Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze and picked up the documents casually thrown on the coffee table, but once again, her eyes reddened.
The Qiao family had fallen, and she had struggled for a whole month to complete this plan.
Just to prove to Fu Nancheng that as long as he was willing to save Qiao Dehou, the Qiao family could definitely be resurrected and bring him tremendous profit!
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned...
Qiao Mo gently flipped through the documents, and the meticulously printed plans seemed to mock her naivety. Every line and every word stung her eyes painfully, almost blinding her.
She gently lowered her eyes, no longer looking at them, and with a lighter in hand, she stood up and walked to the bathroom.
With a 'click' sound.
A tuft of yellow-blue flame sprang up, instantly igniting one corner of the plan.
The flames grew larger!
In no time, the thick papers turned into pieces of ash, scattering down, emitting a pungent smell.
Until the fire finally reached the last corner, Qiao Mo gently released her hand.
The flames cradled the white paper as it fell into the sink. Qiao Mo's hands rested on the marble slab, and finally, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Should she be happy?
She ought to be happy, right...
At least Fu Nancheng wasn't the old and ugly man the rumors suggested, at least he wasn't a pot-bellied, balding uncle, at least his stunning handsomeness defied everyone's perceptions, at least he was powerful and fit every woman's fantasy, at least...
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, laughter painting her eyes red.
Her slender legs still trembled uncontrollably, yet the pain made her want to cry.
After what felt like an eternity, Qiao Mo finally mustered the energy to take a quick shower.
But in just a few minutes, the wound below her reopened countless times, only dissipating completely when the blood was diluted by the water...
Qiao Mo called a server to bring her a set of clothes, wiped on some lipstick, and then went to the hospital to get some medication.
After spending over two hours, sitting in the taxi, Qiao Mo turned her head to watch the scenery outside the window, recalling the doctor's recent words, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"You young ones, taking your good health for granted and fooling around recklessly, do you not value your life? Still know to come for medicine!"
Ha ha, fooling around?
Did they really think she wanted this...
Qiao Mo lowered her eyelids to conceal the bitterness in her eyes.
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When she returned to the Qiao family, barely had she pushed the door open when several figures stood up from the sofa.
One or two gazes all fell on Qiao Mo, carrying a hint of urgency, as if she bore the responsibility of revitalizing the Qiao family.
Qiao Mo lifted her eyes and swept them over the people briefly. Her grandmother, uncle, aunt, and her so-called mother and sister all looked at her nervously, seemingly having 'high hopes' for her.
Qiao Mo sneered coldly, withdrew her gaze indifferently, and said calmly, "What are you all looking at me for? Aren't you going to eat?"
"Oh, eat…eat! Nanny Wang, quickly, prepare the meal!" The aunt glanced at Old Mrs. Qiao's expression and immediately started arranging, but her gaze towards Qiao Mo still carried an inquisitive hint.
Uncle Qiao Deshan could not contain himself and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Old Mrs. Qiao.
Qiao Mo's eyes flashed with ridicule.
Prepare the meal?
It seemed like there was only Nanny Wang left in this home who didn't require a salary, so she wondered what airs this family was still putting on?
The group gradually got seated; on the mahogany dining table were four dishes and a soup – two meat and two vegetable – the spread looked decent but appeared especially shabby compared to their previously extravagant shark's fin and bird's nest feasts.