Chapter 1642: Never the Right Person

“If it weren’t for the affection from our younger days, how would you enter the Bo Family?”

Bo Yanching said, “I have already done all I can with kindness and loyalty, I can’t give you anything else. Besides, you know full well why I made you leave Rongcheng City back then, there’s no need to bring it up again.”

Yi Qinghuan felt a rush of heat on her face.

Indeed, it was her pride that was wounded.

Bo Yanching truly loved Nan Jiaojiao to the bone.

It turns out he wasn’t the untouchable flower; he simply hadn’t met someone willing to bring him down from his pedestal. That’s why she fantasized that she had a chance. Before going abroad, Bo Yanching had already established himself in the business world. He was so outstanding that Yi Qinghuan basked in his glory for a long time. She subconsciously elevated herself and wanted to grow up quickly, hoping to marry him and become part of a power couple’s elitist marriage in the mouths of others.

She wasn’t late; she was never the right person.

“Third Brother Bo, I don’t ask for anything else, just to return to the kind of friendship we had before, okay?” She was unwilling to give up, knowing that missing this chance meant she might never have the opportunity to ask again.

Bo Yanching refused outright, “No.”

“Why?”

She spoke in panic, “Is it because Jiaojiao doesn’t like it? I can explain it to her. I can accept her, it’s just that I wasn’t used to it at first. When childhood playmates find their partners, I made those mistakes back then. I have regretted them. Can’t I…”

As she spoke more towards the end, Bo Yanching didn’t rudely interrupt her; she simply couldn’t continue on her own.

Once she couldn’t think of any more words, Bo Yanching finally said, “Sorry.”

Those two words were more ruthless than anything else.

Yi Qinghuan only felt her face growing hotter and hotter. She turned away and tried to calm her emotions.

“Sister Qinghuan, what are you chatting about with Third Brother Bo?”

Song Yuan had finished changing clothes, and there was no one left in the living room. Nan Jiaojiao had escorted her out, and from afar, saw the two of them standing there.

Yi Qinghuan concealed the emotions in her eyes, turned around, and smiled slightly, “Nothing much, just chatting while waiting for you. Have you finished changing?”

Song Yuan made a soft “uh” sound, “Jiaojiao has a lot of clothes she’s never worn. They’ve all been washed and scented with perfume; she let me pick freely, but I feel a little embarrassed.”

Yi Qinghuan curved her lips, her mouth showing a somewhat faint smile.

She looked at Nan Jiaojiao and uttered, “Jiaojiao, I never got to say this: happy newlywed to you.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, “Thank you.”

The Bo Family didn’t send another car to take them.

While leaving, Yi Qinghuan looked back and saw Bo Yanching pull Nan Jiaojiao into his arms, wiping off the foam on her palm that she had mischievously spread.

“Why are you being so playful, making a game of everything?”

With a tone full of petting indulgence, holding his gaze on her unwaveringly, it was gentle enough to squeeze out water.

Nan Jiaojiao scrunched her nose, “Why are you washing this car?”

“It gathered dust in the garage. I’m washing it, and I’ll take you to the mountains in the afternoon.”

Nan Jiaojiao played with circles in his palm with her fingers, “But I want to take a nap.”

“That’s why I’m washing it now. Otherwise, if you wake up and can’t find me, you’ll throw a tantrum, and I won’t be able to handle it.”

Nan Jiaojiao gently shoved him and jokingly said, “Who’s going to throw a tantrum, I’m very well-behaved!”

Bo Yanching laughed aloud, “Such thick skin.”

…

It turned out, the way he loves is so captivating.

…

Mo Tingshen woke from a sleep, and there was no one by his side.

He lay on the bed with just the edge of a blanket over his stomach.

Chu Yao liked to hog the blanket while sleeping, but she was considerate enough to leave a little for him when she left.