Chapter 172: What Do You Want Me to Decide

Father Shen’s aged face was terribly embarrassed, this self-proclaimed “cousin” was still a reach.

But there was no choice, with the power of the Shen Family, it was impossible to clear the area and keep so many people silent.

But Bo Yanching could.

“Do you need my help?” Bo Yanching asked.

Father Shen, “I must ask for your help…

for the juniors.”

Bo Yanching’s lips slightly raised, “Since the wedding has taken place, Miss Ye is now your Shen Family’s daughter-in-law, what else do I need to decide?”

Shen Shichu suddenly looked up, not even giving Ye Shiqing a glance, but pointing at her, he said, “Uncle, are you going to shove such filth onto me?”

Bo Yanching glanced at him disdainfully, “And how clean are you?”

Shen Shichu was choked up and couldn’t speak, his face turning red as he fumed for a while, his malevolent gaze constantly sneaking peeks at the woman behind Bo Yanching.

“Uncle, hand over the person behind you to me.”

Bo Yanching scoffed, just about to speak when he suddenly looked back to see Nan Jiaojiao walking away with her phone.

He then lost interest.

“You married Ye Shiqing, I can help with that, if not, handle it yourself.”

Shen Shichu initially wanted to chase after the woman, but upon hearing this, he clenched his fists tightly and stiffened without speaking.

“Should someone from the Ye Family also step in?” Bo Yanching asked impatiently.

“I’ll decide, this marriage, is agreed upon.”

Ye Jun came over, glanced at Shen Shichu with no particular emotion, a trace of disgust flickered in his eyes before he sighed looking at Ye Shiqing, who was weeping and limp in Lin Shuyun’s arms.

“Today’s bride is only Ye Shiqing, and it can only be her.

Shichu, do you understand what I mean?”

Since it’s a mistake, then let the mistake continue.

The scene was messy but not yet uncontrollable.

They were not celebrities and would not attract excessive attention; soon, some new news would overshadow this drama.

How could Shen Shichu not understand?

He was just unwilling, having lost Nan Jiaojiao for nothing and instead marrying a worthless Ye Shiqing.

The woman he kept as a mistress dared to have an affair behind his back, just for that, he was unwilling.

But he had no choice.

“Fine, I’ll marry.”

Ye Jun wrapped up, “Third Master Bo, about the trending topic, please help us.”

“I can.”

Bo Yanching slightly nodded and then walked away.

Nan Jiaojiao had already left the hotel and stood by the roadside waiting for a car.

“Not even a thank you before you go?”

Bo Yanching caught up with her and stood shoulder to shoulder beside her.

Nan Jiaojiao put away her phone, looked up, and her eyes, just visible beyond the mask, were cold and indifferent, hardly joyous as she glanced briefly at him.

“Thank you, Uncle,” rather perfunctorily.

The man’s smile faltered at the corners of his mouth, sensing something was off, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, I just have some matters to attend to.”

The car she had called stopped in front of her, Nan Jiaojiao opened the door and sat inside, saying through the window, “Goodbye.”

Bo Yanching stood still, watching the car drive away, a weight inexplicably pressing on his heart.

The wedding had barely started when Nan Jiaojiao had messaged Lu Zhenzhen, who usually replied within three minutes, yet there was no response.

Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t contact her.

Nan Jiaojiao took a cab to the Lu Family, but received a call from Gao Zhe on the way.

“Jiaojiao, is Zhenzhen with you?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s grip on her phone tightened momentarily, her eyes cooling as she feigned calmness in her voice, “No, what’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing, if she comes looking for you, please contact me.”

“Sure.”

Gao Zhe immediately hung up the phone, his hurried tone betraying his panic as he looked for someone.