Chapter 101: Trouble Comes Knocking

What did you say?

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him and glanced at the dishes on the table, tentatively asking, “Want to eat something?”

A trace of surprise crossed Bo Yanching’s eyes.

Eat something?

She kicked him out of the house last night, and even that box of cold medicine…

had she eaten it all?

Angry, he lifted his hand to knock on her forehead, his low voice containing a muffled laugh, “You little ingrate.”

Nan Jiaojiao shrank back a bit and looked up at him, thinking he was so strange.

Bo Yanching straightened up and extended his right hand to Lu Zhenzhen, “Miss Lu, I’ve long admired your name.”

Lu Zhenzhen seemed much more polite, deliberately rising to shake his hand, “You flatter me, Third Master Bo is the truly famous one.”

They belonged to the same social class and, despite different circles, they occasionally intersected, having seen each other countless times at various banquets but never had the chance to get acquainted.

“Order whatever you’d like, my treat,” Bo Yanching withdrew his hand, his well-defined fingers hanging casually by his trouser side.

Lu Zhenzhen, clear about everything in her heart, shot a glancing smile at Nan Jiaojiao, saying, “Alright, if Third Master Bo is treating, I definitely won’t hold back.”

Bo Yanching nodded and as he walked away, he ruffled Nan Jiaojiao’s hair, “I’m upstairs, call me if you need anything.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded back, not that she was particularly obedient, but more out of perfunctoriness.

After taking a couple of sips of her drink, Lu Zhenzhen pursed her lips, as if she had something urgent to spill out, examining Nan Jiaojiao’s expression before taking another sip to settle her nerves.

“Falling for him?” she asked.

“Huh?” Nan Jiaojiao looked up blankly, clueless.

Lu Zhenzhen tilted her chin toward the direction Bo Yanching had left, “Third Master Bo treats you well; if you like him, don’t worry too much, even if Bo family members look down on your status, I can be your backing.”

Nan Jiaojiao had just scooped up a spoonful of tomato beef brisket and suddenly paused as if stunned by the comment.

Lu Zhenzhen leaned closer, lowering her voice with a soft and alluring smile, “Tell me, what do you feel for him?”

“Pretty good.”

“How good is pretty good?”

A faint blush crept onto Nan Jiaojiao’s face, “Slept together, he’s quite skilled.”

“Cough…”

Lu Zhenzhen nearly sprayed the soup she had just sipped from her nose.

She quickly tilted her head back, pulling out a couple of tissues to wipe her face.

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to help, but just as she reached out, Lu Zhenzhen steadied herself and gave her a meaningful look, “My silly Jiaojiao.”

What about her?

At the entrance, a rose-colored sports car pulled up, the rear door opened, and a pair of legs wrapped in high boots stepped out.

Two black sedans followed closely behind, with several black-clad bodyguards getting out.

“Are you sure Nan Jiaojiao has nothing to do with Master Bo, and that the niece identity is fabricated by her?”

Jih Mingyue’s face was tense as she listened to the languid female voice on the other end of the phone, “Don’t you trust my word?”

Jih Mingyue frowned, lifting her eyes to see two figures by the window, her mouth curling into a cold, sinister smile.

She adjusted her sunglasses on her nose bridge and walked over in her high heels, making no small commotion.

Diners frequently looked sideways, yet those two women did not even glance her way.

Jih Mingyue was displeased; she was used to being the center of attention wherever she went, especially after Bo Yanching recently granted her all sorts of privileges, spoiling her to the point of floating.

She couldn’t tolerate being ignored by others.

“Nan Jiaojiao.”

Jih Mingyue propped one hand on the table, leaning over, “Do you remember me?”

Nan Jiaojiao scrunched her brows, her cool gaze fixed on her face, “Who are you?”