Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 806 - 815: Return (Part 4)

It seemed he feared that in the blink of an eye, she would vanish without a trace.

"Xiao Mo..." he spoke with a hoarse voice, his gaze bloodshot.

His view was suddenly obstructed, and Qiao Mo frowned, looking at the figure unexpectedly blocking her. She stood up and said, "Sir, you are blocking my view."

Not a dream... This time... It’s not a dream!

It’s her!

She’s back!

His gaze remained bloodshot, staring at her intensely, as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn’t utter a single one.

Qiao Mo frowned again and said, "Sir, you’re blocking the view of the audience behind..."

Before Qiao Mo could finish her sentence, in the next instant, she found herself in a warm embrace.

He pulled her into his arms tightly, holding her with great strength.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and lowered his eyes, shedding a tear: "Xiao Mo, I missed you so much."

Qiao Mo was momentarily startled, catching a faint, crisp scent, feeling a bit dazed.

But in just a moment, she snapped back to herself, frowning as she tried to break free and said, "Sir, I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Fu Nancheng’s gaze was deep and fixated on her: "You don’t recognize me?"

Qiao Mo shook her head, frowning: "Should I recognize you?"

His thin lips trembled slightly as he pulled her arm, leading her away from the show to a secluded corridor.

He let go of her, his hands falling on her shoulders, eyes bloodshot: "Take a good look. You know me! You know me!"

Qiao Mo’s gaze landed on his face, examining from his brows to his eyes, from his eyes to his mouth.

His emotions were evidently very stirred, with a touch of anticipation in his eyes.

Qiao Mo chuckled lightly, "Sorry, sir, I really don’t know you.

"You’re lying!" he spoke with restraint, simply not believing.

"You’re hurting me." Qiao Mo attempted to remove his big hand from her shoulder.

Fu Nancheng was slightly startled and gently withdrew his hand.

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."

Upon saying this, Qiao Mo gave him a cold smile and turned to leave.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on her departing figure, his look gradually deepening.

Xiao Mo, it’s been three years.

You finally came back.

...

After the press conference ended, Qiao Mo went on stage once more to give a brief summary and speech, then announced the start of the banquet.

The lights in the venue gradually brightened, transforming from the previous dimness to a magnificent splendor.

After stepping down, Qiao Mo took a glass of champagne and approached a fashion magazine editor, starting a conversation with her.

Fu Nancheng also returned to the venue, not leaving.

Standing in a corner, he lightly sipped his thin lips, yet his gaze stayed on her, never moving away.

Zhuo Lin, observing the smiling and sociable Qiao Mo within the venue, was also astonished, his mouth nearly swallowing an egg.

Qiao... Qiao Mo?

Isn’t she... she’s supposed to be dead...

Among the group, Wang Zhi, skilled at reading people, noticed his gaze fixed on Qiao Mo and had a slight thought.

Soon, he approached with a wine glass as well: "Miss Qiao, earlier I was too eager, failing to consider your interests, please forgive me."

Qiao Mo returned a smile: "No worries, it was my words that were impulsive, I should ask Boss Wang to be forgiving."

Wang Zhi was momentarily dazed by her smile, taking a while to recollect to himself, indeed she was a rare beauty, no wonder she caught Fu Nancheng’s eyes.

However, speaking of faces, isn’t this the same as Mrs. Fu from several years ago?

But Mrs. Fu has been dead for so many years now, how could she possibly appear out of nowhere?