Chapter 117: I Went to See Xiao Yao Today

“Come out for a drink.”

Mo Tingshen, clutching his cellphone, laughed, “You usually look for Yaen Chi, so what made you think of me?”

Bo Yanching sat in the car, in a garage where light was sparse even with all four windows rolled down.

His legs uncomfortably pressed against the seat in front, his knees spread wide apart, and his broad shoulders sank into the seat.

Two buttons on his shirt had stretched and snapped during the altercation with Nan Jiaojiao, leaving only a few hanging threads, revealing his starkly defined neck and collarbone.

A lazy sexiness emanated from his very bones.

However, his eyes were darker than the night itself.

His thin lips indifferently pursed, “Yaen Chi isn’t around.”

Mo Tingshen complained, “Am I only someone you think about when Yaen Chi isn’t around?”

Bo Yanching’s lips curved up wickedly, “Be confident, you are.”

“Younger brother, the one who bothered you isn’t me.”

“Are you drinking or not?” Bo Yanching was losing his patience.

“Yes.”

By the time he replied, Mo Tingshen had already dressed, grabbed his car keys, and headed out, but Bo Yanching timed hanging up the call.

He chuckled quietly, walking down the stairs under the corridor light.

There was a sound in the living room.

Mo Tingshen cast a casual glance, catching sight of Mo Suizhi coming out of the kitchen.

In his hand, he held a glass of water, using one hand to wheel his chair, making it difficult to steer.

The wheel bumped into a cabinet, and half of the water spilled out.

“Big brother?”

Mo Suizhi placed the glass on the table, briefly wiped it, and looked up, a smile forming on his handsome face, “It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I need to step out for a bit.”

Mo Tingshen walked over, took a new glass, poured some water, and handed it to him.

“Why didn’t you call the servant if you wanted water?”

“There was none left in my room, and it was too late to call anyone.

Besides, you’ve installed an elevator at home, big brother, so it’s easy for me to get around.”

Mo Tingshen’s gaze never rested on Mo Suizhi’s legs.

After he finished his water, he took another glass, placed it in Mo Suizhi’s hands, and then pushed his wheelchair into the elevator.

“By the way, big brother, I visited Xiao Yao today.

She still refuses to see anyone.

I had someone deliver things to her, and talked to a female prison guard.

She hasn’t been mistreated in there.”

Mo Tingshen’s expression remained cold and difficult to read as he pursed his lips and responded with an inscrutable “hmm.”

Clearly, he didn’t want to talk further.

“Considering the time, Xiao Yao should be getting out soon.

Are you going to pick her up, big brother?”

Mo Tingshen remained silent, escorting him back to his room and personally helped him onto the bed.

Mo Suizhi sighed lightly: “Back then…”

“Alright, get some rest early.

If you need something, call the servants.

I hired these people to look after you, so don’t hesitate to use them.”

With that, Mo Tingshen turned off the light and walked out, never seeing the forlorn look in Mo Suizhi’s eyes behind him.

…

The news of Bo Yanching personally taking Jih Mingyue for medical treatment was the top story all day and was still visible by evening, marked with the word “EXPLOSIVE” following each report.

Kang Xiangyue scrolled through her screen rapidly, the edges of her freshly done nails chipped.

“Who’s gotten you all worked up?” Liu Shi asked, leaning in curiously.

Before she could see what was on her daughter’s phone, Kang Xiangyue swiftly turned it face down.

She muttered lowly, “A bunch of bitches.”

Jih Mingyue and Nan Jiaojiao were among them; anyone who tempted Bo Yanching deserved a thousand deaths.

“Is that worth getting upset over?” Liu Shi handed her a piece of apple.

“Calm down, deal with the scoundrels later.

Your brother will be home soon, and you wouldn’t want him to see you like this.”