Chapter 1080: Please Third Uncle Take Me In

Bo Yanching didn’t refute her.

He even looked proud, as if he had been praised harshly, not scolded.

He put the remaining candies in the other pocket of his suit, grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, and slipped it into his jacket pocket, casually taking away her partially drunk milk tea.

He asked, “Throw it away?”

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao reached out her hand, he took two steps and went over to the trash can to throw it away.

Why did he even bother asking her!

“Let’s go home.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded, “Okay.”

Ye Shiqing was stunned for quite a while.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Nan Jiaojiao being so unreserved in front of her and Bo Yanching’s affection, she would really find it hard to believe that Nan Jiaojiao actually hooked such a bigshot.

That’s Bo Yanching.

She never even dared to imagine it before.

She wanted to take a gamble, to test the man’s sense of mercy.

No matter what, Bo Yanching never gave shares to another woman for no reason.

She thought she was different to him, but hadn’t expected Nan Jiaojiao to beat her to it.

As they were about to leave, she hurried over, blocking Bo Yanching’s path, “Third Uncle, I…

I really need some money, I’ll return the shares to you, okay?”

Bo Yanching gave her a discerning look, not even regarding her shadow, and coldly said, “No need, keep it.”

“But, but I can only receive dividends after five years, and only at the end of the year.

I’m really at a dead end now.”

Bo Yanching stepped back again, his brows furrowed very impatiently.

Nan Jiaojiao knew he was a germaphobe.

Ye Shiqing was there pretending to be a delicate flower, but he only saw her as a filthy beggar standing in front of him, disgusted to death.

His thought process was particularly straightforward, and he even asked in return, “How could you be at a dead end, didn’t you get married?”

“Ah!!”

Ye Shiqing suddenly screamed, clutching her head and terrifying herself, yelling as if she’d seen a ghost, “Don’t mention that person, don’t mention them, they torture me, I’m so scared…”

Instead of going anywhere else, she happened to roll to the side of the car, brushing against the wheels as she magically spun half a circle, her body curled up very small, trembling all over.

Han Chuan glanced over, the light didn’t reach this side, Ye Shiqing squatted there, just a dark, dirty lump, and he silently stepped back.

“I don’t want to return to the Shen Family, I beg you, Third Uncle, don’t send me back to the Shen Family.” Ye Shiqing knelt over, reaching out to grab Bo Yanching’s trousers, his brows fiercely twitched, quickly dodging.

Ye Shiqing froze for a moment, crying even more sorrowfully, “Every day, journalists guard the entrance of the Shen Family.

There’s no food in the house, they force me to go out and buy groceries, having a bodyguard follow me, but the bodyguard doesn’t protect me, he pushes me into the crowd of reporters and escapes himself.

Every time I’m blocked and stopped, I’m utterly despaired, yet I dare not speak a bad word about the Shen Family.

I return with the groceries, but I don’t know how to cook.

They force me to cook, and if it’s not tasty, Shen Shixuan hits me.

My mother-in-law scolds me too.

Shen Shichu just stands by watching; he’s not like he used to be.

They’ve all changed, and I’m really scared.”

Ye Shiqing took a deep breath, “I barely managed to escape, I can’t think of anyone else.

I beg you, Third Uncle, take me in, I’m not asking for anything else, just don’t let them drag me back, I…

I’m really scared of being beaten.”

Nan Jiaojiao was astounded.

Art is said to come from life, after all.

Look at how people perform this scene.

She covertly glanced at Bo Yanching, finding that he maintained the same expression from beginning to end, disgusted to the point of almost rolling his eyes.