Chapter 2051: She's Not That Petty

After eating, Bo Yanching took the bowls to wash.

Nan Jiaojiao pulled out two napkins to wipe her mouth.

The gaze from the side was too intense; she couldn’t pretend not to feel it even if she wanted to. Courageously, she looked back, not afraid of Song Yuan’s gritted teeth expression. She thought she had to wrap up the lousy lie Bo Yanching had fabricated.

“Oh, it really wasn’t good.”

Song Yuan…

“What are you so proud of?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow twitched, “What am I proud of?”

She actually dared to pick up the conversation and talk back. Song Yuan glanced at the man in the kitchen, just a back view. She shifted her wheelchair over, and Nan Jiaojiao stepped back, “No, if you fall, I’d still be blamed. Let’s keep some distance. It’s better for both of us.”

Song Yuan frowned, “You won’t be arrogant for much longer. You won’t get past the Bo Family’s hurdle. Even if you marry, it won’t matter.”

“Oh, I know.”

Saying the same stale things over and over, as if acting in some script.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to tangle with her. She stood up just as Bo Yanching came out, holding a kitchen towel to wipe his hands. He naturally took the napkin Nan Jiaojiao used to wipe her mouth and threw it into the trash together.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Nan Jiaojiao stretched out her arms to him.

Bo Yanching chuckled silently and picked her up, “Lazy you.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned into his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, unwilling to take a single step.

Song Yuan tried to keep her head down and not look; she was on the verge of losing control, afraid jealousy would consume her and make her do something rash in front of Bo Yanching.

However, Bo Yanching turned back after passing her, politely asking, “Didn’t you have something to say?”

“Huh?”

Song Yuan looked up, seeing him holding Nan Jiaojiao intimately, gritting her teeth, diverting her gaze.

“Nothing, I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here to recover.”

Bo Yanching frowned; was it really just this she’s been dwelling on since the evening?

When he was taking Qianqian upstairs, Song Yuan looked as if she couldn’t speak with others around.

Just two sentences, was it necessary to say it without a third person present?

“No need to thank me, it’s Grandma’s house. She can let anyone stay.”

“But… but you’re also the host. I had to say something to you, and besides…” She deliberately glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, “You’re not alone now; what if someone gets upset?”

Her “someone” was too pointed, making Bo Yanching quite unhappy, his tone a lot colder, “No, Jiaojiao isn’t that petty.”

Song Yuan’s heart trembled; she didn’t expect him to speak so plainly, hurriedly trying to explain, “I—I didn’t mean anything else, Third Brother, don’t get me wrong.”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching responded lightly, didn’t even say goodnight, and carried Nan Jiaojiao upstairs.

Song Yuan blinked, failing to hold back her tears, biting her lower lip hard to stop herself from crying out. Through tearful eyes, she glared venomously at Nan Jiaojiao, wishing to tear that bitch to pieces.

Doesn’t she have legs herself!

Jumping into a man’s arms right in front of others.

Shameless! Despicable! Brazen!

Bitch!

Song Yuan returned to her room, throwing all the pillows from the bed and sofa. She didn’t touch anything that could make a sound. Her heart was burning with rage, almost consuming her, but it still wasn’t enough. She stomped on the pillows for a long time, biting her fist, turning her angry screams into muffled sobs.

It’s suffocatingly frustrating!