Chapter 1506: If You Don't Know, Then There Isn't

“Ahem…”

Nan Jiaojiao wiped the corner of her mouth. “He didn’t.”

“Can you really know if he did or not?”

Nan Jiaojiao replied matter-of-factly, “If I don’t know, then it means there’s nothing.”

“So, there is something?”

“I really don’t know. How could I know if he did or not? If he really wanted to hide a mistress, do you think he’d let me find out?”

Lu Zhenzhen leaned back in her chair, held a cigarette between her fingers, skillfully lit it and blew out a couple of smoke rings. It didn’t calm her inner turmoil, and with her lips pressed, she said, “Then how the hell do I know!”

Nan Jiaojiao almost responded, but she was choked back by a mouthful of pastry. She carefully glanced at Lu Zhenzhen’s expression and the phone set aside. She had overheard the call earlier, and even though she didn’t hear what the other person said, Lu Zhenzhen’s rare emotional outburst could only be because of Gao Zhe.

Uncertain of how to comfort her, she placed a hand on Lu Zhenzhen’s shoulder and after a long pause, finally said, “Want me to take you out to find a man?”

Lu Zhenzhen’s eyes slowly shifted to the side, giving someone a sideways glance, and sneered, “I thought you were going to say ‘my condolences.’ Take me out to find a man—won’t Bo Yanching get mad when he finds out?”

“He won’t know, so how could he get mad.”

Anyway, if the sky falls, there’s a mouth to cushion it.

If it’s not discovered, it’s fine; if it is, just sweet-talk him a bit. At most, Bo Yanching might scold her a few times; he wouldn’t bear to hit her. In other words, having a fling is no big deal.

Lu Zhenzhen didn’t join in her antics; she wasn’t in the mood today. After finishing their meal, she sent Nan Jiaojiao back home.

After finishing her bath, Nan Jiaojiao stood in front of the cabinet picking out snacks when Bo Yanching returned. As he changed shoes at the entrance, he looked in and casually asked, “Didn’t have enough for dinner?”

Nan Jiaojiao pulled out a bag of taro chips and turned to look at him, “I was full. Didn’t you eat?”

“You can’t eat much at social gatherings.”

Bo Yanching loosened his tie and placed it along with his suit jacket on the sofa back, “I’ll see what’s in the fridge and fix something. Will you have some?”

Nan Jiaojiao touched her belly, “No, I’m full.”

He nodded and walked into the kitchen.

The sound of the fridge opening and closing was barely audible, yet Nan Jiaojiao inexplicably felt a chill down her spine.

She should have realized he wouldn’t have eaten much at those gatherings. Coming home hungry to a cold house while she snacked in front of the TV—no matter how you think about it, it’s a bit heartless.

Feeling sheepish, Nan Jiaojiao put down her snacks, tiptoed into the kitchen, and hugged him from behind.

Bo Yanching instinctively shielded Nan Jiaojiao, keeping her behind him while he fried an egg, preventing any oil splatter from hitting her.

Turning his head, he squinted at her, “Why suddenly so clingy?”

She said softly, “I’m sorry, my cooking isn’t good, and I’m not considerate enough. I let you come home hungry.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, thinking this wasn’t good, the little girl is about to get emotional on him.

Not wanting to deal with it, he glanced at the frying egg, turned off the heat, and picked her up in his arms.

“Food and sex are both primal desires. It’s not midnight snacks I crave more, it’s you. How about you satisfy me first, then I’ll think about filling my stomach?”

Nan Jiaojiao lowered her head to meet his kiss, teasing his lips before breaking away. She glanced back over her shoulder, stretched out a hand to hold the door frame, preventing him from walking out.

“How about you fill your stomach first? I’m worried if we get into the bedroom, you won’t make it out tonight.”

“What did you say?” Bo Yanching thought he must have misheard.