Chapter 185: Third Uncle Forget About Me

Jhiang Ling felt relieved, “Go get some rest.

Connecting with the Mo Family is a long-term task.”

Shen Shixuan smiled and stood up to go upstairs.

Watching upstairs for a moment, Jhiang Ling heavily set down her coffee cup and cursed under her breath about the bad luck, instructing the butler to seal Shen Shichu’s room windows tomorrow to prevent Ye Shiqing from deciding to jump out of them.

…

One o’clock in the morning.

Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes and went to the bathroom to change clothes.

When she came out, Bo Yanching had just woken up.

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up, “Can’t sleep?”

Casually asking the question, Bo Yanching raised his hand to rub his forehead, but before he received a response, he looked up to see Nan Jiaojiao standing in the darkness.

A thin stream of light from outside the window poured in.

She stood quietly in a full black attire, and if not for her pale, reflective face, he would have almost missed the person standing there.

“Where are you going?”

Nan Jiaojiao walked over and sat down by the bed, where incense was burning on the nightstand, its white smoke drifting past her face.

“Uncle,”

She leaned in close, propped by her hand, but did not touch him and instead pressed her lips against his.

Bo Yanching’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he grabbed her shoulder, pushing a white pill out of his mouth.

He held it up between his fingers for her to see, “What is this?

Not even sparing me from your drugging?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at it, then slowly shifted her gaze to his face, “Will you eat it then?”

Bo Yanching gave a cold laugh, “I asked you where you’re going.”

She didn’t answer.

The man’s deep, unfathomable black eyes grew icy, and his lips tightened silently.

After a standoff, he swallowed the pill.

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Bo Yanching kissed her urgently, pulling her into his embrace and instinctively pinning her beneath him, but his movement was too abrupt and his head suddenly spun.

This dizzy sensation wouldn’t fade no matter how much he shook his head, making him feel even worse.

His body swayed and he suddenly fell back onto the bed.

His hands and feet began to go numb, making it difficult for him to move.

His eyes coldly fixed on Nan Jiaojiao, a bad premonition rising in his heart which panicked him enough to tighten his chest.

“Where exactly are you going?”

Nan Jiaojiao sat up and zipped back her jacket that he had pulled off, leaned down, kissed his lips gently, and was totally calm.

“Uncle, if possible, forget about me.”

“Nan Jiaojiao!”

“When you call my name, I am really scared.

I still prefer it when you call me ‘good girl.'”

Bo Yanching took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then opened them again with softened tone, coaxing, “Be a good girl, don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“No, there’s something I have to do.”

“What about me?” Bo Yanching tried to grab her, but his hand only lifted halfway before falling weakly.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes held a deep meaning mixed with a bit of guilt, barely visible in the thick darkness.

She pursed her lips, never fond of saying any ‘what if’ statements.

“I’m leaving, take care,”

Nan Jiaojiao made sure his blanket was properly tucked and left without hesitation.

Reaching the door, Bo Yanching mustered all his strength to sit up, knocking over the incense burner by the bed.

“You dare, Nan Jiaojiao, you dare to leave!”

Nan Jiaojiao quietly said, “I’m sorry,” turned the doorknob, and closed the door very gently.

She really dared to leave.

She really dared to drug him and walk right out from under his watchful eye.

What if he hadn’t woken up?

Would she not have even bothered saying goodbye?

Bo Yanching reached for his phone and called Han Chuan, “Immediately lock down air, sea, and land.

The moment Nan Jiaojiao appears, capture her and bring her straight back to me!”