Chapter 1122: Debt Collection

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, “This is so boring.”

“Are you hungry?

What do you want to eat?

I’ll go buy it for you.”

Bo Yanching tried to grab her hand, but didn’t have the strength to lift it, so he placed his hand on her kneecap, “Not really hungry.

Get me some mouthwash later.”

“I’m not kissing you anyway, why are you thinking about oral hygiene instead of filling your stomach?”

Bo Yanching laughed, “I still want to live long.

What if you despise me later?

I can’t undo it then.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t bother to respond to him.

She pushed the door open and left.

Han Chuan was standing right outside.

She asked Han Chuan to buy some plain congee.

Just as she spoke, Lu Zhenzhen arrived, carrying a shopping bag in her hand.

Passing by Han Chuan, Lu Zhenzhen nodded at him, walked over, and handed the bag to Nan Jiaojiao, “These are my clothes, never worn and clean.

Don’t wear those online ordered ones.”

Nan Jiaojiao took it, “Do I need to return them?”

“What nonsense!”

Lu Zhenzhen glanced at her sideways, “I suppose you’re reluctant to go back.

You’ve never worn unwashed clothes.

I barely spoiled you this much; don’t go back to being rough.”

Lu Zhenzhen glanced inside, “He woke up, right?”

“Yeah.”

Nan Jiaojiao stood sideways.

Lu Zhenzhen said, “I won’t go in.

I’ve got nothing to say to him.

Take care of yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao stepped back in, “Chu Yao was just here.

She said she already left the hospital.

Maybe you can find her; she might not be gone yet.”

“Really?”

Lu Zhenzhen glanced at a particular building, discreetly retracting her gaze, “Got it, go inside.”

“I’ll watch you leave.”

Lu Zhenzhen didn’t argue with her, waved, and left.

Once the hallway was empty, Nan Jiaojiao went back inside, put the bag on the bed, and took out a set of clothes, both inside and outside layers.

She pulled out a black ruffled bra and measured it against herself.

Bo Yanching’s temples throbbed, “Dear, measuring with clothes on isn’t accurate.

Why not take them off, and I’ll give you some advice?”

Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, “You’re lying there; can’t you just stay put!”

Bo Yanching smiled, “Go get washed, I’ll wait for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao held onto the clothes, took a couple of steps, “Think it over; how did the car accident happen?

Was there an issue before you came to pick me up?”

Bo Yanching’s face remained unchanged, “No, it was an accident.”

Nan Jiaojiao was half-convinced.

Bo Yanching added, “Pass me the phone for a bit.”

Nan Jiaojiao handed the phone to him and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Bo Yanching’s soft smile faded away, and after listening carefully for the sound of water, he took out the phone and dialed Bo Yuman.

“When is the funeral?”

…

Chu Yao hadn’t left the hospital; she had gone to the neurology building.

Qiao Man was staying there.

Chu Yao always knew which room Qiao Man was in, but she had never been there before.

Visiting Nan Jiaojiao was just an excuse; she really wanted to meet Qiao Man, even if it was just to apologize, or perhaps to finally uncover some truth about the car accident three years ago.

But just as she reached the door of the hospital room and was about to knock, someone opened the door from inside.

Chu Yao’s hand froze mid-air as she locked eyes with Mo Tingshen.

“Xiao Yao?”

He looked at her, half-lowered his head, and pulled the room door shut.

“Why are you here?”

Chu Yao stepped back two steps, “I came to see Bo Yanching.”

“He’s in the surgery building.”

Mo Tingshen didn’t give her a chance to speak further, “You wanted to see Qiao Man?”

She smirked slightly, “Would you allow that?”

Mo Tingshen’s face grew stern.

Chu Yao turned to leave.

He caught up to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back, opening the hospital room door again.

Qiao Man was sitting in bed, holding a bowl of congee.

Seeing Mo Tingshen return, her joy barely showed before turning to terror as she looked behind him.

“Mo… Brother Mo… I’m scared.”

Mo Tingshen instinctively shielded Chu Yao behind him, softly saying, “Sorry, I didn’t warn you.

I brought Xiao Yao to see you.”

Qiao Man’s face was pale, perhaps having just woken up a few days ago, with barely any color due to relying on IV fluids to survive.

She was down to just over 70 pounds, but being a typical small-headed, narrow-shouldered woman, her frail look added to her pitifulness.

She bit her lip, taking slow breaths, seemingly struggling to accept the situation.

Tears dripped down, and she seemed to summon great resolve, gripping the corner of the blanket hard before speaking, “Since it’s Brother Mo’s request, then I…”

Chu Yao looked at Mo Tingshen’s broad back, coldly smirking to herself, pulling her hand out of his grasp.

She emerged from behind the man, with Mo Tingshen immediately turning back to stare at her, but Chu Yao didn’t cast him a glance.

She smiled slightly, looking at the sick beauty in bed, “How long have you been awake?”

“Two, two days.”

“Remember everything?”

Qiao Man raised her eyes, “What is Miss Chu referring to?”

“Before the car accident, do you remember?”

Qiao Man shuddered in fright, suddenly trembling all over, her bloodshot eyes showed fear and panic as she looked at Chu Yao, retreating to the head of the bed and hugging herself.

“I don’t remember, I remember nothing, Miss Chu, don’t ask me, I know nothing.”

Chu Yao didn’t say anything,

Qiao Man’s condition worsened, her lips pale, whispering as she bit them, “I won’t dare anymore… I’ll never dare again, please, have mercy on me, it’s been three years.

Even if I owe you, haven’t I paid it back already?”

Chu Yao smiled cynically, “What will it take to settle it?

Tell me, the debt of a life, is it you who owes me, or is it I who owe you?”

Qiao Man’s complexion changed drastically, biting down harder on her lip, growing more and more unstable emotionally.

Too afraid to face Chu Yao directly, she anxiously sought help from Mo Tingshen.

“Brother Mo, could you take Miss Chu out, please?

I’m really scared, I…

can I be alone for a while?”

Mo Tingshen was no longer there.

With him around, Chu Yao couldn’t really question her, and her presence only further agitated Qiao Man.

But as she left, Mo Tingshen followed her into the corridor, caught up to her, and asked, “What do you mean?

What debt is there between you and Qiao Man?”

Chu Yao appeared indifferent, “Didn’t you hear?

It’s a debt of life and death.

I almost hit her with my car.

Isn’t she supposed to collect the debt from me?

But why are you here?

It’s a bit of a killjoy; I suddenly don’t feel like playing anymore.”

“Playing?”

Mo Tingshen’s face turned icy, “You think it’s a game to provoke a newly awakened vegetative person?”

“So what?”

Chu Yao shook off his hand, “Didn’t I tell you?

Besides me, there shouldn’t be any other woman around you.

Doesn’t she count?”

“Xiao Yao!”

Mo Tingshen yelled sternly.

Chu Yao’s heart trembled slightly but showed no emotion on her face.

She even wore a slightly sickly smile, “I’ll come again; I don’t believe you can protect her every day.”

Mo Tingshen frowned, silently warning her, soldiering on with their gaze.

Chu Yao showed no fear, even provocatively adjusting her hat to shade her brow bone, leaving right under his nose.

When she no longer felt his piercing gaze from behind, Chu Yao clutched her chest tightly, leaning against the elevator, exhaling slowly.

The car accident three years ago, it’s something she never wanted to bring up again.

But there were just too many suspicious points.

Mo Suizhi lost a leg, Qiao Man became a vegetative state, and she only lay in a hospital bed for two months before ending up in prison.

After leaving the truth buried for three years, finding it again won’t be so easy.

She had carried the blame for three years; it was time she settled accounts properly.