Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 810 - 818: Return (Part 8)

After Qiao Mo arrived at the office, a bouquet of roses was delivered shortly after.

"President Qiao, these are your flowers."

"Who sent them?"

"Didn’t say, but there’s a card attached."

Qiao Mo nodded, and after the secretary Lu Lu placed the roses in a vase, she turned and left.

Glancing at the card, the signature read Mr. Fu.

Qiao Mo was a bit lost in thought, then laughed self-deprecatingly, and lowered her head to start working.

A large bouquet of red roses, as passionate as fire, added a touch of brightness to the cold office, yet seemed unable to reignite her heart that had long grown cold.

At six in the evening, Qiao Mo packed her things and left the building.

A black Bentley was parked in front, and Fu Nancheng stood by the car, one hand in his pocket, drawing glances from women.

Seeing her come out, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and walked towards her.

"What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to see you again?" Qiao Mo said with a smile.

His gaze was deep, and he spoke in a low voice, "It’s not a coincidence. I’ve been waiting for you."

Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, "But I don’t recall us having plans?"

"I invite you to dinner," he said warmly, his gaze falling on her face, carrying a hint of longing.

Qiao Mo raised her eyebrows, "I’m afraid it’s not possible today, I have plans with someone."

"Xiao Mo..." Just at that moment, Lu Yiming stepped forward, nodded slightly to Fu Nancheng as a greeting.

"You’ve come." Qiao Mo flashed him a smile.

Lu Yiming wrapped his arm around her waist and turned to his car.

Qiao Mo joked softly with him, without looking back.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze fell on their backs, putting one hand in his pocket, lips lightly pursed, his expression dark.

Early next morning, Qiao Mo received another bouquet of roses, again signed Mr. Fu.

After work, Fu Nancheng showed up on time at the entrance of Qiao Mo’s company, waiting as he did the day before.

"Are you waiting for me again today?" Qiao Mo proactively asked.

"Mm."

"Well, unfortunately, I have plans today too."

Qiao Mo smiled apologetically and left with a magazine editor.

For a week straight, Fu Nancheng unyieldingly appeared at her office entrance.

Unfortunately, Qiao Mo never got in his car; every day, she either had plans with Lu Yiming or had engagements.

Fu Nancheng’s expression grew uglier, until Friday, when he finally didn’t appear.

However, Qiao Mo routinely received another bouquet of roses. Lu Lu couldn’t help but speak, "President Qiao, this Mr. Fu has been sending them for over a week now?"

Qiao Mo smiled but remained silent.

Lu Lu carefully arranged the roses, "Though, I must say, I haven’t seen roses this big before, they feel so fresh."

Qiao Mo opened her computer, already focused on the design drafts.

Only by trying firsthand can one understand how difficult it is to operate and manage a company, far from the glamorous appearance outsiders perceive.

After arranging the flowers, Lu Lu couldn’t help but talk to herself, "Huh? The message on today’s card is really strange."

Hearing this, Qiao Mo couldn’t resist looking up.

Sure enough, there was a pale gold card on a large bouquet of roses, but this time it only had the number 2888.

Qiao Mo furrowed her brows, staying silent.

Lu Lu mumbled a bit more to herself, then turned and left.

After work, Qiao Mo habitually looked at the spot where he had appeared these past few days.

Today he didn’t come, a taxi was parked there. Seeing her looking over, the driver cheerfully called out, "Miss, need a taxi?"