Qiao Mo's eyes were slightly red as she avoided Fu Nancheng's gaze, softly saying, "You guys chat first, I'll go to the bathroom."
With those words, Qiao Mo turned and left, making a hasty escape.
Fu Nancheng stared at the woman's back, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Qiao Mo didn't know how she made it to the bathroom; she only knew that once she was completely away from that man's gaze, she could finally breathe.
Qiao Mo gasped lightly, her hands supporting herself on the sink to steady her shaky body.
But as soon as she thought of Fu Nancheng's cold, icy gaze, her legs began to tremble again.
What exactly was Fu Nancheng planning?
Why mention these things in front of Jing Hao?
If Jing Hao knew about her and him, how would he see her?
Thinking about this, Qiao Mo's heart tightened into a knot, a sharp pain in her chest.
But not even two minutes had passed when suddenly the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside.
A tall and lean figure stood at the door, partly shrouded in the shadow, making it difficult to see the man's appearance clearly, but his cold, remote aura could be felt even from afar.
Fu Nancheng's gaze swept across discreetly, instantly picking Qiao Mo out from the group of women, and his gaze deepened instantly: "Everyone out."
The three cold words made Qiao Mo stiffen, snapping her back to reality as she stared in shock at the man standing at the door.
Why... did he follow her?
A series of hurried footsteps echoed as the women in the bathroom left with some complaints, while frequently throwing flirty glances at him.
Qiao Mo returned to her senses, seeing the women in the bathroom hastily walking out, she immediately avoided his gaze, ducking her head as she attempted to leave following behind them.
But after only a few steps, just as she brushed past him, suddenly her wrist tightened, and a huge force abruptly pulled her back, causing Qiao Mo to stagger a few steps.
Fu Nancheng walked in at ease, raised his hand to lock the bathroom door, and approached Qiao Mo step by step.
Qiao Mo's breathing quickened, retreating instinctively: "Mr. Fu, what exactly do you want?"
"Don't recognize me?" Fu Nancheng chuckled lightly, his gaze cold.
Qiao Mo's throat tightened, her heart trembled fiercely.
"Seems like you're quite forgetful, so I think it's necessary to remind you." The man's eyes carried a flicker of harshness, recalling the scene of her holding Jiang Jinghao's arm, his gaze became colder.
Seeing him approaching step by step, Qiao Mo continued to retreat.
Suddenly, her waist felt cold, bumped against the sink, the icy marble pressed against her waist, causing every cell in her body to tense up.
"We're all adults, it's just a matter of passion, I don't understand why Mr. Fu keeps clinging on?" Qiao Mo suppressed the unease in her heart, pretending to be calm as she spoke.
"Clinging on?" Fu Nancheng raised his hand to pinch Qiao Mo's delicate chin: "That's not what you said when you threw yourself into my arms."
The slightly cool breath sprayed on her cheek, his thin lips were barely half an inch away from hers.
His gaze fell on Qiao Mo's small face, her cheeks like snow, her brows and eyes as if painted, each expression of anger and annoyance carrying spoiled grumble, her black, gem-like eyes glittered brightly, as if she was born this way, perfectly suited to be cherished by a man or fiercely crushed beneath him.
"Mr. Fu, I did not throw myself into your arms." Qiao Mo edged away slightly, trying to distance herself further.
"Really?" A playful smile formed on Fu Nancheng's lips.
Before Qiao Mo could speak again, a gentle voice suddenly came from outside: "Xiao Mo, are you there?"