Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 802 - 811: Farewell by Death (20)

Uncle Zhong worriedly looked at the light from the kitchen on the second floor of the villa. Nanny Wang also got up and followed him out, whispering: "Is the young master up again to make breakfast for Miss Qiao?"

"Yes."

"This really is..."

Nanny Wang shook her head, feeling somewhat distressed.

More than half an hour later, breakfast was ready.

He turned on the dining room lights and carefully arranged breakfast on the table, setting out two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

Afterward, he walked into the bedroom and softly said to the empty bed, "Xiao Mo, it’s time to get up."

The room gave no response; he waited for a while and then said again, "It’s winter now; today is a bit chilly, you should wear more clothes."

A few minutes later, he returned to the table and began continuously putting food into the opposite bowl.

"Try it out, see if my cooking skills have improved. If you like it, I’ll make it for you every day, okay?"

Before long, the bowl in front of the opposite seat was piled full of food, while his own remained almost untouched.

"How do you feel? Is it tasty?"

The villa was silent at five in the morning, and he patiently talked to himself.

A meal lasted more than an hour; though he ate nearly nothing, he remained exceptionally busy.

After the meal, he took a shower and changed clothes, seemingly remembering something and said: "Did I wake up too early today? You’ve just had a miscarriage; your body isn’t well, you should rest more. Tomorrow I’ll call you later."

"Are you going to work today? Should I call in sick for you?"

"You once said you didn’t like working at a connected company, but see, in the end, you are still relatives with Aunt Xu Wan and Li Qingcheng. Do you want to consider working where I am?"

After conversing with Qiao Mo, Fu Nancheng carefully covered ’her’ with a blanket, warmly saying: "I will definitely be back before six, won’t let you wait for me anymore."

He put on a coat and tidied up neat and proper.

After heading downstairs, the driver was ready with the car, Uncle Zhong and Nanny Wang worriedly sent him off.

Fu Nancheng looked at the two and instructed again: "Do not wake the madam, she might need more sleep."

"Yes, sir." Nanny Wang responded, bowing.

It’s been over half a month that he’s been like this, every day instructing them to take good care of Qiao Mo when he wasn’t around.

Once there was any sign of things being moved around on the second floor, he would fly into a rage.

Last time she really couldn’t bear to watch further, she put away the wedding photos of the young master and Miss Qiao into the storeroom.

Who would’ve thought when he returned and smashed things all over the place, nearly firing her.

Until finally, Uncle Zhong spoke up, saying that Qiao Mo wanted them stored away, he finally relented.

Almost everyone in the villa felt Fu Nancheng was sick, or maybe insane.

Yet curiously, he remained wise and bold, decisive and effective every day.

He swiftly merged several companies in Jiang City; anyone who once had conflicts with Qiao Mo was cleared out again.

In addition, he sent people to ’take care’ well of Yang Peiyun and her daughter in prison, as well as the two drivers who caused Qiao Mo’s miscarriage.

Simultaneously, he never gave up investigating the kidnapping case back then, constantly examining the kidnappers’ situation.

Unfortunately, the other party was world-class professional mercenaries; there was so little information, even though he had a few suspects, there wasn’t enough evidence to prove who exactly had done it.

His temperament grew increasingly erratic, moody, increasingly solitary and cruel.