Chapter 1938: Not Letting Her Leave

“Why is he picking me up? It’s not even on his way.”

Song Yuan probed, “Didn’t he often pick you up when you were at the film crew?”

“Oh,” Nan Jiaojiao gently set the chair legs down. Although her sitting posture wasn’t particularly elegant or ladylike, her innate ease and calmness exuded an ethereal aura. Yet, the hint of a smile that was neither here nor there in her eyes somehow felt cold. “Anyway, we meet at home every day, so it doesn’t hurt to see less of him during the day.”

Song Yuan secretly took a deep breath.

That bitch!

How dare she use such a casual tone?

If it were another woman, never mind being doted on by Bo Yanching; just being able to exchange a word with him would make them happy for ages. But she was completely indifferent!

Song Yuan was full of envy, yet curious about how Bo Yanching interacted with Nan Jiaojiao in private. She tried probing for information, but Nan Jiaojiao would always change the subject.

Like she was sick.

She barely got any answers, only managing to frustrate herself.

Song Yuan simply stopped talking as well, leaning against a pillow and falling asleep without setting an alarm. On purpose, of course, thinking that surely Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t leave her alone when she was sleeping.

Who would have thought, half-asleep, she’d hear voices beside her.

She didn’t want to wake up, but her shoulder was nudged, “Yuan Yuan, get up and have a bite. Don’t just sleep.”

Song Yuan irritably opened her eyes, meeting Mrs. Song’s concerned expression. She immediately looked around, “Where’s Nan Jiaojiao?”

“I’m still here, Miss Song.”

Song Yuan glanced at her, frowning, then asked Mrs. Song to help her up. Mrs. Song ordered the servants to set up a small table on the bed for the food, but Song Yuan raised her hand to stop them.

“Jiaojiao, I don’t want to lie in bed anymore. I’d like to eat at the coffee table. Could you help me over there?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked over.

Song Yuan added, “I just thought, since it was you who carried me onto the stretcher last night, they couldn’t manage it.”

Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to understand the sarcastic undertones and responded cheerfully.

She lifted Song Yuan from the bed, with Mrs. Song quickly grabbing a thin blanket to cover her legs, carefully escorting them to the sofa.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao let go, before she could straighten up, Song Yuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

“Jiaojiao, join me for a meal. Mom brought lots of food.”

Nan Jiaojiao declined, “No, I’m leaving now.”

“You’re leaving?”

Song Yuan tightened her grip on her hand, determined to press her onto the sofa, “You’ve taken care of me all day. At least have a meal, besides—”

She deliberately paused, speaking meaningfully, “Tonight I’ll still be needing your help. How can you manage without food?”

“Tonight?” Nan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows twitched.

“Yes, mom’s just delivering food. The place she’s staying now isn’t convenient. She has to go back to the hotel to tidy up, and my dad was invited out by some friends in Rongcheng City. He’ll surely drink a lot, needing mom’s care, leaving no time for me.”

Nan Jiaojiao internally chuckled.

She had merely mentioned wanting to eat the sweet and sour chicken wings Bo Yanching personally made, and that had Song Yuan fixated on not letting her leave.

She came here performing a part, and Song Yuan knew it too, even cooperating. But now she couldn’t hold it together anymore, probably imagining Nan Jiaojiao leaving and being affectionate with Bo Yanching while she stewed in the hospital. Why?

“Sorry, tonight doesn’t work out. I’ll come again tomorrow.”

Song Yuan pouted in grievance, “Mom, Jiaojiao she…”