Chapter 1255: Not Playing With Him Anymore

Ye Wanting gulped nervously, “Alright…”

“That’s the spirit,” Yaen Chi pushed a small plate of spicy seafood pasta in front of her, “Eat up.”

Ye Wanting awkwardly reached for the fork.

As she dug in, she lifted it up only to find none of the noodles clinging to the fork; they all fell off.

After dinner, they first sent Ye Wanting home.

Then headed back to Bo Yanching’s apartment.

Yaen Chi had to help Bo Yanching upstairs.

“Don’t forget the contract, make sure it’s detailed.”

Nan Jiaojiao was walking ahead.

Bo Yanching deliberately lagged a few steps behind just to say this to Yaen Chi.

Yaen Chi chuckled in exasperation, “Brother Yan, you used to be so generous, waving big amounts that are more than what I gave you today.

We’ve mentioned the contract twice now; is my memory that bad?”

“You know that was in the past.”

Yaen Chi asked, “What’s different now?”

“I’m saving up to support my wife,” Bo Yanching scrutinized Yaen Chi, “You wouldn’t understand, you’re still blowing cash.”

“…” Yaen Chi’s face twisted; he couldn’t hold it in, purposefully gripping Bo Yanching’s hand tighter, “You’re a tycoon saying these things—how shameless!”

“Ow!”

Bo Yanching let out a light hiss.

Nan Jiaojiao dashed over quickly, bumping Yaen Chi aside, and anxiously supporting Bo Yanching, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?

Where does it hurt?”

Bo Yanching rolled up his sleeve, revealing a red patch on his arm.

“It’s nothing.

I didn’t pay for dinner, and the poor guy vented his frustration on me.

I understand.”

Yaen Chi’s eyelid twitched, sensing trouble.

Sure enough, Nan Jiaojiao glared over, “Brother Chi, that’s not right of you!

If you weren’t embarrassed to have dinner with Wanting, we wouldn’t have gone with you.

You were supposed to pay anyway!

Now after using us, you’re getting rough.

How could you do this?”

“No, Jiaojiao, don’t believe him!

It’s not like I can’t afford a meal.

Haven’t you noticed how Brother Yan has become more and more…”

…Tea-like.

“Fine!

I won’t eat your food from now on!”

Nan Jiaojiao stomped off angrily, pulling Bo Yanching along, stopping every few steps to check his injury.

Instead of noticing the wound, she saw the scratch on Bo Yanching’s hand, which looked even redder than a few seconds ago.

Bo Yanching comforted, “It’s nothing; we’ve been like this since we were kids.

Yaen Chi is younger than me, so it’s natural for me to indulge him.

Maybe I haven’t been playing the role of host well enough.”

Yaen Chi: “…”

“Why care about him!”

Nan Jiaojiao racked her brain, trying to find the filthiest word she knew, realizing “damn it” was the most potent yet reluctant to say it, so she shouted resentfully, “Not playing with him anymore!”

Yaen Chi: “…”

Bo Yanching’s lips curved slightly.

His Jiaojiao was so easy to tease, always adorable when she was flustered.

Nan Jiaojiao was genuinely angry, not even glancing back as she slammed the door shut with force.

Yaen Chi felt a headache coming on.

A surge of emotions bottled up inside, unable to release, leaving him breathless and disoriented, needing to lean against the wall to wait it out.

Who could have imagined that the most serious guy among them, who never cracked a smile at a joke before, would change completely when in love—acting all sly, tea-like, and…

so secretly saucy!

“My Jiaojiao” had almost become his catchphrase.

Always catching a chance to flaunt it to everyone.

…

Rongcheng City.

Mo Tingshen had taken a nap at the hotel.

After waking, he caught an afternoon flight, landing in Rongcheng city by six.

He followed the crowd out, splitting off at baggage claim until only a few people were left moving around him.