Chapter 1713: That's It?

In the end, he got his way.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t push him away. She waited until someone felt they’d kissed enough and let her go, then she teased, “Is that all?”

Bo Yanching immediately laughed, “Not quite enough. Want to get in the car?”

He looked like he could disguise himself as a wolf and abduct Little Red Riding Hood.

“No way.”

Nan Jiaojiao reached behind his neck to remove his hand, “I have to go, I’m busy.”

Bo Yanching sighed quietly, his charms seemed to be less effective, “Alright, you go ahead.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned in and pecked him one more time.

She had just taken two steps away when it started to rain.

Bo Yanching called out to her, got out of the car, opened an umbrella over her head, pulled her into his arms protectively, and walked with her.

Not far away, Yi Qinghuan witnessed this scene and felt her heart shatter.

She should have let go. Bo Yanching wasn’t someone she could strive for; their relationship was nearly torn apart. She knew she should hide and lower her presence, but she was unwilling to accept it.

Why was it Nan Jiaojiao?

Where did she fall short?

The rain grew heavier, each drop striking her face like a slap. She was about to crush the shawl in her hand, biting her teeth hard, her feet rooted to the spot, glaring intently as they walked away. She raised her hand to wipe the rain from her brows, took a deep breath, and turned away.

Bo Yanching stopped when he was about to escort Nan Jiaojiao to the door, gave her the umbrella, and then stepped out from under it, opening another one in his hand.

He raised his eyebrows toward the front, “Go inside.”

Nan Jiaojiao reached out her hand, and he naturally bent down to make it easier for her to place her hand on his face.

She wiped the rain off his face, “This weekend let’s go back to Mist Garden together. We’ll stay the night with Master, keep her company. Senior Brother will also be there. He’s been on a business trip, but he should arrive by dinner on Saturday.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching took her hand down, “Your hands are cold. Go inside quickly.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, gave him a charming smile, and jogged forward.

He didn’t turn back until she was out of sight.

He didn’t plan to find another place; he stayed right there to wait.

The rain that had been withheld for over half a month suddenly poured down, growing heavier. The large raindrops pounded on the car body, but Bo Yanching seemed oblivious and unfazed.

The only inconvenience was the small space inside the car; he occasionally shifted his legs but could manage. However, his body couldn’t move. Staring at the computer screen for a long time strained his eyes, so he put the computer aside, raised his hand to press his brows, and gently massaged them.

At that moment, the car window was knocked.

He glanced outside.

The window lowered halfway, and Song Yuan grabbed it, “Third Brother Bo, why are you still here? Couldn’t reach Jiaojiao?”

Bo Yanching replied, “Is there something you need?”

“I’ve wrapped up my shoot and need to head back from here. I saw your car still here. I didn’t expect you to be in the car. Let me call Jiaojiao for you.”

“No need, I’ve already seen her.”

Song Yuan paused for a moment, “Then let me find a place for you. The rain is too heavy.”

She was draped in another shawl. The rain seeped onto her, perhaps it was cold as she tightened her arms again and again. The thin shawl like a cicada’s wings clung to her, with the cheongsam underneath outlining her graceful figure. The shawl added a layer above it, creating a hazy beauty in the rain. Her manager struggled to hold two umbrellas over her head, adjusting to match her bent posture.