Chapter 1826: Do You Dare to Go?

“You should learn it. The Ye Family has no estate for you to inherit, but the Nan family does. Your little uncle doesn’t want the family business, so it’s up to you to take over. It would be such a disgrace to me if the empire that Elder Nan built with such flair was lost in your hands.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelid twitched, “Can you stop using that motherly tone with me? I feel like every breath you take is a lecture.”

Lu Zhenzhen poked her forehead, “Don’t be ungrateful. Others want to learn from me, but I don’t teach them.”

Nan Jiaojiao slyly thought about getting up, but Lu Zhenzhen’s words kept her in place, forcing her to ingest over half an hour of business knowledge.

A bunch of hard facts that she couldn’t digest, nor dared to walk away from, until there was a knock on the door outside.

She jumped up, “It should be your assistant, I’ll go get it for you.”

The words had barely left her mouth before she ran off with her butt sticking out.

It was indeed Lu Zhenzhen’s assistant, but when Nan Jiaojiao went out, she didn’t see anyone; Mo Tingshen had opened the door and was holding two documents, which he handed to her.

“For Miss Lu.”

Nan Jiaojiao took them, “Hasn’t Chu Yao come down yet?”

“Xiao Yao was here?”

“Yes, she was.”

Mo Tingshen turned to leave, and Nan Jiaojiao added, “She saw you were here, so she went back.”

He turned his head, and his gaze darkened for a moment.

Nan Jiaojiao continued, “She’s doing her makeup, dare to go?”

Mo Tingshen pressed his thin lips, then chuckled quietly, “I really don’t dare. I’ll go help the third brother, and call you all when the food’s ready.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded and went back to the study with the documents.

Mo Tingshen glanced at the entrance, squatted down to move the slippers toward the door, and opened the door wider.

In the kitchen, Bo Yanching was rolling up his sleeves, his suit cuffs clipped into the folds, and he was bending over to handle a fish.

He tossed a small basket of garlic over, “Peel it.”

Mo Tingshen glanced down, leaned his back against the counter, “Have you fallen from grace, Bo Yanching? Even you have times when you’re a househusband.”

“If you think you’re so high and mighty, then get out. Why do you leech off others’ homes?”

Listen to that tone, so brazenly shameless it’s almost commendable.

Mo Tingshen swallowed his pride and dared not retort, “Why so cocky, this is Jiaojiao’s home. My sister hasn’t kicked me out, yet you, a wannabe husband, have the nerve to open your mouth.”

Bo Yanching kicked over.

Mo Tingshen skillfully dodged, pulled out a chair, and sat down, obediently peeling garlic while listening intently to the commotion outside.

Suddenly, he stood up, pulled off the apron from Bo Yanching, tied it around himself, and carried two dishes out.

Placed them one by one, then naturally looked up.

Chu Yao had just walked into the living room and glanced over.

“You’re here too?”

Mo Tingshen said, “I’ve been here for a while.”

Chu Yao was wearing a black dress, her waist was tightly cinched, with only light makeup on her face. Her looks don’t depend much on makeup, always stunning, her hair was clipped with a shark clip, and a few strands of hair fell by her temples, which she nonchalantly tucked behind her ear.

“I saw you called me, I forgot to return it.”

Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, “No worries, we’ll run into each other anyway.”

“Where’s my darling?”

Mo Tingshen was secretly disappointed, after just two sentences, she didn’t want to engage further, despite him thinking about her every day, heartlessly.

He glanced toward the study, “They’re all in there.”

“All?” Chu Yao retracted a foot, “Lu Zhenzhen’s there too?”