Chapter 163: The Superior White Lotus

Bo Yanching placed his phone on the center console, lowered his seat back, and gazed through the car window, his attention fixed solely on Nan Jiaojiao’s window, a pitch-black void.

Yet, a tender softness slowly rippled through the depths of his eyes.

Exhaling rings of smoke from the cigarette in his mouth, he only smoked half before stubbing it out and dozing lightly against the seat.

Nan Jiaojiao slept until dawn and seemed to hear knocking and talking.

Irritated, she furrowed her brows, sat up, and glanced beside her— the man’s place had gone cold.

He really did wait until she fell asleep before leaving.

Stretching lazily, Nan Jiaojiao went to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked down to find Bo Yanching’s parked car gone.

He must have left early.

After washing up, Nan Jiaojiao opened the door to find Ye Shiqing sitting on the couch, wearing a revealing dress that left her entire back exposed, tied at the neck with two thin straps.

The front was styled like a bellyband, and any narrower, her entire chest would be on display.

She held a cup of coffee in her hand and looked over seductively, “Sister, you’re up, did you sleep well last night?”

Nan Jiaojiao calmly walked past her.

The dining room was set with breakfast, predictably arranged by Shen Shichu, all to her liking.

Ye Shiqing followed her and sat down opposite, taunting, “Did you hear any noises again last night?”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up the remote control and turned off the heater.

She pressed a few more buttons, and all the windows in the villa opened, letting in a chilling wind that blew over Ye Shiqing.

She trembled from the cold, wrapped her arms around herself, and stood up, “Sister, why bother with this?

You’ve been playing blind for so long, it’s time to open your eyes.

Even if you’re married, Brother Chu will only ever come to my bed.”

Nan Jiaojiao bit into a crystal shrimp dumpling and lifted her eyes to give a cold glance, looking from Ye Shiqing’s hair down to her toenails.

She asked with a hint of pity, “Were you forced?”

Ye Shiqing was taken aback, then a surge of anger rose in her.

She chattered her teeth from the cold and said accusingly, “Nan Jiaojiao, you did this on purpose!”

“Which part are you referring to?”

Nan Jiaojiao pointed at her with her chopsticks, “I couldn’t tell before, but you seem to have this fetish.

To boast after being tormented like this, I can see now, you take great pride in it.”

Ye Shiqing glared at her fiercely, her lips turning purple from the cold.

She had chosen a particularly breezy dress to provoke Nan Jiaojiao, but now she was too frozen to even muster the energy to retort.

Besides, what could she retort with?

Nan Jiaojiao had countered her without so much as a dirty word, leaving her speechless.

Ye Shiqing temporarily retreated to change clothes in the master bedroom.

Nan Jiaojiao enjoyed a peaceful breakfast by herself.

Before long, the makeup artist and stylist arrived, pushing a mobile rack that held a wedding dress and two sets of traditional Chinese toast attire.

“Miss Nan, shall we start by helping you into your wedding dress before doing your makeup?”

Nan Jiaojiao sat down at the dressing table, “Just do it like this.”

“The thing is, that might be inconvenient,” the stylist said hesitantly, glancing at the sweatshirt she was wearing.

Wouldn’t it mess up the makeup when taking off the clothes?

Nan Jiaojiao insisted, “Do the makeup.”

The makeup artist didn’t dare to agree and sent an assistant to call Shen Shichu.

Returning, she said, “Mr.

Shen says to follow Miss Nan’s wishes in everything.”

As such, the makeup artist had no choice but to start applying her makeup first.

Peeking in secretly, Ye Shiqing stood behind Nan Jiaojiao and cooed, “Sister, you look so pretty.

How about I help you with your veil?”