Time flew by, and the day of the engagement party was upon them.
Fu Nancheng awoke very early, while Qiao Mo was still a bit drowsy, worn out from his exhaustive attention last night. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she just wanted to continue sleeping.
"Xiao Mo." Fu Nancheng gently kissed her forehead.
Qiao Mo frowned and turned her back to him completely ignoring him.
Just as Fu Nancheng was about to speak again, his phone suddenly rang.
Qiao Mo irritably pulled the quilt over her head, her whining making him smile uncontrollably.
"President, the makeup artist is downstairs, along with Miss Qiao's dress and your suit," Zhuo Lin reported diligently.
Fu Nancheng checked the time; it was six fifteen, a bit early.
"Have them come up at six thirty."
With those words, he placed the phone on the bedside and turned to embrace the curled up Qiao Mo again.
"Xiao Mo, time to get up."
Qiao Mo stubbornly kept her eyes shut, lying motionless as if lifeless.
