Chapter 1903: Little Heartless Thing

Bo Yanching was so amused by her that he laughed, “You call this complaining without a cause, acting tough when you’re actually hurt.”

Nan Jiaojiao puffed her cheeks: “…”

“Who am I to you?” Bo Yanching lowered his eyes, gazing at her intently.

Nan Jiaojiao’s mouth quickly blurted out three words: “Future husband!”

“Take out the ‘future’ and say it again.”

“Husband!”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching kept a calm exterior like an old dog, but he was secretly pleased. However, he was still somewhat angry, so he had to show some signs of anger; otherwise, she’d end up pushing him aside every time something happened, and that’s a bad habit that shouldn’t be cultivated.

“I didn’t mean to not think of you, I just didn’t want to disturb your work. I wasn’t seriously injured, and I planned on going directly to you after leaving the hospital.” Nan Jiaojiao finally picked up her conscience, remembering to pacify him.

“That’s not okay, either. If something happens, you should tell me first, no matter big or small. Anything of yours is my priority; you’ll always be more important than work to me.”

Bo Yanching considered knocking her on the forehead but refrained, worried about her bump; he threw the used cotton swab into the trash can, “I won’t scold you this time; the incident came suddenly, and you didn’t have time to contact me, so I won’t blame you.”

“Not really,” Nan Jiaojiao beamed with an innocent face, “I contacted Lu Zhenzhen.”

Bo Yanching paused while twisting the medicine bottle cap. Then, exerting force, he screwed it tightly, his hand veins standing out stark white. He lifted his eyes slowly, biting his back teeth, with a faintly meaningful smile, and said in a low voice, “Oh? You contacted her?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelashes fluttered heavily.

Her survival instinct kicked in belatedly, “She called me.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek, with a narrow-eyed gaze, said nonchalantly, “Stop making excuses to fool me, you little ungrateful.”

Nan Jiaojiao, sensitive to his displeasure, realized he cared deeply about not being the first contact. Being adept at reading faces, she immediately leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Bo Yanching enjoyed it but leaned back pretending, “Stop, I’m not buying it.”

“How about this then?”

She pinched the soft flesh around his waist, poking it with a finger.

Bo Yanching pressed her hand down, “Don’t move around, we’re outside.”

In a suddenly intimate whisper, Nan Jiaojiao blushed, she coughed lightly, “We’re in Doctor Xu’s office, restrain yourself, or when Brother Shu checks the surveillance later, even the footage will seem that you are…”

“Hmm?”

Flirty.

Nan Jiaojiao silently swallowed the word back.

Giggling foolishly, “Are the results ready? Let’s go together. The hospital smell is unpleasant; I want to leave.”

“Soon.”

Bo Yanching pulled out his phone, ready to call Han Chuan, when the door was knocked twice. After responding, with permission granted, Han Chuan pushed the door open and walked in.

“Sir, the results are ready.”

The phone flipped in Bo Yanching’s palm and went back in his pocket.

“Speak.”

Han Chuan didn’t speak immediately but turned to the well-behaved Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the sofa, “Young Madam, the doctor asked if you have any symptoms of nausea or vomiting?”

Nan Jiaojiao, being medically knowledgeable, came to the hospital because she was lazy, and didn’t have the right medication for her wound. She had temporarily lost consciousness due to the concussion, hence a brain check was warranted, as some medical issues cannot be accurately diagnosed by pulse reading.