Chapter 1693: Contact

The pretty boy was surrounded by a group of beautiful women and left.

Soon, a servant came to lead Yaen Chi inside.

His room was arranged on the third floor, which seemed to be the office area. Next door was a very large study, then a gym; this was the only room available for sleeping.

“The young master occasionally takes a rest in this room. He has been gone for two months this time, and the sheets and bedding are all brand new and unused. He specifically told me to arrange for you to stay here.”

Yaen Chi nodded, “That’s great, thank you.”

“Supper is being prepared. The ladies have already had dinner, and there aren’t many ingredients left, but I’ll make a few more dishes for you. Is there anything you don’t eat?”

“No.”

“Alright, then you can rest for now. I’ll come up and call you later.”

“Wait,” Yaen Chi called the person back. He pursed his lips and asked a gossip question, “How many wives does your young master have?”

The servant laughed, “Many, coming and going, a lot. The young master is very generous; he never forces a relationship, and if one wants to leave, he gives them a generous breakup fee.”

Yaen Chi snorted with laughter, “He’s quite flirtatious.”

The servant didn’t respond, nodded, and gently closed the door as he left.

Yaen Chi turned around in the room, looked for places he could hide things, found nothing fishy. It seemed to be the pretty boy’s private space, no cameras or listening devices, very safe.

Not long after, the servant came to knock on the door, calling him downstairs to eat.

The large long dining table, not exaggerated, could accommodate more than twenty people at once.

The table was not fully laid out, but there were more than ten dishes.

Yaen Chi was used to a lavish lifestyle and was particular about food, though not to the extent of Mo Tingshen who pursued even details of flavors. But he had seen the world, and now he considered he was opening his eyes, even he didn’t eat as well as the pretty boy.

Just as he sat down, the woman who returned with them also sat across from him, throwing him a glance.

“Hey handsome, isn’t eating alone lonely? I’m hungry too, I’ll accompany you.”

Yaen Chi glanced at her, “Not calling me brother anymore?”

The woman’s face changed, she instinctively looked around, her lips pressed tightly. Her smile was somewhat forced, “What are you talking about? My man would get jealous if he heard.”

Yaen Chi chuckled.

Such little guts.

Scared like that, the woman didn’t dare bother him excessively anymore. After eating, he kindly chatted with her a bit before going back to the room upstairs.

Once the door was closed, Yaen Chi walked to the window and pushed it open.

In the center of the fountain below stood a sculpture of a person.

He looked closely, and then laughed. The pretty boy, fair and tender, his small lean figure was sculpted into a robust man, his face was sharp and angular, except the brows and eyes looked alike, but the cheek lines were clearly defined, none of the plumpness on his face was sculpted.

Almost like two different people, giving a beautiful face an 800-mile boost.

Yaen Chi shook his head and laughed; leaning against the window frame, he pulled out his phone.

Midnight.

Bo Yanching seemed to sense something, woke up inexplicably, the phone screen flashed for a moment, he picked it up to look, a certain icon quickly flashed across the screen and disappeared.

He was instantly awake.

Propped his elbow, lifting his upper body slightly, a surge of emotion made him forget that his arm was being used as a pillow by Nan Jiaojiao. Hearing her hum, Bo Yanching quickly halted, put down the phone, lay back, and pulled her into his embrace.

“Good girl.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded indistinctly, “Hmm?”

“Asleep, huh?”

… No shit!

Bo Yanching kissed her forehead, “I’m particularly happy tonight, especially happy.”