CHAPTER 201: CHAPTER 201: FU NANCHENG, I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE (5)

The gazes all around were ambiguous, and Jiang Jinghao’s gaze had been fixed on her the entire time.

Qiao Mo remained silent, even though she was determined to sever Jiang Jinghao’s longing.

Yet still didn’t know how to answer such a question.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Jiang Jinghao, but did not linger, then she turned to look at Yan Jiu with a charming smile and said, "Just one more than Mr. Yan."

Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng’s lips curved slightly, and he took a sip of his drink without saying a word.

Yan Jiu was momentarily stunned, then squinted his eyes at Qiao Mo, curling his lips into a smile and said, "I didn’t expect Little Sister Qiao to know me so well."

"I’ve heard quite a bit about Mr. Yan."

The smile on Yan Jiu’s lips deepened as he looked Qiao Mo up and down for a moment, finding her amusing.

If it weren’t for her already being marked by Third Brother, he would truly want to personally guide her!

Withdrawing his gaze, Yan Yiheng seemed to be in a good mood as he finished the drink in his glass in one go.

A burst of applause erupted around them, and the carefree laughter of men and women intertwined in the dim and glaring lights.

Everyone was almost laughing; Yan Yiheng was laughing, Fu Nancheng’s lips were curved as well, even Qiao Mo was smiling, but only Jiang Jinghao was staring at Qiao Mo absentmindedly, his gentle and elegant gaze tinged with a hint of pain, looking somewhat out of place in this decadent and frenzied setting.

"Alright, continue, continue..."

After a round of applause, the bottle was passed around for a while and ended up in Jiang Jinghao’s hand once more.

As if predetermined by fate, the bottle’s mouth slowed to a stop as it pointed at Qiao Mo, and the previously heightened atmosphere screeched to a halt like a train coming to a sudden stop.

After a few drinks, Qiao Mo’s face was already a little flushed. She looked at Jiang Jinghao blankly for a moment before softly saying, "Dare."

She didn’t dare choose truth...

She feared that her answer would only cause him more heartache.

She couldn’t even control her own fate, so how could she drag him into it?

Jiang Jinghao gazed at Qiao Mo, not saying a word for a long time.

He neither smiled nor yelled.

His clear eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, yet he didn’t know where to begin.

Everyone held their breath, curious about what request he would make.

As time ticked by, some seemed a bit anxious, but knowing the relationships between them, they didn’t dare urge him.

Qiao Mo’s previously relaxed heart started to tense up little by little.

Just then, he finally spoke, seriously looking at Qiao Mo, and slowly said, "Come with me."

Word by word, neither humble nor pushy, exceptionally clear.

Everyone froze for a moment, and many subconsciously looked at Fu Nancheng.

Qiao Mo was stunned, and for an instant, the noise around seemed to disappear. The entire world fell silent, leaving only his warm and clear eyes, holding a hint of tenderness for her.

Come with him... come with him...

Qiao Mo’s mind was almost filled with this single voice, and in that moment, she nearly nodded in agreement, almost reaching out to grab his hand and run away with him...

Jiang Jinghao quietly gazed at her, with a gentle smile always at his lips, silently waiting for her answer.

Fu Nancheng slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and intimidating, yet he too was waiting for Qiao Mo’s answer without making a sound to stop her.

But in the end, the jarring music and that inescapable gaze brought Qiao Mo back to her senses.

Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, laughed softly, picked up the glass on the table and drank it all: "I’m sorry."

As if this was really just a game, and what she refused was merely a dare after all...