He gently bit her shoulder, leaving patches of crimson, and then slowly said, "You mean Chen Shiqing?"
Qiao Mo remained silent.
He spoke casually, "I won't get engaged to her, and I definitely won't marry her."
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, looking at him in a daze.
"That's the woman the old man chose, not the one I chose."
The seriousness in his eyes caused Qiao Mo to be momentarily distracted.
Soon after, he offered no further explanation, only a lingering kiss.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, lowered her eyes, and tried to push him away, "Fu Nancheng, no matter what, I already don't owe you anymore, us..."
He slowly released her, his gaze turning cold, lips pressed into a sharp arc, and turned towards the bedroom. He seemed displeased.
Qiao Mo hurriedly caught up and stopped him, "Fu Nancheng... this is my house!"
He sneered, eyes flashing with irony, and said coldly, "Your house? Not just this room, even you belong to me!"
With those words, he walked past her.
