Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, hiding the self-mockery in her eyes.
The world is indeed small!
She unexpectedly ran into him twice in a single day.
Yan Jiu closed the door and returned, nodding towards the man on the right: "Zhaoran, someone's looking for you."
"Mr. Qin... hello."
Following Yan Jiu's direction, Qiao Mo looked over. The man wore a black turtleneck sweater, gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an elegant yet faintly aloof aura.
So this is Qin Zhaoran!
"Does Miss Qiao have business with me?" Qin Zhaoran spoke slowly.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and said softly, "My brother suffered brain nerve damage, and the doctor said only Mr. Qin can handle this surgery."
"So, why should I help you?" Qin Zhaoran's gaze fell on Qiao Mo, his tone indifferent.
"What does Mr. Qin want?"
He let out a chuckle, "There's nothing Miss Qiao has that I want."
With that, and before Qiao Mo could speak, a cell phone rang in the quiet room.
The call was for Qin Zhaoran. He glanced at his phone, picked up his coat, and prepared to leave. A chord tightened in Qiao Mo's heart, and she immediately rushed forward: "Mr. Qin, please save my brother!"
The man slowly stopped, speaking warmly: "There are countless people on the brink of life and death in this world every day. I can't save them all, nor will I try to."
Seeing his refusal, Qiao Mo tightly grasped his arm, refusing to let go.
She knew these people had cold blood and understood she lacked any bargaining chips to make a deal with them!
But she couldn't just watch Xiao Xuan's last chance slip away from her grasp.
Qin Zhaoran frowned slightly and said again, "I have business today. Miss Qiao can discuss this with Nancheng. If he agrees, I don't mind making an exception."
With that, Qin Zhaoran turned and left, leaving only Qiao Mo, who turned to look at Fu Nancheng, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time.
The man remained in the same position, his gaze fixed on Qiao Mo, seemingly waiting for her to speak.
Qiao Mo's fingers slowly tightened. The affairs of this world can sometimes be truly laughable.
She had just hit the man in front of her with an ashtray this morning, and now she had to come begging him tonight!
"Mr. Fu, please... I beg you."
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and spoke indifferently: "The 'beg' in Miss Qiao's mouth is truly worthless."
Qiao Mo chuckled lightly: "Yes, I also think it's very cheap."
Fu Nancheng pressed his thin lips together, looking at her silently.
Qiao Mo, however, smiled slightly: "Does Mr. Fu still need me to kneel?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, unobtrusively assessing the woman in front of him.
Before he could say anything, Qiao Mo had already knelt before him.
Qiao Mo laughed at herself. She once thought she was born never to bow her head, or know how to please others, but she never expected that sometimes dignity meant nothing at all.
Qiao Mo thought, perhaps after kneeling and kneeling, she would get used to it one day, grow thicker skin, and then it wouldn't feel so humiliating.
"Please, Mr. Fu."
Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly moist, staring straight ahead but lacking any focus, the tears swirling in her eyes like ripples in the warm light.
Before Fu Nancheng could speak, Yan Jiu beside him chuckled lightly: "Tsk, Little Sister Qiao, I must say, this is not the way to beg! When you beg, you must be sincere!"
"Exactly, you're kneeling there like a wooden stake. Those who know you're begging our Third Brother, but those who don't might think we're forcing a good woman!"
"But speaking of which, if you want Third Brother's help, it's not hard. Just get up from the floor, sit on Third Brother's lap and act coy with your arms around his neck. Once Third Brother is happy, this matter will be settled!"