Chapter 1392: The Betrothal Gifts

When the staff delivered the fishing rods, Bo Qingshan carried the bucket, shouldered the rod, and walked with Nan Jiaojiao.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t hold onto Qianqian, so Bo Yanching carried her down and grabbed a chair, sitting a bit further away to handle some work.

When he took a break to look over, Bo Qingshan’s bucket was nearly full, while Nan Jiaojiao had only half a bucket of water.

“Didn’t catch anything?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, glancing at him with a hint of bitterness.

Bo Yanching reeled in the fishing rod, finding no bait on the hook, and the pile of bait in front of Nan Jiaojiao was still round and untouched.

He laughed immediately, “Too dirty for you, huh?”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted and nodded.

She had fished with her grandpa before, but she never dealt with the bait.

Every time, she would reel the rod back in and let Uncle Qiu handle the bait.

She thought fishing was particularly easy.

Now, with no one to help, she didn’t want to touch the smelly stuff herself.

“Splash—”

Bo Qingshan dumped all his fish into Nan Jiaojiao’s bucket, proudly boasting, “Who says my Sister Jiaojiao didn’t catch any fish?

Third Uncle, look, isn’t it full now!”

Bo Yanching glanced at him in amusement.

Nan Jiaojiao jumped up and patted Bo Qingshan’s shoulder, “Nice job!

I’ll cook you some fish tonight!”

Bo Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then beamed with a deliberately exaggerated tone, “Alright, thank you, Sister Jiaojiao.”

She picked up the bucket and walked off, Bo Qingshan following closely beside her, while Bo Yanching lifted up Qianqian, murmuring softly, “These generations are all mixed up.”

They took the fish to Aunt Zhan to be prepared, thoroughly enjoying a delicious meal.

Bo Yanching didn’t drink any alcohol, and first took the two young ones home.

By that time, Grandma had already finished dinner and was strolling in the yard.

They accompanied her for a while and left when she went to sleep.

Back at Feisheng, Nan Jiaojiao kicked off her shoes, slipped on her slippers, and headed inside, taking a few of the pastries Aunt Zhan gave her, arranging them on a plate, and sat cross-legged on the carpet to choose a movie.

“Jiaojiao, I’m going to take a shower first.”

She responded with an “oh” without turning her head.

After going back and forth choosing, she settled on an animated film, and by the time Bo Yanching came out, she had eaten all the pastries and took a few more.

With the heating on, Bo Yanching came out wearing a robe, sat on the sofa, and nudged Nan Jiaojiao with his legs.

She lifted the plate of pastries to his face, “Want some?”

Bo Yanching wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, took the plate of pastries and set it aside, then wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up.

He leaned back, letting her lie on him, and with a slight lift of his eyebrow towards the bedroom, he suggested, “Shower?”

“But I haven’t finished my movie yet!”

“How much longer?”

Nan Jiaojiao squirmed on him, reached for the remote, and glanced at the progress bar, “Thirty more minutes.”

When she turned back, the man’s expression had changed, a humming sound filled her head, “I didn’t mean to seduce you.”

“Hmm,” he pulled her closer, murmuring huskily, “But I do.”

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed hard, buried her face in his chest, squirmed a little, then turned towards the TV, playfully scolding, “Let me finish watching.”

Bo Yanching let out a long breath, pulled a thin blanket over Nan Jiaojiao, and ran his fingers through her hair, “Be good, tomorrow I’ll take Grandma and Aunt Chan to Green City to propose.

We’ll be there for about three days, so make sure to lock the doors and windows while you’re home alone.”

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled, “Who dares bother me?

If a thief comes, I’ll just tackle him down.”