Chapter 115: From Now On I Can Only Call You Third Uncle

Shen Shichu was made very uncomfortable by her stare and pretended to glance at his wristwatch.

He asked, “I still have to rush back to the company to handle some affairs.

How will you get back?”

He didn’t want to stay with her for even a second longer.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t bother with pleasantries and bluntly turned away, “I’ll take a taxi.”

After she spoke, she left, not caring in the least about what expression Shen Shichu wore.

Once she was in the taxi, Bo Yanqing’s call came through.

She furrowed her brows and was lost in thought for a moment; by the time the ringtone ended, it had gone silent.

She felt there was no need to call back and was just about to put the phone in her bag when it started vibrating in her palm again.

“Hello?”

“It’s me,” Bo Yanqing’s calm voice came through the receiver.

“I know.

What is it?” Her cold and distant tone almost made Bo Yanqing doubt he had dialed the wrong number.

“Shengyue Mansion.

Come over.

You owe me a meal.”

Nan Jiaojiao let out a low sigh and after a pause of two seconds, she responded, “Okay.”

Bo Yanqing had a private room at Shengyue Mansion.

When Nan Jiaojiao arrived, she first paid the bill and then went to find him.

A handsome man sat at the large round table.

A cigarette box was in front of him, but he didn’t smoke and was looking down at emails on his phone.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and stretched out a long arm, as if to embrace her, “Sit next to me.”

Nan Jiaojiao closed the door and sat next to him.

“I’ve already paid, and anything we order now will be on me.”

Bo Yanqing shifted closer to her, his dark eyes fixed intently on her composed face, his lips slightly curling up in amusement, “Call someone over.”

“Uncle.”

He teased, “Not calling me Mr.

Bo anymore?”

“That’s fine too.

You can choose whatever you like me to call you.”

She took out a wedding invitation, “But after I get married, I suppose I can only call you Uncle.”

Bo Yanqing’s eyes twitched, the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he coldly clutched her face, “What do you mean?”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed the invitation toward him, “On the day of the wedding, you should be sitting with the elders.”

Bo Yanqing’s face tightened severely, staring at her ever since she took out the invitation, not sparing a glance at the red color of the card.

The gloom in his eyes deepened.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look away, staring at the steam rising from the dish, she calmly asked, “I’m really hungry.

Can we eat now?”

“Heh.”

Bo Yanqing let out a short, cold laugh.

“Go ahead.”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up her chopsticks, served herself another bowl of rice, and ate what she wanted.

Bo Yanqing sat beside her, not touching his food.

Half a bottle of red wine was down, although he didn’t seem to drink much, each sip was fierce.

In a short while, the aroma of the wine slowly wafted to Nan Jiaojiao’s nose.

She still didn’t glance at him.

Once she was full, she neatly placed her chopsticks down and politely said, “I’m done eating.”

“Full?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Nan Jiaojiao wiped her mouth, took a sip of water to rinse her mouth, and prepared to leave.

She had just stood up when her waist was caught.

The man’s strong arm pulled her into his embrace.

“Uncle?”

Nan Jiaojiao sat sideways on his lap, unable to escape his grip around her waist.

Her shoulder pressed tightly against his chest.

She looked up, the fragmented light of the chandelier entering her eyes, and before she could see his expression clearly, a shadow loomed close, and her lips were kissed.

“Mm…”

Perhaps because she was full, she had the strength to push him a few times and actually managed to push him away, but Bo Yanqing immediately held the back of her head, pulling her back, and their lips met again just seconds apart.

He kissed her roughly, his teeth clashing against hers, biting her on the corner of her mouth.

“You little rabbit, you heartless thing!”