Jiang City, Caesar Hotel
'Bang——!'
A muffled sound.
Qiao Mo just rushed down from the bed, then instantly fell on the ground.
But she couldn't care less, grabbing the man who was about to leave: "Mr. Fu, what will it take for you to save my father?"
The morning light enveloped the man's figure, outlining his cold and resolute silhouette. His dark suit was without a single crease, yet carried a bone-deep depth and coldness.
Qiao Mo couldn't help but be a little dazed.
It's hard to imagine, it's this man in front of her...
Looking at the slender hand on his arm, the man furrowed his handsome brows, "Let go."
His voice was as cold as ice shards in the winter, without a trace of warmth.
Qiao Mo's heart trembled, yet she grabbed him even tighter: "So is Mr. Fu planning to leave after using me?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng's gaze finally landed on Qiao Mo.
Meeting those pitch-black pupils, Qiao Mo only felt as if she was falling into a cold deep pool, subconsciously let go, and took a step back.
But then, she came back to her senses and spoke again: "I asked Mr. Fu to take me to the hospital, didn't expect Mr. Fu to deliver me to the bed instead?"
Upon hearing this, he curved his thin lips into a cold arc, with a hint of icy irony: "Isn't this exactly what Miss Qiao wanted?"
Qiao Mo's heart ached, and she let out a light laugh.
Ha ha!
What she wanted?
Who wanted this after all!
Hiding the gloom in her eyes, Qiao Mo didn't explain further: "For what happened last night, I don't need Mr. Fu to be responsible, I just want to ask Mr. Fu to save my father."
Her voice was hoarse, like swallowing a strong liquor, yet carried an indescribable allure.
The curve of his lips deepened slightly, only to coldly throw out an utterly merciless sentence: "Sorry, I never intended to be responsible."
Qiao Mo let out a cold laugh.
Never intended to be responsible?
Ha! Truly a wolf in sheep's clothing!
Indeed, if he were any gentleman, how could he have brought her to a hotel.
Qiao Mo steeled her heart, chased after him again: "Mr. Fu..."
He stopped his steps slowly once more, with a scornful look in his cold eyes.
Ha ha, what a Mr. Fu.
Suddenly, he let out a slight chuckle, looking coldly at the woman beside him: "Want me to save Qiao Dehou?"
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, uneasy, not understanding why he suddenly changed his tune, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.
The man curved his handsome thin lips into a cruel arc: "Beg me."
Qiao Mo's heart constricted slightly, looked at him lost in thought.
His gaze was deep, very deep, like an ocean impossible to see through, sweeping with a storm, carrying a huge wave, like the coldest ice in the world, yet also like the most seductive poison that bewitches the soul.
"What? Unwilling?" He sneered, always looking down at her with a king's posture.
Qiao Mo's heart tightened.
In the end, she still looked away, lowering her head and attitude: "Please, Mr. Fu, please save my father, he is innocent."
The smile at the corner of his lips deepened again, with a distant tone: "Are all the Qiao family people like this when they beg?"
Qiao Mo's eyes reddened slightly, and her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly.