Chapter 136: The Self-Proclaimed Mistress

Bo Yanching patted her back, “What’s wrong?”

“A bug, there was, there was a bug.”

His hand paused, he cupped her chin to make her look up, a rare sight of panic on her usually cool face.

“Afraid of bugs?”

Nan Jiaojiao took a moment to recover, realizing she had lost her composure, she calmly descended from his arms, “Not afraid.”

Bo Yanching chuckled teasingly, “Really not afraid?”

Feeling guilty inside, her eyes flitting about erratically, she forcefully asserted, “I’m not afraid!”

Then she climbed the stairs, hands and feet all at once.

This was an unexpected discovery for Bo Yanching.

He grabbed a cup of water and stood there waiting.

When two servants came by, he called them to carefully clean the kitchen, inside and out.

After the acupuncture session, it was just in time for lunch, and Nan Jiaojiao was asked to stay for the meal.

As she descended the staircase, Kang Xiangyue was sitting on the sofa, her gaze on Nan Jiaojiao not as scornful or hostile as before, but still indifferent, barely acknowledging her presence.

“I’ve heard all about it, Bo Qingshan has herbal baths every night, and the cold poison hasn’t flared up since.

Miss Nan really has some skills.”

Nan Jiaojiao, with her hand on the railing and only a couple of steps from the bottom, felt a blockage in her heart and practically fell down the rest of the way.

“That’s to be expected.” She had, after all, taken their money.

Bo Qingshan followed behind, giving Kang Xiangyue a cold glance, paying her no mind.

This is the Bo Family’s house, not her place to appoint herself as the lady of the manor.

The Old Lady was drowsy and couldn’t wait for the young people, so she had lunch half an hour early and went back upstairs to sleep.

Bo Yanching took the seat at the head of the table, Bo Qingshan sat to his left, with Nan Jiaojiao next to him, and Kang Xiangyue occupied the spot to his right, the closest to him.

She was quite satisfied with this seating arrangement.

Feeling perfectly entitled, she let a servant serve her soup.

“It tastes good, even more refreshing than the last time I had it.

Did you change chefs?”

The servant bowed and replied, “The chef is the same; we’ve just added some herbs to the soup, as per Miss Nan’s suggestion.

She said starting with dietary therapy could also help with the young master’s cold poison.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Kang Xiangyue curled her lip and stirred the soup impatiently, before she abruptly put her spoon down, “It’s nothing special.”

“Why has Aunt Kang come to our house again?” Bo Qingshan suddenly asked.

Kang Xiangyue immediately smiled at him, “My father asked me to deliver some documents, and I thought I’d come to check on Grandma as well.”

“Aren’t the documents always delivered by assistants, and besides, Great-grandma has been playing with Xiao Ba all morning.

It wouldn’t be hard to find her, and I didn’t see you go look for her either.”

“I—I couldn’t find the time, I’ll go after Grandma wakes up from her nap, I—”

“Great-grandma likes quiet during her afternoon rest, and she doesn’t like to be disturbed.

Besides, you’d have to wait until the afternoon, which seems like a waste of your time.

Since our family’s food doesn’t suit your taste, there’s no need to force yourself to stay.”

“I—I…”

Bo Qingshan looked innocently genuine as he cornered Kang Xiangyue into a loss for words, and she couldn’t very well argue with the naivete of a child.

She turned her gaze towards Bo Yanching, but the man did not even spare her a glance as he ladled out two bowls of soup, one for Bo Qingshan and the other he placed in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

“Not even food can shut your mouth.”

Bo Qingshan blinked and smirked, obediently falling silent.

Nan Jiaojiao, looking at the bowl of soup in front of her, thought that Bo Yanching had probably just given it to her in passing, but politeness was still necessary.

“Thank you.”

Bo Yanching looked up at her, “I’ll take you after we eat.

Where are you heading?”

“Back to school.”

“Alright.”

It was a very ordinary conversation, with no hint of trickery, but it put Kang Xiangyue on alert.

She was just about to make things difficult for Nan Jiaojiao, when Auntie Wu came in from outside, holding a red festive-looking box.