Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 808 - 816: Return (Part 6)

Her smiling face dazzled him, and his cold, thin lips gently curved into a faint smile: "Consider it a meeting gift for Miss Qiao." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"That’s very thoughtful of you, sir."

Qiao Mo smiled, withdrew her gaze, glanced at Wang Zhi on the ground, brushed past Fu Nancheng without the slightest bit of reluctance.

He watched her back, his gaze deepened with intensity.

Zhuo Lin quietly observed his boss’s profile; when his sharp gaze swept over, he immediately bowed his head, not daring to make a sound.

Fu Nancheng strode away, lost in thought.

Zhuo Lin let out a sigh of relief, sweat pouring down his forehead, but he felt... it seemed his boss had... come back to life somehow.

...

Two hours later, Fu Nancheng stood in front of the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance at Jiang City.

On the deep brown desk behind him, lay a file on Qiao Monian.

Monian, huh?

Not missing anymore... not missing whom?

He stood there lost in thought for a long time, then turned to leave, with one hand tucked in his pocket.

A few minutes later, while driving towards a villa, his mind was still preoccupied with that file on the desk.

The file stated she was born in France, and this year she’s twenty-eight.

Her parents opened a Chinese restaurant abroad, and the business was quite good.

Since childhood, she had only returned to the country twice, being from Jiang City.

Her real name is Qiao Monian, hasn’t changed it, but she has an English name.

The car sped fast, racing on the road.

He kept recalling that file.

The file said she’s not Qiao Mo.

Every word seemed to shout at him, telling him she wasn’t Qiao Mo, not his Mrs. Fu.

Yet he didn’t believe a single word.

She was Qiao Mo, his wife.

Over half an hour later, the car slowly stopped at a turn before a villa’s pathway.

The dense foliage made it very cool.

He quietly observed the villa in front of him, it wasn’t very large, two floors up and down, with a private yard, looked about two to three hundred square meters.

He rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, patiently waiting.

The file said she lived here, the property purchased in the last two years.

After waiting for about half an hour, a white Maserati drove into the villa, his gaze intensified, fixed on the car without moving.

Soon, the car door opened, and a young man stepped out first.

Clean and neat crew cut, sharp suit, handsome appearance, somewhat deep.

After getting out of the car, he extended his hand, helping Qiao Mo out.

Qiao Mo was still in that light purple long dress, sunlight sprinkling on her, like a fairy fallen to earth.

"Yiming, is Chenchen settled?" Qiao Mo whispered as she held his arm.

"Settled, he’s sleeping now." Lu Yiming adjusted her dress, and the two began a low conversation as they walked into the villa’s door.

Fu Nancheng watched this scene somewhat absent-mindedly.

Not long before, he saw a silhouette in front of the second-floor window.

After returning to her room, Qiao Mo first checked on Qiao Zichen in the children’s room.

The little guy was sleeping soundly, his cheeks rosy, long eyelashes like little brushes, utterly adorable.

Qiao Mo gently kissed his little face and tucked him in before softly closing the door of the children’s room. She returned to her bedroom to change clothes.

Lu Yiming was busy in the kitchen, had taken off his jacket, put on an apron, and was chopping vegetables skillfully.

"Is lettuce okay?"

"Yes."

"Let me make a soup, too."