Chapter 1917: I Can Handle It Alone

Song Yuanyuan could hardly suppress the jealousy in her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, pretending that her head hurt, and when she reopened them, she had her usual gentle and tender appearance.

“No, Jiaojiao, you’ve misunderstood. I just feel that I don’t know many people in Rongcheng, and considering my long-standing friendship with Third Brother Bo since childhood, I don’t want to inconvenience you. But with those childhood feelings, it’s actually easier for me to turn to Third Brother Bo, don’t misunderstand me.”

Nan Jiaojiao sneered inwardly.

After filming for three months, Song Yuan only visited the Bo Family twice and didn’t meet Bo Yanching privately. She thought they were merely pure friends, but in reality, she harbored something big.

Her leg was injured because of Nan Jiaojiao, and even though it was unnecessary when the nanny van hit her, Song Yuan still put the blame on Nan Jiaojiao and wanted to seek compensation from Bo Yanching under legitimate reasons. If Nan Jiaojiao were to block this, it would make her seem petty.

Nan Jiaojiao was always annoyed by Bo Yanching’s tendency to attract women. Initially, she didn’t manage it, but when a certain man gets jealous, he doesn’t care for reasons, getting jealous over anything. If another woman sets her sights on him, and she doesn’t stop it, she’ll have a harder time dealing with the man’s entanglement later.

“You can trouble me; we’re all girls. It’s more convenient for me to take care of you than a man, and I don’t mind.”

Song Yuan frowned. Her gaze flickered to the doorway, seeing no sign of any man, so she spoke less politely, “Really, there’s no need.”

“I understand your childhood friendship with my Mr. Bo, but you’ve been separated for many years, haven’t you? After growing up, you can’t still interact as if you’re children. At most, he can help you get medicine, but he can’t take care of you closely. If he were to bathe you, would you have the nerve to close the curtains?”

Song Yuan was angered by the sarcasm and glared directly at Nan Jiaojiao, “Why not?”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows slightly, “No, he’s my man. Today, I’ve already been magnanimous in allowing him to run up and down for you. Try clinging to him after this, and my jealousy will be more effective than your tears. Do you believe me?”

Song Yuan’s pupils shook as she bit her lip, “Are you going to tear me apart?”

“Not necessarily,” Nan Jiaojiao smiled carefree, “Aren’t you lying here because you saved me? I do need to take responsibility. Didn’t I say I’m willing to take care of you? If you need anything, just ask me. Don’t bother him.”

Song Yuan was livid with frustration and refused to agree. Otherwise, wouldn’t this wretched woman cut off her contact with Bo Yanching?

Then injuring a leg would have been a waste!

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t care whether she agreed or not. After making her intentions clear, she returned to the sofa, muted her game, and started playing again.

Song Yuan couldn’t stand it, and whispered through gritted teeth in anger, “One day, Third Brother Bo will see your true colors!”

Nan Jiaojiao responded with a couple of perfunctory hums, but didn’t care in the slightest, nearly causing Song Yuan phantom limb pain in rage.

When Bo Yanching came in, instead of looking at the hospital bed, Song Yuan was weeping pitifully, appearing as though she had just been brought back from the brink, her tears brimming, “Third Brother, maybe you should take Jiaojiao away.”

Bo Yanching had just walked to Nan Jiaojiao’s side, and hearing this, he gave her a look, “What?”

Song Yuan bit her lip, casting a somber glance at Nan Jiaojiao before quickly looking away, as if swallowing something obscure and unbearable grievance, “It’s late, you don’t have to stay at the hospital with me, Jiaojiao must be tired, I can be alone…it’s fine.”