Chapter 1283: Attempted Murder

When they came out of the police station, Nan Jiaojiao’s mind was in a daze.

Oh my goodness!

The one-sided abuse had somehow been turned by Bo Yanching into Bo Yichen being charged with attempted murder.

Du Junfeng acted quickly and soon got hold of the hotel surveillance footage.

Nan Jiaojiao was there as well and saw with her own eyes in the footage that Bo Yichen and others harassed Song Yuan first, and Nan Jiaojiao’s retaliation was self-defense.

Then, afterward, being locked in the room, the spraying of the fire extinguisher on the doorknob was all clearly captured by the footage.

As for the footage of Nan Jiaojiao later going to trouble Bo Yichen, that part was missing.

There was footage of people being carried out by ambulances, though.

But the police found a lot of drug-use paraphernalia in the room.

“Did you put those there too?”

Nan Jiaojiao held back for a long time, and finally, upon getting into the car, she tugged on Bo Yanching’s sleeve and began asking.

“I didn’t need to plant that stuff.”

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment and then understood, with only one thought in her mind—rich people really play it wild.

Also, it’s Bo Yichen’s recklessness to blame; he was so sure no one would catch him — gathering people to use drugs, the evidence was crystal clear, and the amount found was enough to have everyone present sentenced.

Bo Yanching even tagged on an attempted murder charge, easily looking at a ten-year sentence or even the death penalty.

“Is he really your biological brother?”

Bo Yanching looked at her, “Different from Shuxian.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently gave a thumbs up, “Aren’t you turning black and white upside down?”

“Not at all,” Bo Yanching held her hand, pressing her thumb gently, “Who would believe you, a weak girl, could single-handedly beat up a group of men, right, little law-abiding citizen?”

Oh, he was just deliberately teasing, stirring things up.

Nan Jiaojiao punched him, but her fist was wrapped in his palm, and the force was dissipated.

“Are you hungry?”

Nan Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow, “Am I a pig?

How many meals do I eat in a day?”

Bo Yanching chuckled softly, “Not fat at all, a few midnight snacks won’t hurt.”

Her eyebrow twitched even more, shaking like a massage gun, and she grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach, “Feel it yourself, I’ve been cooped up and fed by you, just eating and lying down, I’ve gotten as round as a ball!”

Bo Yanching really pinched the small bit of flesh protruding from her stomach.

With him feeding for so long, how come it only grew this much?

“Not fat.”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to kick him, and she actually did, but as soon as her foot went out, he seemed to anticipate it, caught it, and placed it on his thigh, naturally massaging it.

As the comfort set in, Nan Jiaojiao huffed haughtily, “What are we eating?”

Bo Yanching pressed the corner of his lips, but his eyes were full of suppressed laughter, “Your choice—hot pot, barbecue, street food, Western cuisine is fine too.”

Does he have to be this varied when it comes to food?

Nan Jiaojiao pondered internally, “Let’s go to the night market for some skewers.

I’ve been here for so long and haven’t explored the Capital City’s night market.”

“Alright.”

Bo Yanching called out for Han Che.

Han Che understood, and without needing navigation, directly drove to the nearest night market.

It was in the Ancient Town, full of alleys and lanes, and the lights from the shops on both sides of the street were enough to illuminate the stone-paved road below.

Though they talked about eating barbecue, in fact, other than the small skewer Nan Jiaojiao initially had in hand, the rest of the food was bought because both her eyes and her stomach craved it.

Whatever she couldn’t finish, Bo Yanching took care of.

As they continued eating, when they got the food, Nan Jiaojiao divided it into two portions, handing one to Han Che, and after taking a couple of bites from her share, she passed it to Bo Yanching.