Chapter 203: I Won't Come Anymore

Nan Jiaojiao snorted coldly, “Not only does he fancy me, but he’s also madly in love with me.

I’m young and pretty, and I feel comfortable to hold, making him utterly bewitched.”

“You’re simply—”

Teacher Pan made as if to rush over but suddenly stopped, her face alight with schadenfreude.

Nan Jiaojiao turned around to see the man standing in the doorway, his dark eyes seizing hold of her, his handsome face expressionless.

A wave of unfounded fear washed over her.

Bo Yanching walked straight to the desk and asked, “How’s the studying going?”

Bo Qingshan handed over his paper, “Uncle, I finished the exam a long time ago.

Teacher Pan is dragging out the class and won’t let us leave.”

Bo Yanching took the paper and looked it over, while Teacher Pan hurried over to explain, “The young master solved a few problems in a rather complex way.

I was just about to circle them and explain simpler methods to him.”

“But, wasn’t it the teacher who intentionally taught it that way?” Bo Qingshan tilted his head, blinking his innocent big eyes, “I even thought the teacher was deliberately stalling.”

“How could that be.”

Teacher Pan chuckled nervously, continually stealing glances at Bo Yanching’s reaction.

“Go ahead and teach, I’ll be watching.”

Bo Yanching pressed on Bo Qingshan’s head, forcibly turning him back to his paper, then pressed him down towards it.

He stood beside, one hand bracing the desk, slightly turned.

Teacher Pan moved a chair to the other side and sat down, her sharp voice changing through hundreds of tones as she explained the problems in a falsetto.

Nan Jiaojiao became the ignored invisible person, except when Bo Qingshan secretly gave her a thumbs up, everyone else treated her like thin air.

She didn’t feel uncomfortable, sat on the sofa playing games, and after playing a couple of rounds, she set an alarm, pulled on her hood, and leaned back on the sofa to sleep.

When she woke up, it was exceedingly quiet around her.

She opened her eyes to find herself facing the man’s imposing long legs.

Bo Yanching sat on the opposite sofa, legs crossed, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, not smoking, their eyes met, and the man’s deep black pupils stared at her without blinking.

Nan Jiaojiao naturally averted her gaze, sitting up, static crackling as she removed her hat, sending her hair into disarray.

With a casual tug, which did not smooth it down, she walked to Bo Qingshan with her hair all over the place, silently took out the needles, then went back to Bo Yanching, handing him a prescription.

“For the acupuncture, start the second course of treatment this week.

I’ve written down the herbs needed for the medicinal bath.

Immerse for half an hour each day.”

Bo Yanching did not take it, looked up at her and asked, “What do you mean by this?”

“I won’t be coming anymore.”

Nan Jiaojiao placed the prescription on the coffee table, gathered up her acupuncture kit, and said goodbye only to Bo Qingshan as she left, “Don’t call me, whether you need to or not, your illness is almost cured.”

Bo Qingshan immediately jumped off the bed, “Don’t go, I only trust Sister Jiaojiao, please keep coming in the future.”

“I’m not coming.”

“Then, then I won’t get treated!” Bo Qingshan threatened petulantly.

Nan Jiaojiao laughed coldly, “Suit yourself.”

She pinched Bo Qingshan’s wrist, not using much force, and the kid’s wrist went limp and released its hold.

Bo Yanching’s chest filled with a rising resentment, and suddenly he stood up, strode after her, and hauled Nan Jiaojiao, who had just descended the steps, back against the wall, trapping her.

“No longer coming, or is it that you refuse to see me?”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and spoke indifferently, “Neither.”

Bo Yanching’s eyes hardened, “Thinking of walking away half-treated, do you really think my payment is that easy to take?”

Without another word, Nan Jiaojiao pulled out a card, “It’s all here, take it back.”

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows twitched fiercely, “Do you not care at all or are you heartless?”