Chapter 144: Throwing Herself into Master Bo's Arms

They stopped at a deserted pavilion.

Ye Jun leaned against a pillar with a cigarette in hand and turned to ask her, “Can you stand the smell?”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, indicating she didn’t mind.

Ye Jun was really so angry that he wasn’t thinking clearly, taking several attempts to light his cigarette, his hands shaking holding the smoke, even the rings he blew were bent and twisted.

“How long have you known?”

“A month ago.”

“Knowing that…you still agreed to marry Shen Shichu?”

Ye Jun originally wanted to ask more bluntly, but those words were too vile, he couldn’t bring himself to say them.

Moreover, in his memory, this sister had always been the quietest, demure and clever, though occasionally he felt her gaze was too sharp and cold.

Nevertheless, she had never done anything out of line.

Although she wasn’t exactly lovable, he found himself paying extra attention to Nan Jiaojiao.

He wanted to make up for the familial love she had missed out on when she was younger.

“I’m not going to marry him.”

“So certain?”

Ye Jun walked over, glanced at the cigarette in his hand, and then sat down about a meter away, “The Shen Family has already sent out the wedding invitations.”

“My name isn’t on the invitations.”

Ye Jun thought about it, indeed, it only said the Young Master of the Shen Family and the daughter of the Ye Family.

“The bastard, he’s even thought of a way out!”

Nan Jiaojiao shrugged and laughed, “So, it won’t matter if I don’t show up on the wedding day.”

The only thing Ye Jun could think of was a baby swap, but then he thought, if the second branch of the family really had the gall to switch brides, his grandparents would be the first to object, as they cared the most about face.

“Do you need me to step in?”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a look, “No, don’t do anything.”

Ye Jun had more to say but held back, taking a deep drag on his cigarette instead.

When it was burnt out, he stood up, “Let’s go, I’ll take you out to eat.

After the meal, I’ll send you back.

Where are you staying now?”

A ripple flashed in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes, suppressing her astonishment, “They’ve saved some food for you.”

“Just the same few dishes, I’m sick of them.

I feel like eating something spicy for a change of taste.”

He walked ahead, and Nan Jiaojiao followed.

They ate at a hot pot restaurant.

As soon as they sat down, Ye Jun took off his suit and vest, wearing only a shirt, dressing less formally.

In such an environment, he didn’t seem so out of place.

He didn’t eat much but frequently used the serving chopsticks, several times adding food to Nan Jiaojiao’s bowl.

After eating, he asked her where she lived.

Nan Jiaojiao was in a bind; as a poor student, if she were to admit she lived in Feisheng Apartment, it would undoubtedly provoke more questioning, so she casually gave an address nearby.

The actual place was just two blocks from Feisheng; she walked slowly back.

The night breeze was cool, Nan Jiaojiao tucking her hands into her jacket, when suddenly her steps halted.

Bo Yanching stood under a streetlight, dressed in the same clothes he had worn when they went out together at noon.

He had removed his suit, leaving just a black shirt with the tie loosened and the top button undone.

As he inhaled and exhaled smoke, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, appearing both languid and seductively charming.

Warmth filled Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes, and her mind heated up without thinking, she ran over.

Bo Yanching, hearing the footsteps, instinctively opened his arms and embraced her fully.

Nan Jiaojiao’s momentum was so strong he was forced to stagger back several steps, his hand bracing against the lamppost to steady himself.

The man’s brows quirked, extinguishing the cigarette to free his hands to hold her.

He brushed the hair from her cheeks to behind her neck, his fingertips lightly tracing her cool earlobes.

Bowing his head to the side, as he spoke his thin lips brushed against her hair, “What’s wrong?”