Chapter 1501: Scalds the Tongue

Especially when that girl called him “uncle,” Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing.

Bo Yanching took off his suit, folded it casually and placed it on the bench. He was wearing a black shirt inside with a neatly tied tie. He untied the tie and loosened a button on his shirt, revealing his faintly visible collarbone. When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, fully displaying the mature man’s charisma. He always dressed in suits, looking quite serious, while Nan Jiaojiao liked to dress young, inadvertently widening the age gap between them. His handsome face rarely showed a smile, making him look more like the owner inspecting the restaurant than someone dining in a hotpot place.

The girls at the nearby tables glanced over, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Nan Jiaojiao sensed it, gently kicked him, and whispered, “That’s enough, don’t be so mature. If you take more off, it’s inappropriate.”

Bo Yanching slowly lifted his eyes, giving her a look.

She thought he would stop, but instead, he undid his cufflinks, rolled up his shirt several times, pushing it up to his elbows.

Nan Jiaojiao was almost dizzy. She scooted over to sit beside Bo Yanching, leaned close to his shirt collar with the open button, and whispered a warning, “That’s enough, Bo Yanching. Who are you trying to seduce in public? Take off at home, don’t let others see!”

Bo Yanching took the opportunity to hook her waist, “How will you introduce me next time?”

“Fiancé!”

“Hmm?”

She cast him a sidelong glance, her brows slightly furrowed, wondering why he was so insatiable. She had already made a significant concession.

But this time Bo Yanching didn’t plan to indulge her. Nan Jiaojiao gave him several looks, yet saw no change in his attitude. With a gritting of teeth, she whispered, “Husband!”

Bo Yanching lowered his head, his ear seeking out her mouth, “Say what? I didn’t hear clearly.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face was full of embarrassed frustration; anyone unaware might think she was teasing him, but her expression seemed like she was being humiliated.

Those two words were really hard to say; she was too shy to utter them out. Her little mouth moved several times before finally sputtering out, “Calling you husband… “

His lips curved slightly upward, and he patted her head, “Good girl.”

Nan Jiaojiao quickly wanted to sit back, but Bo Yanching wouldn’t allow it. He held her waist and pulled her back to him, outfitting her with an apron, and seated her right at his side.

Her bashfulness was momentary and didn’t affect her appetite.

After finishing hotpot, Bo Yanching went to pay the bill and got two mint candies. Holding Nan Jiaojiao’s hand as they walked out, he unwrapped one candy and fed it to her mouth, slipping the candy wrapper into his trouser pocket.

Nan Jiaojiao took the other candy from his hand, unwrapped it and fed it to his mouth too, slipping the candy wrapper into his pocket as well. After extracting her hand, she intended to hold his hand, but with a gust of wind blowing, it wasn’t cold, yet she playfully hid in his arms.

Bo Yanching draped his suit over her, wrapping her up on the way back to the car.

Once home, without turning on the lights, Bo Yanching picked Nan Jiaojiao up and lifted her onto the shoe cabinet, pondering for a moment. He held her steady, placed one foot on the round stool, and put Nan Jiaojiao on his foot while kissing her and simultaneously reaching for her ankle to take off her shoes.

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a gentle push, her hands slightly curling against his shoulders, “I haven’t digested yet, every time we come back you’re like this. I’ll get bored.”

Bo Yanching lowered his head and gave her a peck, “Not doing it tonight then?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

He laughed lowly, “Want to watch some cartoons together?”

Trying to set the mood?

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t bear him gently rubbing her forehead, it was too intimate. She leaned back a bit, “I want to work on my design sketches for a while, won’t take long.”