Chapter 217: It Hasn't Been Long and You Already Don't Recognize Me

Nan Jiaojiao paused, “Been drinking?”

“Yeah.” Bo Yanching gently massaged his temples, his deep breath slowly exhaling, “Is there something?”

“I spoke to Grandma this afternoon, and the day after tomorrow, I’ll take her to my mentor’s place for knee surgery.

I’ll be assisting, following the entire procedure from start to finish.”

“I see, I know.”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt sour in her heart.

He knew, yet he didn’t even ask her about it.

Was it too much trust, or did he simply not care?

“So, you agree?”

Bo Yanching was silent for a moment, as someone next to him spoke to him and handed him a glass of water.

He said, “Wait a moment,” took a couple of sips and said slowly, “Send me the address, and I’ll take Grandma there.”

“Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao hung up first and sent the location to Bo Yanching.

After a while, there was no message from him.

She couldn’t help but laugh at herself sarcastically.

What was she expecting?

Their conversations were awkward, devoid of any closeness or pleasantries, with no more than the necessary information exchanged.

Nan Jiaojiao stood on the balcony for a while, finished a cup of hot milk tea, and went back to her bedroom with her phone in hand.

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao went to school as usual, visited Ye Wanting’s mother in the hospital after school, and ran into someone on her way out.

The overpowering scent of perfume made her dizzy; she glanced back and saw Ye Wanting talking to the woman who had just gone in.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to eavesdrop and left.

Lu Zhenzhen came to pick her up, they had dinner near Feisheng, and then he dropped her off at home.

On the agreed day, Nan Jiaojiao woke up early, still not fully alert, when she suddenly heard a slight noise outside.

She opened her eyes wide and strode to the outside.

There was a figure with his back to her in the dining room.

“Who’s there?”

She scoffed coldly and walked towards it, hand chopping through the air, her eyes suddenly sharpening.

It was Bo Yanching.

He was dressed in loungewear, cradling a clear glass of water in his long fingers, peering at her with deep-set eyes, “Did I wake you?”

Nan Jiaojiao let her guard down, “Why are you here?”

Bo Yanching didn’t reply, placing the glass on the bar and his fingers traced around the rim of the glass, a flash of darkness glinting in his eyes.

“It’s been so short a time, and you can’t recognize me?”

Nan Jiaojiao froze for a moment, tugging at her pale lips, “I just woke up and heard a sound, so I came out to check.

I didn’t expect it to be you.”

A hint of ridicule played at the corner of Bo Yanching’s lips.

He looked up, his expression usual, “Go freshen up.”

“You came over to my place, what about Grandma?”

“The Old Lady gets up late; she’ll need some time for breakfast.

Yaen Chi went over; he will take Grandma to Qishan Road directly.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers overlapped and fidgeted as if she had something on the tip of her tongue but everything was forgotten when she opened her mouth, leaving only a bland, “Okay.”

She went back into her bedroom to freshen up and change clothes.

During that time, she heard the sound of doors opening and closing outside.

Bo Yanching’s presence made her feel considerably more at ease, so she didn’t pay it much attention and got ready before going out.

The man was busy by the dining table, taking out dishes from the food container and arranging them.

Nan Jiaojiao went over, intending to help, but as she reached out, a bowl of millet porridge was placed in front of her.

Bo Yanching sat opposite her, saying softly, “Eat.”

He had placed all her favorite dishes in front of him, leaving his side somewhat empty.

Nan Jiaojiao moved a plate of cold bitter bamboo shoots in front of him and nudged the mushroom meatball soup towards the middle.

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows, giving her a meaningful glance, “Remember my usual tastes?”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded, “I remember.

We haven’t eaten together often, but I remember your habits.”

“So considerate, yet you’re always looking for reasons to get angry with me.”