Chapter 218: I won't allow it no reason why

“What?”

Nan Jiaojiao had just inhaled a spoonful of rice porridge, her voice drowned out by his.

Bo Yanching adjusted his sitting posture, and somehow, there was an indistinguishable irritability in his brows and eyes.

“It’s nothing.”

Her eyes flickered and she didn’t ask further, bowing her head to eat.

The breakfast was eaten with difficulty, the atmosphere stiff.

Bo Yanching seemed to have little appetite, only eating less than half a bowl of rice porridge and a few chopsticks of bitter bamboo shoots before he stopped, pulled out a cigarette and held it between his fingers.

He didn’t light it up, his body slightly titled to the side, his dark and deep eyes looking at her.

His gaze was stark, a dark shade quietly lurking, seeping even deeper.

Nan Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable, she gently placed her bowl on the table, and the man’s deep voice timely rose, “Leave it, the hotel people will come to collect it tonight.”

She pondered for a moment, “I might sleep over at the ancestral master’s place tonight.”

Bo Yanching’s face darkened in an instant.

He didn’t know any ancestral master, he had never heard of such a person.

After Bo Qingshan became ill, he had been searching for the Medicine God and Xiao Nanshan without success for many years.

He hadn’t spared any effort for the Old Lady’s legs, had consulted numerous renowned doctors both domestic and foreign, but to no avail.

They had consumed quite a bit of medicine, and some toxicity remained in her body; besides, with her age, she had long given up.

Even though Bo Yanching was reluctant to accept it, he had gradually compromised with the situation, only wishing the elder could live her remaining life comfortably and peacefully, without further troubles.

He would never have agreed to it had Nan Jiaojiao not asked him personally.

But to him, staying over was overstepping bounds as after all, her lousy master was a man.

“No.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, “Why not?”

Bo Yanching looked straight at her, his eyes held a profound silent intensity that was quite captivating.

“I don’t allow it, there’s no reason.”

With that, the man stood up, glanced at her clothes, and said, “Go get a coat.”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to say something in rebuttal, but she didn’t dare upset him and dejectedly went back to her room.

When she came out, Bo Yanching had already cleaned up the dining table, arranging everything into two food containers placed at the door.

“The hotel people will come to collect it.”

Seeing Nan Jiaojiao looking at him, he explained.

She nodded, went to the entryway to put on shoes, and followed him into the elevator, one after the other.

Qishan Road.

Shen Shichu and Ye Shiqing had been there since early morning, Lin Shuyun was also with them, having waited at the door since before dawn without seeing anyone enter or leave the villa.

“How is it going?” Lin Shuyun asked.

Ye Shiqing’s face was grave; she had just been hung up on by Bian Xiaoxiao.

She shook her head: “The master said she can’t leave there for now and told us to wait.”

Lin Shuyun expressed her displeasure, “And how long are we supposed to wait?”

“She said there is an emergency at the association that needs to be dealt with, she’ll call me when it’s over.”

Shen Shichu’s brow furrowed, a look of impatience flashing in his eyes as he shot her a glare.

Ye Shiqing immediately coaxed soothingly, “It’s just a setback, Brother Chu, don’t worry, the master will come.”

Shen Shichu gave her a cold look, and in the presence of Lin Shuyun, he restrained himself from exploding, raised his hand and roughly loosened his tie, his actions rough and agitated, his complexion visibly darkening.

At that moment, a car drove up.

Shen Shichu lifted his eyes, his facial expression suddenly frozen.

Bo Yanching had driven the car himself, with someone sitting next to him.

The car stopped at the entrance for less than a minute, the servant opened the door and respectfully ushered the person in.

The car stopped in the front yard, Bo Yanching opened the passenger door, leading out a slender figure.

Shen Shichu’s grip on the window sill tightened suddenly.

That was—!