Chapter 107: Your Little Girl's Jealousy Is Not Small

He took two steps to the side, picked up the cigarette case from the table, shook out a cigarette and held it between his fingers.

A small patch of light spilled from the ceiling, outlining the side of the man’s face as he lit his cigarette, handsome and coldly proud, his emotions indiscernible.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Bo Yanching said, “No matter whom she pretends to be me, it’s me who spoiled her.

Who gave you permission to touch her before I said anything?”

“I…”

Jih Mingyue felt a chill down to her crown, her body curled up under a table corner, trembling with fear.

“Han Chuan.”

A person came over from the direction of the sofa.

Bo Yanching instructed, “Throw her out, and issue a statement to the company to blacklist her overnight.”

Han Chuan: “Understood.”

Following the command, Han Chuan pulled Jih Mingyue up from the floor.

Perhaps because she had been curled up for too long, Jih Mingyue was weak all over.

Suddenly jerked up, she stumbled and nearly fell, but the fall snapped her back to reality.

She quickly clung to the corner of the table and cried, “No, please don’t do this to me, Master Bo.

I will never trouble Miss Nan again, I beg you…”

She had so much she wanted to plead for, but the words lodged in her throat, leaving her frantically at a loss for words.

Han Chuan didn’t give her a chance to wail further, stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth, and without lifting her up, he dragged her away.

As they neared the door, a casual laugh rang out: “The little girl is jealous, huh?”

Yaen Chi leaned against the back of his chair, holding a glass of red wine.

Through the glass and the corner of his eye, he exchanged glances with Bo Yanching.

His eyes curved into a smile, mysterious and profound, “She’s that upset, she must have taken it to heart.”

Bo Yanching’s brows twitched fiercely.

He kept Jih Mingyue by his side just to provoke that little girl.

It had not been easy to make her jealous, and now to drive Jih Mingyue away would be to leave the matter without conclusion, wouldn’t it?

Seeing this, Yaen Chi gave Han Chuan a look, and Han Chuan immediately understood, letting go of Jih Mingyue.

Bo Yanching sat down, waited until an entire cigarette was smoked through, and his cool gaze slowly moved to Jih Mingyue’s face, “Where are you hurt?”

Jih Mingyue collapsed into a puddle on the ground, pale-faced, her mind consumed with how to handle the ruin of her acting career.

Hearing the man’s voice, which sounded so unreal to her, she lifted her head, her makeup smeared with tears.

Han Chuan pulled the handkerchief from her mouth, and she quivered her lips, “Master…

Master Bo, what did you ask?”

It seems she was quite out of it.

Bo Yanching glanced at Han Chuan, “Prepare the car, to the hospital.”

“Understood.”

Suppressing his desire for gossip, Han Chuan obediently left.

Before long, Bo Yanching and Yaen Chi walked out of the private room side by side, Jih Mingyue trailing behind them.

As they descended to the first floor, the manager happened to be in the restaurant, directing the waitstaff to move something.

Yaen Chi, with sharp eyes, called him over.

“Is that Miss Lu’s bag?” he asked.

The manager hurried over and bowed respectfully, “Yes, Miss Lu found her bag splashed with blood and didn’t want it anymore.”

The bag, worth several hundred thousand, was laid on the dining table.

There was a hole in the table, with a bent fork nearby, the edge of the hole stained with fresh blood.

“Is this also Miss Lu’s handiwork?”

“No, it was the girl with her.

When a bodyguard tried to sneak up on her, she grabbed his hand and stabbed the fork through his palm and into the table.”

Wow!

Yaen Chi touched the edge of the hole with his finger then swiftly retracted it.

He suddenly felt a tingling sensation at his fingertips.

She must be ruthless to not only pierce through someone’s hand but also to ruin the table along with it.

With a look that teased and mocked, he glanced at Bo Yanching, “Brother Yan, did you see that?

Your little girl’s jealousy is not to be underestimated.”