Chapter 958: Chapter 967: The Grand Finale (Part 3)
"Mmm..."
Qiao Mo hesitated a bit, but before she could speak, Fu Nancheng already wrapped his arm around her waist and led her towards the stairs.
As they went on, Qiao Mo almost leaned entirely against Fu Nancheng; fortunately, he kept holding her, giving her a sense of security.
After dragging the slightly drunk Qiao Mo to the bedroom, the door closed with a ’bang’ by Fu Nancheng.
Qiao Mo leaned against the door panel, and before she could react, her lips were met with a soft kiss—his kiss came down in full force, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol, intense and impatient.
"Mmm... aren’t you going downstairs..."
Qiao Mo tried to push away his handsome face: "There are still guests downstairs."
But he had no mind to care about others; the room was filled with flowers and balloons, crimson bedding, and wedding photos creating an enchanting atmosphere, with only her figure remaining in his eyes.
The strong smell of alcohol dispersed from the corners of her mouth; Qiao Mo was truly a bit drunk now. She hadn’t drunk much, but with so many guests, each different in taste, she inevitably drank a variety, mixed together, making it impossible not to get drunk.
She lightly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Fu Nancheng, I’m so happy today..."
"Yes, it’s good to be happy."
...
Early the next morning, Qiao Mo climbed out of bed covered in kiss marks, her head aching unbearably.
Looking around the room now messy, she glanced at the man beside her and recalled how she got terribly drunk and was tormented by him.
"Awake." Without opening his eyes, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
Qiao Mo realized she shouldn’t have looked, but upon doing so, she discovered several kiss marks on him too, suddenly remembering how overly passionate she was last night.
"Don’t think hosting a wedding ends everything; faking your death to deceive me—this isn’t over between us."
Listening to his gentle murmur: "Still upset?"
Qiao Mo shrank into his arms and softly hummed: "This month, you’ll sleep in the study."
"Alright."
Hearing him agree so readily, Qiao Mo was a bit suspicious.
But thinking it over, after last night’s intense session, he probably wouldn’t have any other ideas soon.
As they spoke, Qiqi woke up early.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, wearing white pajamas printed with cartoon cars, he slowly sat up.
He first looked at Chenchen, still asleep, then turned to look outside the window.
The mild sunlight bathed his face, waves like flowing fragments of gold, shimmering.
Qiqi sat for a while, waking up completely, then climbed out of bed and ran to Chenchen’s bedside, shaking him: "Brother, brother, wake up..."
Chenchen furrowed his delicate brows, turned over, clearly not having slept enough.
Qiqi circled to the other side of the bed, again calling softly: "Brother... brother, wake up and see sister."
Chenchen’s eyelashes fluttered; after a moment, he seemed to recall something and finally opened his eyes, looking at Qiqi and asking, "Where’s sister."
