Chapter 1212: He Never Mentioned You

Han Che deliberately pretended not to see and intentionally drove the car in another direction.

But just as he was turning around, the butler, with two servants, blocked the front of the car, forcing it to a stop.

Han Che inwardly cursed his luck.

He hadn’t had the chance to say anything to Nan Jiaojiao when the butler knocked on his car window, leaving Han Che no choice but to roll it down.

“Assistant Han, Maternal Auntie Wen invites Miss Nan for a chat.”

The butler was adept at gauging people’s attitudes.

If it was Bo Yanching sitting in the car, he would have obediently plastered on a smile.

But not like now — standing with his spine straight, not bowing his head, looking down as he gazed at people, retracting his hand after knocking, and wiping it behind his back.

Han Che didn’t bother being polite, “Who did you say?”

The butler’s expression changed, gritting his teeth, “Our Master, he invites Miss Nan for a talk.”

With just Maternal Auntie Wen, Han Che could still feign ignorance and get by.

But since Elder Bo was being invoked, he had to weigh his options.

Yet Han Che still wouldn’t let go, unable to stomach the butler’s dog-like arrogance.

“Sorry, Master Bo personally instructed me to pick up the Young Madam.

I have to deliver her safely to him or else my job’s on the line.

Please understand, but it’s really inconvenient.”

The butler was skeptical, “Young Madam?”

Han Che cleared his throat, ready to boast about Nan Jiaojiao’s identity, the words almost out of his mouth, when suddenly, a voice from behind said, “Han Che.”

He shivered all over.

Goodness, he felt intimidated as if by Master Bo himself.

The Young Madam and Master Bo were becoming more alike.

Han Che didn’t turn his head and calmly said, “The person our Master Bo recognizes will sooner or later be the Young Madam.

What’s the issue?”

The butler hesitated slightly, his posture bending a little as he looked past Han Che towards the back seat, “Miss Nan, please get out of the car, it won’t take much time.”

Nan Jiaojiao said in a calm voice, “Han Che, unlock it.”

With a click, the lock was pressed down, and Nan Jiaojiao pushed the door open and got out.

The butler led her to Maternal Auntie Wen.

They didn’t even let her inside, just sat in the small garden by the back door, where a stone table was set with fine tea and pastries.

Maternal Auntie Wen gestured for Nan Jiaojiao to sit down.

Then she kept fiddling with the tea set in front of her, brewing a pot of tea, pouring two cups, and only giving the second cup to Nan Jiaojiao.

“This is Tieguanyin, one of the Master’s favorite teas.

Have a taste.”

Nan Jiaojiao accepted it with both hands out of junior’s etiquette, but her hands and back were straight.

She knows how to brew tea too, a skill taught by Elder Nan, often making tea for her grandfather at their home in Green City, so she immediately saw through Maternal Auntie Wen’s mere show of skill.

Like this grand mansion, it’s all just superficial beauty.

After Nan Jiaojiao said thank you, she quietly sipped her tea, not speaking rashly, possessing a steady composure.

Maternal Auntie Wen observed her for a while before slowly starting, “Jiaojiao, how long have you and Yanqing been together?”

Nan Jiaojiao put down the teacup, “Not long, six months.”

“Six months, no wonder.”

Nan Jiaojiao slightly raised an eyebrow, “Is there a problem?”

Maternal Auntie Wen smoothed her hair, letting her hand fall slowly, lightly placing it over the back of her other hand, her legs together, pointing her feet to one side, exuding elegance and grace, her face always with a smile, yet when looking at Nan Jiaojiao, it seemed as if she held unspoken concerns.

“I say this, Miss Nan, please don’t be upset, but Yanqing has never mentioned you to anyone in the family.”