Chapter 1386: Unreal

Yaen Chi waved his hand grandly, saying, “No worries, take the flowers.”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, “Just this once.

After all, using the proceeds from selling a friend makes my conscience uneasy.”

Yaen Chi: “…”

What the heck???

Conscience?

Does she even have that thing!

Before Yaen Chi could burst with anger, he decided to offer a smile instead, opting out of volunteering for humiliation and searching for his dignity later.

After dinner, with no other entertainment, the few men cleaned up, and as they left, Yaen Chi pettily took all the unfinished wine with him.

Nan Jiaojiao did nothing, and after everyone left, Bo Yanching came over to hug her and take her to the bathroom for a shower.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs swinging, “Will you wake me for breakfast tomorrow?”

Bo Yanching looked down at her, “Do you want to eat?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” she reminded him, “I’m not setting the alarm.”

The man chuckled, “Then don’t eat.

Wait till you wake up, then eat.

In the afternoon, we’ll go to the old house to pick up the two little ones and take them to the amusement park.”

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her face against his chest, leaning for a while, and simply buried her face into his chest, laughing muffledly, “I want you to wash up.”

He didn’t say a word of nonsense, immediately turned on the bathtub faucet, stripped her in two or three moves, and washed her under the showerhead before carrying her into the tub.

…

The elevator stopped on one floor, then opened again on the next floor.

No one came in.

Yaen Chi wondered, “Isn’t it one elevator per apartment?

Why is it opening?”

“I think I accidentally brushed against it.” Qiao Man stood by the number keys, glanced back, then moved aside.

She didn’t even realize, without a card or password, how it could have just opened.

Nor did she notice Mo Tingshen gazing at Chu Yao’s door.

As the elevator doors closed, he lowered his eyes to hide the deep, cold light in them.

Yaen Chi called a designated driver.

He left first.

Mo Tingshen and Qiao Man walked to the car park of the supermarket.

She hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, so she drove.

As it was nighttime, visibility wasn’t great, so she drove slowly, worried Mo Tingshen would be anxious, adding an explanation.

“No worries,” he leaned against the car door, the seat belt tight around his waist, silently glancing at her once, just once, without much emotion, then turned to look out the window, “It’s fine to drive slowly; your eyes haven’t fully recovered since waking.”

Qiao Man looked at him, not particularly feeling the sweetness in his words.

Instead, she felt like she was a burden.

Qiao Man bit her lip, gripped the steering wheel, and said nothing more.

She wanted to drive Mo Tingshen back, but he refused, saying he couldn’t let her drive back alone, so the car ended up at the Qiao Family’s home, with the servants coming out to drive the car in.

Qiao Man wanted to chat with him, but Mo Tingshen maintained a mild attitude, standing under the street lamp now, lighting a cigarette, one hand in his trouser pocket, wearing dark casual attire, his tall figure exuding inherent elegance and nobility, the shadow at his feet extending towards the light.

Opposite of her.

Suddenly impulsive, Qiao Man ran over and burrowed into the man’s arms.

“What’s up?”

Mo Tingshen didn’t hug her but moved the hand with the cigarette further away.

Qiao Man tightened her hold momentarily, then loosened, looking up at him, her heart racing intensely.

“I just feel it’s a bit unreal.

I’m about to marry you.”

“Hmm.” Mo Tingshen responded blandly.

Without saying anything else, leaving her a bit embarrassed, her fingers involuntarily clenching and relaxing, “Last time when you took me to try wedding dresses, I was really happy.

Since I first saw you at eighteen, I’ve dreamed of one day marrying you, and now it’s coming true.

I’m a bit scared.”