee table, flipped through a few pages under the lamp, but ultimately tossed it back onto the table in frustration, calling Fifteen.

"Where is she?"

"At the Huanhai Hotel on Qingshan Road."

"Hmm."

Fu Nancheng slowly hung up the phone, sitting on the sofa feeling particularly restless.

Did he... make her sad, but he just...