In the end, she still smiled brilliantly and knelt down.
Yet her spine was kept perfectly straight.
She didn't know what Fu Nancheng really wanted.
All she knew was that at this moment, he was stepping on her dignity!
Fine, since he wanted to see her beg him, she would bow her head, since he wanted to humiliate her, she would give him that humiliation.
It's just kneeling!
As long as… he would be willing to save Qiao Dehou.
"Is Mr. Fu satisfied now?"
Looking at the woman kneeling before him, Fu Nancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, only finding her smile glaring.
His thin lips parted slightly, yet cruel and ruthless: "It seems, you will be disappointed."
Qiao Mo's gaze halted slightly.
He extended his index finger to lightly lift a strand of her fallen hair, tucking it behind her ear, slightly leaning over, his thin lips very close to her delicate earlobe, speaking slowly: "Anyone who begs me, I can save. Except for you, you're the exception."
The slightly cool breath sprayed in her ear hollow, carrying his unique freshness, yet it made Qiao Mo stiffen a bit.
Until he straightened up, Qiao Mo immediately felt as if all the strength had been drained from her, collapsing onto the ground, staring dazed at the man in front of her, murmuring: "Why?"
Why?
Why was she the exception?
He was deliberately trying to humiliate her, wasn't he!
But Fu Nancheng just glanced at her coldly with sarcasm, without a single explanation, and turned to leave.
Watching his back, Qiao Mo felt a sourness at the tip of her nose, so angry she could barely breathe.
Shameless!
Bastard!
No wonder people say Fu Nancheng is a bastard who eats people without spitting out the bones!
It's not about him not wanting to save her!
But he trampled her dignity beneath foot, then only left a sentence that she alone was the exception!
Qiao Mo's vision became misty as she grabbed a high heel nearby and hurled it forcefully toward the man's retreating figure: "Fu Nancheng—! You show your true colors once you've gotten what you wanted; how are you any different from an animal!"
"You call me cheap! Aren't you shameless as well!"
'Bang—!'
The light gold high heel hit the man's broad back with a bang, then fell to the ground.
Fu Nancheng's steps slowly halted.
From a distance, Qiao Mo could sense the engulfing gloom around him, causing a vague fear.
Fu Nancheng turned around, his eyes fierce.
Qiao Mo's heart hiccuped, lightly trembling as she clutched her knees tightly, yet still, with tear-filled red eyes, stubbornly stared at him...
"Is it interesting to toy with me like this?"
Gazing at the figure curled up in a ball, Fu Nancheng's eyes blurred for a moment, but quickly, he resumed the previous cold sharpness, turning away ominously.
As soon as he walked away, Qiao Mo's entire body collapsed.
After who knows how long, she eventually climbed up from the ground with reddened eyes, leaning against the wall to walk over to the coffee table and sit down.
Yet unexpectedly…
Those few steps left a streak of bright red blood on her legs again.
"Beast!"
Qiao Mo's eyes grew sour, feeling a stabbing pain from below, as beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.
She knew the first time would hurt, but she also knew it wouldn't be like this, continuously bleeding; she feared he had torn her raw last night.
Thinking of last night, Qiao Mo laughed at herself, never expecting there would be a day she would end up this ragged.
Sitting weakly on the sofa, gazing at everything before her, Qiao Mo felt somewhat dazed.
The luxurious presidential suite.
The dark brown carpet.
The crystal-clear European-style wall lamp...
All the luxurious and beautiful seemed like a dream, except for the ripped red dress, scattered like rags all over the floor, like an abrupt intruder, exceptionally glaring, constantly reminding her of everything that happened last night.