Chapter 1859: Jealousy

Her heart was in a panic, yet she still insisted on staring straight at Nan Jiaojiao. “You’re really not afraid that I’ll go back and tell Grandpa and Grandma about this?”

“Then will there still be a place for you in the Ye Family?”

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t polite at all. “I’m not interested in competing with you for favor, but if you insist on tattling, go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had anything you could use to keep me in line.”

When she finished, she stayed standing there for a while longer. Ye Xinyu opened her mouth several times, but in the end couldn’t get a single word out.

Before leaving, Nan Jiaojiao even gave her a polite little nod.

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt something.

Under the streetlamp stood a tall, slender man. He was holding a black plastic bag in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his suit pants. His brows were slightly raised, his eyes curved with a faint smile as he looked at her. The sharp lines of his face were coated in a thin, pale layer of light. With the light at his back, the shadow at his feet stretched toward her.

Bo Yanching lifted his hand and beckoned. “Come here.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows tipped up lightly. When she lowered them, a hint of laughter fell into her eyes, and she trotted toward him, cheerful.

She hadn’t even reached him yet when he came forward first, naturally wrapping an arm around the small of her back and pulling her into his arms. “You’ve made progress. You actually know to wear a jacket now.”

Nan Jiaojiao had just thrown on a thin shirt over herself. He still had to praise her for something this small, and she soaked it right up. “I’m very well-behaved, okay? Otherwise, if you caught me, you’d start nagging again.”

Bo Yanching raised a brow. “So now you’re sick of me?”

“Nope.” Her mouth was especially quick.

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek. “Hungry? Want to go out for a late-night snack?”

Nan Jiaojiao took his hand and put it on her waist. “I’m on a diet lately. No food.”

He squeezed. “You’re fine. I still can’t pick you up with one hand. Eat more—another two pounds won’t make a difference.”

“Don’t be like that. You’re being especially evil right now. Persuading a girl to eat a late-night snack in the middle of the night is already a heinous act!”

Bo Yanching especially liked it when she pretended to be all serious while still acting like a little scamp. He just held her close, but the direction they were walking in was being steered by her, heading toward the crab-roe noodles shop outside the complex. So who was the one saying one thing and doing another?

He lifted her up with one hand. “Forget it, then. Let’s not eat. Otherwise you’ll just turn around and blame me after you’re full.”

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped her arms around his waist, looking back reluctantly. “Just one bowl. I won’t eat it, I’ll just have a couple bites. You can have the rest.”

“No.” His stride was firm. “I’ve taken the blame too many times. I have to wise up sometime.”

“Bo Yanching…”

“Don’t call me with that little kitten-scratch voice of yours. I’m really pissed tonight. Be good and I might just calm down.”

Nan Jiaojiao instantly went quiet, though not completely. In a small, muttering voice she added, “Seven days…”

Bo Yanching: “…”

Ye Xinyu had also seen Bo Yanching.

She’d been truly terrified then, frantically looking around for a place to hide. Her steps were so big she tripped herself and ended up throwing herself down behind a hedge. She didn’t dare make a sound. There was even a trash can by her feet, and waves of rancid stench kept drilling into her nose.

She’d been pampered and spoiled since she was little, dressed in fine clothes and fed good food. She’d never been this humiliated, but now she couldn’t care about that. She’d just been talking to Nan Jiaojiao far too recklessly, picking out the nastiest barbs on purpose. She had no idea how long Bo Yanching had been standing there, how much he’d heard, whether he would hold it against her.

Her heart was pounding up in her throat. She didn’t even dare blink, and she didn’t dare show herself, staring wide-eyed through the gaps in the leaves.