NOVEL NEXT Chapter 653: Fu Qingyan Panics
Fu Qingyan and Rong Yan looked up and saw Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao was wearing a black long coat, just like always.
Every time Fu Qingyan saw her dressed like that, she felt as if Nan Qiao couldn't afford new clothes, always wearing that same black coat.
Considering Nan Qiao's wealth, perhaps she bought many identical coats, so she always seems to wear the same one?
Fu Qingyan forced a smile to greet Nan Qiao.
Rong Yan put down his phone, quite surprised to unexpectedly encounter Nan Qiao here.
"Mr. Qiao." Rong Yan greeted.
A bit guilty.
Not physically weak, but feeling guilty.
He had done something wrong, betrayed Nan Qiao, and now seeing her, awkwardly took a sip of water, not daring to speak.
Nan Qiao: "What a coincidence, I'm here to have dinner with a friend, didn't expect to see you here too."
Nan Qiao didn't sit down: "I'll wait for my friend over there, you guys chat."
Nan Qiao left.
After Nan Qiao left, Rong Yan felt restless, wishing he hadn't come out.
He couldn't face Nan Qiao.
Fu Qingyan: "If you don't want to be here, why don't we go someplace else? How about eating at a restaurant? Haven't you been eating well lately? You look much thinner."
Rong Yan: "No need, I want to go home. I still have two design drawings unfinished, I'll head back first."
Fu Qingyan: "..."
Not working anymore, why bother with design drawings?
"Rong Yan, have you found a new job?" Fu Qingyan's eyelid twitched.
If true, Rong Yan is secretly working without telling her?
Rong Yan: "I'm not employed, just drawing at home. Not working, but can't abandon drawing. I draw whenever I'm inspired."
Fu Qingyan sighed in relief, as long as Rong Yan hasn't found a new job.
No need for Rong Yan to personally find a job, she would quickly arrange one for him.
As the two got up to leave, Fu Qingyan looked up and was startled back onto the couch by the scene she saw.
"Yanyan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Sitting on the couch, Fu Qingyan's fingernails pressed into her palms, pain gradually bringing back her rationality.
Following Fu Qingyan's gaze, Rong Yan saw Nan Qiao talking with a man with dyed yellow hair.
The man with yellow hair looked like the kind of spirited lad, nonchalant, not like a decent person.
"Yanyan, sit here for a bit, I'll go take a look."
Fu Qingyan grabbed Rong Yan's hand and shook her head: "Don't go."
"Why not?"
If there's danger, Mr. Qiao wouldn't be able to handle it alone.
Fu Qingyan: "Mr. Qiao is meeting a friend, if we go over, it would interrupt her meeting. This is a café, people are coming and going, Mr. Qiao is quite safe."
Rong Yan still wanted to go over, but Fu Qingyan persuaded him again: "Better not, in case it affects Mr. Qiao's business."
Under Fu Qingyan's persuasion, Rong Yan had no choice but to leave with her first.
After they left, Fu Qingyan found an excuse to separate from Rong Yan and left alone.
When she got in the car and took out her phone, her hands were trembling.
Amidst trembling, there was panic.
How could Nan Qiao be with Huang Mao!
How did those two know each other?
These questions made Fu Qingyan visibly flustered, anxious and scared.
Fu Qingyan took out her phone and made a call.
"Huang Mao is with Nan Qiao, he can't be used anymore."
After hanging up, Fu Qingyan was still shaken.
...
At this moment, the conversation between Nan Qiao and Huang Mao also ended.
Huang Mao wore a fawning face, his eyes revealing fear.
"Sis, I've told you everything I should and shouldn't say, can you protect my safety? I'm afraid of being silenced!"
Nan Qiao: "You think you need my protection? On the poker table, you seem to be doing great, do you really need protection?"
Huang Mao: "..."
This woman doesn't play by the rules.
When she needed his help, it wasn't like this, making it sound like she'd be responsible.
Now she's gone back on her word.
Huang Mao felt disheartened.
Nan Qiao got up and left.
"I'm not your parents, I can't help you, figure it out yourself."
Nan Qiao left, carrying her bag.
Huang Mao chased after Nan Qiao, but before reaching her, was stopped by Uncle Qin.
Uncle Qin's sturdy build was no match for Huang Mao.
He hit his nose on Uncle Qin's solid chest and started bleeding.
Slowly lifting his head, he met Uncle Qin's murderous gaze, covered his nose, and ran off.
At that moment, Uncle Dao had already come to Nan Qiao's side.
"Miss, should we take out Huang Mao?"
"No need, let the big fish take the bait. We don't deal with him, someone else will."
Dealing with him too much could easily cause trouble, leaving evidence.
Uncle Dao listened to Nan Qiao.
So said Nan Qiao, and so he acted.
...
Before Huang Mao could get home, he was abducted.
Huang Mao didn't even get a chance to shout.
Soon after, Fu Qingyan approached Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao was dining out, amidst the bustle of dining, Fu Qingyan arrived.
Fu Qingyan had a feeling that Nan Qiao was deliberately waiting for her here, creating an opportunity, making her come forward.
Nan Qiao put down her chopsticks, unimpressed by the sweet and sour pork, she didn't finish it.
"Mr. Qiao, having a meal."
"I'm no longer your superior, you don't have to call me Mr. Qiao."
Fu Qingyan sighed in relief, just about to call her Sister Qiaoqiao when she heard Nan Qiao's formal tone: "You can call me Nan Qiao or Miss Nan Qiao."
Fu Qingyan: "..."
It's probably closer to call her by Mr. Qiao, it would bridge the gap between them.
Fu Qingyan smiled broadly, picked up the kettle to pour Nan Qiao some tea.
"Mr. Qiao, even though you're no longer my superior, I haven't forgotten our old ties."
"Go ahead, what do you want from me? If there's nothing, I'll be going, there's a pile of work waiting for me at the company." Nan Qiao picked up her bag, ready to leave.
Fu Qingyan was dumbfounded, what does Nan Qiao mean?
Wasn't she sitting here waiting for her to come forward?
Now that she had come forward, Nan Qiao was leaving?
Fu Qingyan felt uneasy, anger surged, almost losing her temper.
Fu Qingyan accompanied her smile, a smile so gentle it bordered on subservience.
Once the smile faded, only helpless frustration remained.
"Mr. Qiao, you already know, don't you?"
Nan Qiao: "What do I know?"
"Mr. Qiao, you met with Huang Mao, didn't you? If you didn't know something, why would you meet him?" Still pretending at this point, is there any fun in that?
Nan Qiao's keen eyes saw through it, and she couldn't help but laugh: "Fu Qingyan, unless you clarify, how would I know if what you're talking about is the same thing I know? I'm quite busy, don't have much time to play guessing games with you. If you don't want to say it, then don't waste our time, okay?"
Nan Qiao stood up to leave, not giving Fu Qingyan any face.
Nan Qiao left.
Fu Qingyan panicked.