Chapter 1387: Can I Call You

Mo Tingshen remained silent, not oblivious to Qiao Man’s coquettish behavior, but he was disinterested and had no intention of humoring her.

How could Qiao Man not have a hint of adolescent longing?

She was young, having been in a coma for three years.

If she weren’t the daughter of the Qiao Family, she wouldn’t have been taken to numerous gatherings after waking up, where the ladies of her social circle took the initiative to befriend her, sharing jokes and stories.

She pieced together bits from here and there, barely able to keep up with the current times.

Additionally, being Mo Tingshen’s fiancée meant no one dared to bully or deceive her, allowing her to quickly regain her confidence as a prestigious young lady.

Yet in front of Mo Tingshen, she was always unsure and anxious.

“Brother Tingshen?”

She shyly looked up, her gaze moving from his defined jawline upward, just managing to see his eyes before his large hand suddenly covered them.

“Don’t overthink it.”

His fingers gently caressed her, deliberately pushing her away.

The force wasn’t strong, and Qiao Man slowly released him, taking a step back, looking at him.

“Brother Tingshen, would you like to come in for a while?”

“No, it’s too late.

I came empty-handed, meeting the elders would be impolite.”

Qiao Man didn’t insist, but she felt disappointed.

“Go back and rest early,” Mo Tingshen said in a calm voice.

She whispered, “Can I call you tonight?”

Mo Tingshen paused for a moment, “I might not answer.

I’ve had a lot to drink and will probably fall asleep as soon as I get home.”

“Oh…” Qiao Man was worried, “You didn’t drive, let me have our driver take you home.”

Mo Tingshen didn’t refuse.

He saw Qiao Man inside but didn’t enter the villa.

He stopped at a distance, standing in the open space, watching her go in.

Not long after, a car drove up and respectfully invited him to get in.

Mo Tingshen opened the car door and sat inside, leaning his head back against the seat.

His dark eyes slightly closed, his throat feeling dry, slowly swallowing, the movement of his Adam’s apple reflecting on the car window, blurred by the passing lights outside, mixed with the dim light and shadow of the roadside trees casting over his face, inch by inch.

While waiting at a traffic light, the driver courageously glanced back, seeing Mo Tingshen leaning there, seemingly asleep.

He remembered the young lady’s instructions to say something positive but swallowed the words, not daring to disturb him.

Upon arriving at the apartment garage, the driver finally called Mo Tingshen awake.

He wasn’t actually asleep, fully aware.

After getting home, he took a shower, came out, and picked up his phone to see several messages from Qiao Man.

He glanced at them without reading in detail or replying, just placed the phone on the nightstand, went out to pour a glass of warm water, and pushed the phone further away.

The next day.

Nan Jiaojiao woke up naturally.

She was all alone in bed.

Slowly washing up, she slipped on her slippers and went out to open the door.

Bo Yanching was in the living room, sitting on the single sofa by the balcony with a computer on his lap, holding a cigarette.

Upon seeing Nan Jiaojiao, he casually extinguished the cigarette in an ashtray, exhaling the last puff of smoke.

He deliberately glanced at the time, “It’s ten-thirty, you sleep well.”

Nan Jiaojiao lazily walked over to him.

Bo Yanching closed the laptop.

Before she could reach him, he extended his arms and pulled her onto his lap.

“I’m hungry.”

Bo Yanching meticulously moved the strands of hair off her face, including a few strands draped over the back of her neck, smoothing them to one side of her shoulder.

His voice was gentle, “Didn’t we buy cheese buns at the supermarket last night?

Go make yourself a hot cup of milk and make do with it.

We’ll have a big meal at the old house for lunch.”