Chapter 1011: Blind Date

Song Yuan’s voice was soft and gentle, unhurried, so quiet that others couldn’t quite catch what she was saying.

After she spoke, there was no response from Bo Yanching.

She looked up at him; he had a stern face with sharp features, seemingly polite, but there was an undercurrent of impatience in his eyes.

Song Yuan wisely shut her mouth and picked up a piece of winter melon.

“Brother Yanqing, try this; it’s simmered in broth…”

The chopsticks couldn’t reach Bo Yanching’s bowl because he suddenly looked up, his half-curled fist resting on her wrist.

“Eat it yourself.”

Song Yuan bit her lip and carefully withdrew her hand, replying softly: “Okay…”

Bo Yanching’s irritation became even harder to conceal.

He yanked at his tie, loosening it by half a finger’s width, and his finger brushed against the first button of his shirt.

As he withdrew his hand, his elbow hit something, knocking over a small bowl of soup in front of Song Yuan.

She happened to be bowing her head while eating, causing the soup to spill onto her clothes as it flowed across the table.

“Oh no!”

Song Yuan was startled, quickly covered her front, and gave him a panicked look, her face pale.

“What happened?”

Qiao Airu stood up, hastily protecting her daughter.

To make a good impression on Bo Yanching, Song Yuan wore a low-cut dress and felt embarrassed since only a thin shawl covered it.

The dress was light-colored and thin, and after being splashed with soup, a large area at the front was soaked, clinging to her.

“Yanqing, could we borrow a piece of your clothing?

I need to take Yuan Yuan to get her sorted.

As she is now, she can’t step outside.”

Qiao Airu was a senior, and the Song family had a good relationship with the Bo family, so she specifically addressed Bo Yanching, hoping not to be disregarded.

But with many people present, they singled out someone wearing just a shirt.

Yaen Chi happened to have a jacket in hand, came over, and draped it over Song Yuan.

“Madam Song, it’s used, hope you don’t mind.”

Qiao Airu clenched her teeth tightly.

What an unobservant fool!

She didn’t show anger on her face, thanked him, and helped Song Yuan up.

At the doorway, she vaguely heard Yaen Chi say, “Oh no, I think that’s Brother Yan’s jacket.”

Qiao Airu and Song Yuan exchanged a glance; she squeezed Song Yuan’s hand and smiled.

Yaen Chi was close to regretting it, patting his chest, “Phew, luckily Jiaojiao’s not here, or she’d have my head.”

Bo Yanching felt stifled, “I’m going out for a smoke.

Hurry up with your chat and come out.”

“But,” Yaen Chi wanted to escape too, “you’re leaving me to handle this?”

Bo Yanching maintained a cold face, “Do you think at today’s event we can talk about real business?”

Yaen Chi immediately fell silent.

What matters can be discussed when all of Bo’s father’s old friends, several of them, are present but his father, who hasn’t been in the Capital City for years, doesn’t have that deep of ties with them.

They can help but won’t go all the way.

How can there be an urgency in rescuing old friends, yet they can sit together, toasting, laughing, and joking, bringing family members along?

Including Song Yuan, there are three or four young ladies, all with their eyes glued to Bo Yanching.

Old Master Bo is too much, his own son has been detained for a week, yet he’s still bustling around arranging blind dates for his grandson.

…

Nan Jiaojiao sat bored, obediently on the side, listening to Gu Qing chatting with friends.

At first, she could pretend to listen for a bit, but the more she listened, the more confused she got.

She held her cup, took two sips, and only then realized it wasn’t her juice; she mistakenly took Gu Qing’s grape juice.

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to return it, but Gu Qing picked up the decanter and poured a little more into her cup.