Chapter 160: is Tomorrow

Chapter 160: It’s Tomorrow

“You’ll catch me,” Nan Jiaojiao declared confidently and logically, “If it’s any higher, I won’t jump.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow slightly, “You have that much faith in me?”

“I have faith in myself.”

She was precise in her jumping.

Bo Yanching couldn’t help but chuckle and set her down, rarely teasing, “You’re really pushing it, aren’t you?”

Nan Jiaojiao, “How did you know I was here?”

“I came to keep you company.”

Her heart suddenly tinged with sourness, she leaned into his embrace, hugging his waist and finding that her hands could only wrap halfway around him.

Jiaojiao called out sweetly, “Uncle.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek and kissed her in the moonlight, “Feeling upset?”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, “No, it’s you, you really trust me.”

The man pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, his dark eyes pausing before he kissed her cheek, “If you really had feelings for Shen Shichu, I wouldn’t have messed with you from the start.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s smile grew even more charming.

Feeling indebted for him coming over so late, Nan Jiaojiao thought she should say something comforting.

“It’s been tough on you, playing the adulterer for so long.”

She cupped his face and spoke with feigned deep emotion, even managing to put on a pitying expression.

Bo Yanching felt a sudden throbbing pain at his brow but didn’t argue with her.

His visit tonight was just to ask one question, “It’s tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve done all I could with Shen Shichu.”

Bo Yanching arched his eyebrows, his eyes questioning.

“Three years ago, when I returned to the Ye Family, Shen Shichu was the only one who showed concern for me.”

She was the type who would repay a little kindness tenfold.

“Even though I later found out that his visits to the Ye Family were to have an affair with Ye Shiqing.”

Bo Yanching smiled teasingly, “Poor thing.”

She shook her head, “Not at all poor.

I tested him with a design draft; he didn’t dodge and used it directly, proving he’s at least decent.”

Bo Yanching watched her intently, asking softly, “Knowing he won’t backtrack, you’re still staying here?”

“If I don’t stay, how will their act play out tomorrow?”

“Do you need me to play along?”

“No need.”

Nan Jiaojiao, hanging on his neck, called out coolly, “Take me upstairs.”

The man glanced upstairs, “Not afraid of getting caught?”

“He’s busy, sleeping with Ye Shiqing.”

Bo Yanching was now utterly certain that Nan Jiaojiao had no feelings whatsoever for Shen Shichu; otherwise, how could she tolerate her own man sleeping with another woman right under her nose?

He carried Nan Jiaojiao inside, not bothering to change his shoes.

Just as they reached the living room, she began to misbehave, slipping her hand into his shirt and popping open the buttons, then raised her hand in the darkness, grasped with two fingers, and tucked them into his trouser pocket.

Her hand came back to caress his chest, scratching slightly.

“Bo Qingshan says you exercise every day?”

“Mhm,” Bo Yanching lifted her higher and kissed her, teasing her, “How does it feel?”

Nan Jiaojiao licked her lips, “Doesn’t feel too obvious to touch; it’d be different if you took it off.”

“You little tease.”

Bo Yanching tightened his hold around her waist, “Which room?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t turn her head, simply pointed in the direction of the guest bedroom.

He looked up to check, but before his gaze could shift, Nan Jiaojiao pulled down his shirt collar and lifted herself up to kiss his lips.

Bo Yanching didn’t refuse, supporting the back of her head to make it easier for her.

But the little rascal wasn’t content to stay still, swinging her legs.

He lost his grip, the strength in his arms momentarily fading, and nearly dropped Nan Jiaojiao.

“What are you doing!” His fingers pressed against the corner of her mouth, slightly parting them, his voice husky and disordered, “Let’s get into the room first.”