Chapter 1219: It's Your Reputation on the Line

Nan Jiaojiao nodded in a panic.

Bo Yanching couldn’t listen to a word and dragged Nan Jiaojiao away.

His legs weren’t good, but at this moment, his walking speed was actually more than half of normal.

Nan Jiaojiao noticed a few long scratch marks on his face, all bleeding.

“Was it Second Sister who scratched you?”

Bo Yanching hadn’t noticed before, but he touched it and hissed lightly, “It’s no big deal.”

The area around it was swollen and red, how could that be no big deal?

His next sentence immediately dissolved Nan Jiaojiao’s sympathy for him.

“She didn’t come out well either; I tugged her ear until it turned red.”

“…You, do you have a tendency for domestic violence?”

Bo Yanching was taken aback, his eyes quivering as he looked at Nan Jiaojiao, “Absolutely not, I never lay a hand on women, except my Second Sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao corrected him, “But your Second Sister is also a girl.”

“She—”

Bo Yanching wanted to say that since childhood, Second Sister was mischievous, the ringleader of kids.

When he was young and physically weak, bullied by other kids, Second Sister with her hair in pigtails, in her pink dress, single-handedly took down five or six kids of the same age.

Ever since then, she thought she was destined to be a sword-wielding heroine of the martial world.

But in today’s society, there’s no room for her martial dream, so she went to a military academy and pursued a life of the martial.

He didn’t want to fight back, in fact, it was always Second Sister who hit him.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he only blocked.

Otherwise, not to mention his face being scratched, getting his hair pulled bald and body crippled would definitely be possible.

But Bo Yanching didn’t plan to say all this.

He feared the more he spoke, the more it would seem like an excuse.

He withheld those words, squeezed her palm, “Don’t you know what kind of person I am?

We’re just playing around, spend some more time with us and you’ll see, I definitely don’t have a tendency for domestic violence, I can’t even bear to pinch you hard, let alone hit you.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “I was just asking for fun.”

He chuckled softly, leaning his head closer to hers, “Was it fun?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt embarrassed being so close to him, especially with eyes watching from all directions; she pressured out a cough, “Mr.

Bo, have some decorum, look at the occasion.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, hooking her waist slightly to bring her closer, “Afraid of who watching?

If my dad sees me pampering his daughter-in-law like this, he’d be too pleased.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt a chilly shiver down her neck, not out of fear, but from his teasing causing goosebumps to rise, she covered his mouth in shy protest, “Give me a break, I just got in the door, can I maintain my composure for a bit, if I expose my true nature, it’s your reputation that’ll be lost.”

Bo Yanching was amused by her, turning his head to dodge her hand, Nan Jiaojiao feared his mouth would say something she couldn’t handle, as he dodged, her hand chased after him.

Knowing she was annoyed, Bo Yanching sensibly surrendered, “Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll be serious now.”

“That’s more like it,” Nan Jiaojiao glared at him, putting her hand down to support his arm, “Go sit over there, I’ll take care of the scratch on your face.”

The first-aid kit was already on the coffee table, Yaen Chi had retrieved it.

The place they were sitting was the tea room, also closest to Mr.

Bo.

The Yezi brand had been put away, stacked neatly to one side, Yaen Chi waved at her, “Little sister-in-law, over here.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even dare to lift her head.

Some socially awkward titles can really make a person’s neck bend.