Chapter 151: Little Bunny Who Am I

After all the commotion, it was late at night.

If Bo Yanching hadn’t been considerate of her health, how could he have let her go so easily?

He waited for Nan Jiaojiao to fall asleep before carefully lifting the blanket, planning to get out of bed, when his fingers were caught.

Bo Yanching turned his head to look, as Nan Jiaojiao snuggled up to him, rubbing her face against his waist and abdomen, and he had no choice but to lean back against the headboard, flipping the pillow to prop against his back.

She was asleep, having gone to bed late after all the fuss, snoring as she lay on him.

Bo Yanching wanted to test if she could wake up, so he leaned in close and whispered, “Who am I?”

“Adulterer.”

“…” He really didn’t need to ask that question!

Not giving up, he asked again, “Who is it?”

“It’s Uncle San.”

As she lay in his arms, calling him with such a difference in seniority gave Bo Yanching a sense of guilt, even making his voice quieter as he asked again, “Who?”

Nan Jiaojiao exhaled, perhaps feeling that she was experiencing hallucinations in her sleep, with something incessantly buzzing in her ear, disturbing her rest, and she swung out a hand, striking something with a “smack.” The noise stopped.

She chuckled, “Bo Yanching.”

Bo Yanching pinched her nose, “You little rascal, who am I?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned over, leaving him with the proud back of her head.

Bo Yanching couldn’t shake off the irritation; he shouldn’t have provoked her, needlessly stirring up a storm of anger within.

The next day.

When Nan Jiaojiao awoke, Bo Yanching had already left.

The warmth beside her had cooled.

She sat in bed for a long while, bemused, recalling whether she had lost her composure the night before.

She must have, probably, successfully maintained her perfect persona.

But her leisure was short-lived when she opened the refrigerator, saw it was empty, and, annoyed, grabbed her phone to call Bo Yanching.

“Where’s my milk tea?

My box of cakes?

The ice cubes?”

Bo Yanching hadn’t even opened his mouth when she bombarded him with questions.

Even through the phone, he could imagine her fuming appearance.

“I threw them out.

From now on, I’ll have someone deliver breakfast and lunch to you every day.”

Nan Jiaojiao clenched her teeth, “Three meals a day don’t conflict with sweets and milk tea!”

“You’re on your period now.”

“Am I afraid of your period?!”

Nan Jiaojiao blurted out, realizing her mistake only after speaking.

The line suddenly went silent, and she felt so awkward she wanted to dig her toes into the ground.

“Darling…”

“Sorry for bothering you.”

Before she could be scolded, Nan Jiaojiao smartly hung up the phone.

Soon after, someone knocked on the door.

A young man in a five-star hotel uniform held a food box and said to her with a smile, “Is this Miss Nan?

This is the breakfast ordered for you by a Mr.

Bo.”

“Thank you,” she said as she took it from him.

“Mr.

Bo said that from now on, our hotel will take care of all your meals.

May I know what time should I bring dinner over?”

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment.

She wasn’t sure if she would eat at home, so she replied, “No need, just leave a phone number, and you can deliver when I ask.”

The young man left her the Manager’s number.

Once the door closed, Nan Jiaojiao carried the food box inside, arranged the items on the dining table—they seemed to suit her taste—and sent Bo Yanching a message.

[The young man is quite good-looking.]

Young man?

Bo Yanching stared at his phone for at least a minute, then raised his hand to signal the meeting to pause.

He looked up at Han Chuan and asked, “Who did you have deliver the breakfast?”

Han Chuan was completely baffled, “A waiter, what’s wrong?”

The man furrowed his brow, “Send a woman next time.”

He tossed his phone on the table and said coldly, “Continue.”

The entire conference room was filled with people, each minding their own business, silently agreeing without words.

Ye Xinyu sat at the end, lifting her hand to hook the hair at her side behind her ear, taking a deep look at Bo Yanching.