CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 195 THINGS HAVE CHANGED (5)

Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, his face gloomy.

You don’t like bass?

He had never heard her say that...

Qiao Mo, however, seemed as if she hadn’t heard at all, eating the fish in the bowl, randomly picking a few dishes and stuffing them into her mouth.

Jing Hao frowned with some concern, wanting to speak but stopping.

The young men nearby finally understood a bit, feeling annoyed at heart, not expecting Jing Hao to have any connection with Fu Nancheng’s woman.

At this moment, Qiao Mo suddenly felt nauseous, threw down her chopsticks and turned to run to the restroom.

"Xiao Mo!" Fu Nancheng’s gaze tightened, immediately chasing after her.

Qiao Mo ran all the way to the sink and began retching. She retched so hard her eyes became a little red and sore, gripping the sink for a while without feeling comfortable.

Fu Nancheng’s brow furrowed tightly, helping to pull back her hair and patting her back: "How are you?"

Qiao Mo said nothing, continuing to vomit for a while.

"Water!" he shouted urgently, his voice tinged with urgency.

A nearby waiter quickly handed over a glass of water, which he took but was suddenly pushed aside by Jing Hao.

"Jing Hao!" A flash of fury crossed his eyes, cold and intimidating.

"She can’t drink this brand of water."

Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, standing there forgetting to react.

Jing Hao glanced at him without speaking further but handed another glass of water to Qiao Mo: "How is it? Feeling a little better?"

Qiao Mo nodded slightly, first rinsing her mouth before drinking some water, finally feeling a bit comfy.

"If you can’t eat it, don’t. Why do you have to do this to yourself?" Jing Hao spoke softly, his voice filled with a touch of pity.

Qiao Mo forced a somewhat strained smile: "I just didn’t notice."

Jing Hao wanted to speak but stopped.

How could she not notice?

She has always been picky about food; most fish don’t suit her stomach, often feeling there’s an earthy taste that can’t be gotten rid of, usually not touching them at all.

Moreover, he had clearly reminded her just now, yet she was indifferent.

Was she worried that man would be displeased?

He did not say more, and Qiao Mo did not speak either, both were relatively silent, still with a bit of awkwardness.

But no matter what, the atmosphere between them always remained warm and harmonious.

Fu Nancheng stood not far away, a trace of loss surging in his eyes.

It turns out it was because of that piece of fish that she vomited... it was because of him...

Looking at the two figures before him, he felt somewhat disoriented.

Only after ten years did he realize he was the redundant one.

He didn’t know what she liked, didn’t know what she disliked...

He didn’t know which brand of shoes she couldn’t wear.

Nor did he know she couldn’t eat bass.

Even when it came to a glass of water, he could get it wrong.

If she truly loathed him so, then what was the meaning of all his persistence?

Fu Nancheng remained silent, his hands hanging at his sides, fingers slightly curling, never feeling this useless before.

When Qiao Mo turned around, she met his somewhat lonely gaze.

Inexplicably, a pain struck her heart.

After a few seconds of eye contact, she lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, brushing past him.

His large hand clenched tightly, his thin lips pressed together, his gaze carrying an undeniable intense pain and despair, almost devouring him.

Slowly lowering his eyes, after a few seconds, he opened them again.

Replaced with cruelty and coldness.

She could only be his, whether love or hate!

If not love, then entangle till death.

When Fu Nancheng returned to the table, Qiao Mo was slightly startled.

She clearly felt the change in his aura, gone was the previous desolation, instead more... cruel and cold.