Chapter 1308: Nothing to Say

Huh?

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t quite make out whether that was a human language or not.

The three people playing cards beside her threw down their cards and looked over with amusement.

“Mo the Fox, how long have you been holding that in?

Xiao Yao has been gone for almost a month now, and you’re just asking now.

Even if there was something to say, it’s gone cold by now,” Yaen Chi laughed, almost grinning ear-to-ear.

Loo Jinyang said, “Brother Mo, if I make fun of you a bit, will you make things difficult for me later?”

Huo Linxi sneakily asked, “Brother Mo, will Xiao Yao come on the wedding day?”

“…”

Yaen Chi burst out laughing, “You’re really good at talking!”

There was no way Chu Yao would come.

Out of sight, out of mind.

These days, whenever she opened her phone, she would see news about her.

She had joined a new team and was filming, with videos from the set all over major apps.

She was busy but idle, with no time to think about Mo Tingshen, her convenient brother.

Nan Jiaojiao waited until they stopped laughing, then looked steadily at Mo Tingshen, “Why are you asking this?”

Mo Tingshen raised his eyebrows for a moment, “Just asking.”

“Then don’t ask,” Nan Jiaojiao’s voice turned cold, “She hasn’t mentioned you at all, hasn’t congratulated you or thought about you.

Just go on with your wedding.

Since you have someone by your side, why worry about your sister?

Stop thinking of her, and it’s doing her a favor.”

Her words were truly unkind.

If she were just Bo Yanching’s wife, it would be overstepping, no matter how good the relationship was.

But she and Chu Yao were almost of one mind, sharing the same temperament.

Usually, either they didn’t care, or nothing stayed in their hearts, but if you really provoked her, she was like a little Tibetan mastiff—not biting at just anyone, but attacking that one person precisely.

Mo Tingshen was stunned for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly, “She’s just my sister.”

Everyone present could understand the meaning behind those words.

Bo Yanching originally wanted to mock him a bit, but thinking about Mo Tingshen’s years of endurance and compromise with the Qiao Family, he couldn’t bring himself to kick a man when he’s down.

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao back and continued to put on a cartoon for her.

Yaen Chi still had a smile on his lips, but it was no longer as gloating as before.

He collected the cards and threw them into Mo Tingshen’s lap.

“Why the long face?

Play a few games.

In the state you’re in, if we don’t win something from you today, we won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled, set down his glass, shuffled the cards with one hand, lit a cigarette with the other, and placed the cards in the middle, “Who’s up?”

Loo Jinyang picked up the cards to deal them.

Yaen Chi grabbed a handful.

Mo Tingshen took the last hand that no one wanted.

He wasn’t in the right state tonight and lost a lot.

By the end, he was so lost he couldn’t keep his eyes open, smoking and drinking constantly, barely able to hold the cards, slumped on the sofa, his black eyes slowly narrowing.

It was Yaen Chi who took him home in the end.

As soon as they got in the elevator, Nan Jiaojiao jumped on Bo Yanching’s back.

Ever since his leg healed, as long as he was beside her and there wasn’t a third person around, she wouldn’t take a step and always wanted him to carry her.

Bo Yanching was conditioned to respond, instinctively holding her legs and lifting her onto his back, unlocking the door with his fingerprint, and pressing open the entrance door.

“Don’t be so harsh when you speak to Mo Tingshen in the future—he’s had a tough time.”

“What’s so tough about him!” Nan Jiaojiao wrinkled her nose, “He has a fiancée, yet he always pushes Chu Yao into the open.

A casual search of Chu Yao’s news always links back to him.

He runs a film company and should know how much rumors can affect an actor.”