Chapter 1229: Fell Into the Trap

The splintering debris pricked his feet, and Bo Yichen’s reaction was as if several knives had simultaneously stabbed him, causing him to shrink back in fear.

“Aren’t you just a plaything!

If others can play with you, why can’t I?

Is it just money you want?

Name your price, it’s not like I can’t afford it!”

“What do you count as!”

Nan Jiaojiao initially wanted to ignore this person since this wasn’t her place, and even Bo Yanching didn’t feel much affection for it.

As for his relationships with Bo family members, she never asked, but the one lying on the ground was definitely someone he loathed.

Moreover, the man’s words were too harsh, and even if she wanted to hold back, she couldn’t suppress her temper.

She cursed and was about to leave but felt unsatisfied and returned to add another insult, “You’re not even worth one of Bo Yanching’s fingers!”

As soon as the words were spoken, Bo Yichen’s face changed again, unable to hide the malice and jealousy.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t care about his mood; she cursed and then left.

Her things were on the small table between the two lounge chairs.

She reached out to grab a towel, and as she bent over, a sudden, unknown dizziness overwhelmed her, as if a mighty force was pressing on her.

Her vision blurred for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, the view was unclear, even double.

She couldn’t muster any strength in her hand, and the towel fell down.

She realized something was wrong and steadied herself before turning her head.

Bo Yichen no longer seemed as pitiful as before; he was indeed in pain, but at this moment, the thrill surpassed the pain.

He leaned back, sitting with malicious eyes fixed on her.

“I told you before, this is the Bo Family; it’s easy for me to do some tricks.”

He used one hand to support himself on the ground and stood up shakily, approaching her, “Feeling dizzy?

Powerless?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the side incense.

“Very alert,” Bo Yichen chuckled sinisterly, “I gave you twice the dose compared to others, originally not wanting to alert Bo Yanching.

Didn’t expect you were quite tough, even dislocated my arm.

Now that you’re in my hands, I’m going to torment you to death!”

Anyway, even if Bo Yanching finds out, I’ve already had my fun; at most, he’ll just vent his anger at me.

We’re connected by blood; no matter how it is, Bo Yanching won’t tear faces with me over an outsider.

His mind was full of Nan Jiaojiao leaning by the window, that fox-like face, making him uneasy.

…

Bo Yanching couldn’t hold his cards properly, they fell, touching the card at the very edge.

Yaen Chi reacted quickly, his hand was swift, and pushed the fallen card out.

“Is this the card?

It’s the one Brother Yan, you played out yourself.

I’m just waiting for this card to win, thanks to my Brother Yan, you truly are my good brother!”

Yaen Chi pushed the card and picked another, winning instantaneously, grinning so much that his eyes almost squinted into wrinkles.

Bo Yanching showed little expression, quickly finished the game, and pushed his chair to stand up.

Mo Tingshen asked, “Not playing anymore?”

Bo Yanching didn’t respond to them; his cane had switched from supporting his armpit to being held in his hand.

He slowly walked towards the doorway, just in time to meet Bo Yuman returning, “Where are you going?”

Bo Yanching asked, “Why are you here?”

Bo Yuman found it strange, “If not here, then where?

I just handled some matters and came back; tonight, I’ll stay with Dad till dawn no matter what.”

Deng Chan came downstairs, glanced at the mahjong table as she passed, and asked, “What are you two blocking here for?”