Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 775 - 785 Qualifications (7)

Qiao Mo opened her eyes, looking at the man whose face was covered in blood, gently raised her hand to cover his face, "I’m sorry..."

He gave her a faint smile and embraced her.

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, and tears that hadn’t flowed for a long time began to fall from the corners.

"I’m sorry... I..."

"Xiao Mo, don’t say anything more, I understand."

Qiao Mo stayed silent, feeling sorry, because she hurt him again...

Sorry, the kiss she just gave was merely using him.

She hadn’t expected that Fu Nancheng would come looking for her, thinking that once his heart was occupied, he wouldn’t bother her again.

But he, in the end, still came.

So, she understood.

No matter what reason he signed the divorce agreement, he wouldn’t let her go easily.

Like a cycle, just like every time in the past two years, as long as he didn’t let go, she could never escape.

So she kissed Jiang Jinghao, hoping he’d give up.

But she didn’t know if he would come again, if he’d intrude into her life once more.

Jiang Jinghao held her tightly, she was as thin as a sheet of paper, swaying like a willow tree in the wind, her face pallid with a distressing paleness.

Qiao Mo gently pushed away his embrace, softly saying, "You’re injured, let me treat your wounds."

He didn’t refuse, helping her up shakily.

Qiao Mo sat on the sofa, Jiang Jinghao insisted on treating the wound at the back of her head first.

The wound was hidden in her hair, making it difficult to see, which cost a lot of time.

After he treated the wound, his once handsome face was now marked with bruises, looking especially pitiable.

"Is it ugly?" he laughed lightly.

"Mm, like a panda," Qiao Mo replied with a smile.

After treating his wounds, Qiao Mo walked slowly to the outside room, looking at the mess everywhere, she couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

He truly was a force that could withstand a thousand armies, wherever he appeared, chaos followed.

She didn’t make a sound, starting to clean up the room.

Jiang Jinghao also joined in to help, neither spoke much.

By the time they finished, it was already deep into the night, Qiao Mo placed bedding she had found on the sofa for him, and gave him a pillow to use as a makeshift pillow: "There’s only one pillow in the house, use this one to make do."

Then, Qiao Mo closed the window, preventing him from catching a chill at night.

"It might be uncomfortable for you," Qiao Mo said softly.

"It’s fine, the sofa is quite comfortable."

"Then I’ll... go back to my room to rest." Qiao Mo pointed towards the bedroom.

Jiang Jinghao turned his gaze to Qiao Mo’s back, suddenly calling out to her, "Xiao Mo."

"Mm?"

"Have you thought about what you would do if he comes back looking for you?"

She paused, lowered her eyes and replied softly, "We’ve already divorced."

As her words fell, he said nothing more, and she softly returned to her room, closing the bedroom door.

She hugged her knees, sitting on the bed, the light in the bedroom remained off, the back of her head throbbing faintly against the wall, yet she seriously considered Jiang Jinghao’s question.

What could she do?

What could she possibly do?

In the living room, Jiang Jinghao held a cup of water that Qiao Mo had just poured for him, still warm.

His gentle eyes flickered under the night sky, a hint of calculation flashed through, planning something unknown.

...

Meanwhile, as Fu Nancheng left, he floored the accelerator.

In the dark night, the black Bentley raced like a prowling leopard, speeding through the wind.

After speeding on the road for two consecutive hours, he suddenly stopped the car on the coast by Nanshan Villa.