Chapter 1230: I Killed Someone

Bo Yanching glanced at the thick green mass in Deng Chan’s hands, his eyelid twitched, “Weren’t you supposed to go to the hot springs with Jiaojiao?”

“I’m about to go, I let her go first, I’ll take some things before going over, didn’t she tell you?”

Bo Yanching couldn’t remember if she had said otherwise, anyways, aside from Nan Jiaojiao, he didn’t really care about anyone else.

Bo Yuman interjected: “What are you thinking about?

Look at yourself, when you don’t see her for a while, you act like you’ve lost your soul.”

Bo Yanching clicked his tongue.

Bo Yuman hurriedly said, “I’ll go find her, definitely won’t let your well-behaved wife be alone, alright?”

The slight impatience he’d just felt was repressed.

Before he could say another word, the phone rang, conveniently already in his hand.

Seeing it was Nan Jiaojiao calling, he immediately picked it up.

“Jiao…”

“…”

A heavy breathing sound.

Bo Yanching was taken aback for a moment, “What’s wrong Jiaojiao?”

“Bo Yanching, I seem to have…”

Nan Jiaojiao appeared to have difficulty breathing, struggling for breath, as each word seemed to spew mixed into an airy sound.

“Killed someone.”

Bo Yanching instantly gripped the phone tightly, “Where are you?”

“At the hot springs.”

“Wait there, don’t hang up, I need to hear your voice at all times, are you still in danger now?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the corpse lying a few steps away, face down, no sign of breathing, she’d seen dead people before, but had never been this scared.

The wound on her right hand split open, bleeding profusely.

“No.”

“Wait for me!”

Bo Yanching rushed out, although his legs weren’t capable of walking fast, a few strides turned surprisingly swift, his body acknowledged the pain, sweat was trickling down his temples, yet he seemed oblivious.

Mo Tingshen and Yaen Chi followed him out, unsure of the situation, but hearing a word or two, and with Bo Yuman telling them what’s happening, the two men walked straight towards Bo Yanching without a word.

Mo Tingshen pushed a wheelchair over for Bo Yanching to sit on, Yaen Chi took the crutch away.

Bo Yanching didn’t refuse.

He hadn’t asked who was killed, only concerned about whether Nan Jiaojiao was okay.

She was so well-behaved, when eating candy and seeing a stray dog, she would break off a piece to feed the dog.

When she saw a stray cat, she’d crouch down to pet it.

Since knowing her, let alone murder, she’d never even killed a fish.

As for who died, he didn’t care, he’d carry countless lives.

All the way, Bo Yanching dared not think, yet couldn’t help but think, he kept talking to Nan Jiaojiao, initially, she’d respond, later only her breath was heard.

“Bo Yanching, I’m really in pain, won’t talk anymore.”

“Okay, okay, don’t talk, stay on the call, I’m almost there.”

Bo Yanching lowered his head to look at the man in front of him, “Mo the Fox.”

Mo Tingshen’s eyes shot downwards, the corner of his lips curved, yet no smile emerged, it was the first time he’d heard Bo Yanching using a tone akin to “pleading” to call him.

“I’ll go faster.”

A few minutes later, the group entered the hot spring room.

Just a few steps away, Bo Yanching got down from the wheelchair, reached out for the crutch, but Yaen Chi’s handover was a bit slow, not managing to hand it over, he opted not to take it, quickened his pace, knelt down on one leg, held Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.

She was initially motionless, her body pressed down, shoulder against her knee, as if lacking strength, when Bo Yanching lifted her, only then did he see she still held a fruit knife in her hand.