Chapter 1124: Are You Content

It’s not that important to settle the score.

After thinking it over, Chu Yao still decided to give Lu Zhenzhen a call.

“No need to investigate the Qiao Family anymore.”

Lu Zhenzhen was silent for about a minute, “Have you made peace?”

“Not really, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I’ve lost three years, Brother lost his legs, Qiao Man lost half her life, and as for the instigator Mo Li…”

“He’s been imprisoned by Mo Tingshen in the Mo Family, his life is pretty much ruined too.”

“I’m not as hateful as I was when I first went to prison.

Besides, what if I find out the truth?

At most it’s Mo Li colluding with the Qiao Family to try to kill me, and the only miscalculation was that his son was also in the car.”

“That’s enough, I can’t get those three years back, Mo Suizhi’s legs won’t recover, as for Qiao Man—”

Chu Yao still felt like smoking.

The cigarettes were right by her hand, and she lit one while talking.

The last sentence was exhaled along with the smoke, “If she can marry Mo Tingshen, it’s a blessing for her.”

Lu Zhenzhen stayed silent, and when Chu Yao had nothing more to say, “Alright, I won’t investigate, as long as you’re at peace.”

How could anyone really be at peace?

Chu Yao didn’t respond to that and awkwardly changed the topic, “Are you home?

What are you doing?”

Lu Zhenzhen turned around and looked at the empty bedroom.

To make herself feel less lonely, she turned on every light, even those in the walk-in closet and the bathroom.

But the bed was still empty, and the dressing mirror on the wall reflected her in a purple nightgown.

She leaned against the vanity, with the window to her left and the dim night outside.

“I’m home,” she moved her elbow with the back of her other hand, pushing the phone closer to her ear as she looked up, “in a man’s arms.”

Chu Yao snorted, “Can’t you go a day without showing off?”

“Why shouldn’t I show off if I have a man?

Unlike you, acting like a widow every day!”

Chu Yao couldn’t win the banter, so she retorted bitterly a couple of times, afraid of being scolded even worse, she hung up first.

She tossed her phone aside, unable to sleep anyway, and searched the fridge to find two boxes of prepared mantis shrimps.

Before eating, she stepped on the scale for a little delusion.

Hospital.

Nan Jiaojiao only had the chance to use her phone at night, seeing a message from Lu Zhenzhen earlier saying she ran into Chu Yao at the hospital entrance and sent her home.

She replied with a “Good.”

Turning to the bathroom, she brought out a basin of hot water, placed it on the bedside table, and dragged over a stool.

She sat down, soaked a towel, wrung it out, steam rising from it.

She glanced at Bo Yanching on the bed, stripped down to just his pants, “Where should I start wiping?”

Bo Yanching propped two pillows behind his head, lifting his shoulders to press against the pillow’s edge, slightly looking up at her, “Or you could go out and call Han Chuan in?”

Nan Jiaojiao slapped his left leg, “You serious?

You want a man to bathe you!”

Bo Yanching grunted, unable to hold back and let out a stifled cough from his throat, “Be gentle, you’ll hurt me.”

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned, suspiciously glancing at his leg, then at his face, “Who are you fooling?

I slapped your leg, not your chest.”

Bo Yanching helplessly squinted his eyes, “I’m really fragile now, truly can’t take a hit.

No matter where you touch me, it hurts.”

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment, it seemed to be true.

She quickly set the towel aside, moving the stool closer to his thigh.

Then she suddenly leaned down, “Really?

Let me see.”