Chapter 250: Auntie Her Name is Nan Jiaojiao

Ye Xinyu left dejectedly.

“Xiao Ye,”

the Finance Director patted her shoulder, “you just overstepped your bounds.”

Ye Xinyu’s face blushed, her fingertips tightly clutching her palm, “Does Master Bo have a girlfriend?”

“Look at you, still overstepping, aren’t you?

Whether Master Bo has a girlfriend or not, his private life is not something you and I can discuss, not even behind his back.

Master Bo hates it when people can’t separate personal matters from work.

You have an impressive resume and capabilities, so don’t be foolish.”

Her little crush was not hard to guess; she usually didn’t show much, but a few words let an experienced person see right through her.

Maybe Bo Yanching also knew?

“I understand, it won’t happen again, please continue to advise me, senior.”

“Of course, I’ve dealt with your father a few times, we’re quite friendly, but here at the company, you should still call me Manager.”

Jinglan.

After waking up, Nan Jiaojiao didn’t see Bo Yanching.

After washing up, when she sat at the breakfast table, she remembered to give him a call.

Everything he’d instructed her about, she had seen and eaten already; not wanting to dampen his enthusiasm, she obediently agreed.

She tidied up the room, left the place, and went home to change her clothes.

“Little fairy, the item I asked you to pick up is needed by noon, same address, but I’m tied up right now, would you mind picking up the painting and delivering it for me?”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, “I only agreed to pick up the painting.”

“I know, this is an emergency.

How about this, consider it a favor owed to you.”

Nan Jiaojiao, “I prefer to settle accounts immediately.”

Han Qi didn’t understand her personality.

Hearing her say that, was she greedy for money?

But he was so wealthy, yet she hadn’t shown any interest.

“Alright, I’ll give you a car; come here, and I’ll give you the keys.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows; she had casually mentioned it and unexpectedly got a car for free, truly money burns a hole in the rich’s pockets.

“Address.”

Han Qi immediately sent her a string of addresses.

Nan Jiaojiao first went to the antique street.

The ancient painting was stored in a rectangular lacquered wooden box with finely carved patterns on the body, and the corners of the wood had worn off its original color, being rounded from years of handling.

Indeed, it was an antique; even the box itself was worth several million.

Exceptionally, Nan Jiaojiao took a taxi.

After getting out, she found that the address Han Qi had given was an old mansion, with many luxury cars parked at the entrance, and servants in bright uniforms were welcoming guests.

Nan Jiaojiao stepped forward holding the box.

“Han Qi asked me to bring this.”

The two servants exchanged glances, their attitude towards her polite and courteous, “Young Master Han instructed us first thing this morning to have you bring it in once you arrived.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “Please lead the way.”

“Follow me.”

The servant led her inside, passing a peony-patterned screen, then along two rows of clivia plants, climbing the stairs, past the gallery, and further inside, the sound of voices gradually grew louder.

It seemed a banquet was being held.

Nan Jiaojiao saw Han Qi coming towards her dressed in a suit, taking her hand and looking at her with eyes full of warm smiles, “You see, I told you I would pick you up, but you insisted on coming yourself.

It turns out you went to pick up the painting in secret.

Giving such an expensive gift on our first meeting, how shall my grandfather reciprocate?”

“Ah Qi,” a middle-aged woman approached, dressed not in luxurious clothes but very appropriately, her eyes mild and a scholarly air about her.

She glanced gently at Nan Jiaojiao, “Who is this?”

Han Qi stood beside Nan Jiaojiao, raising his eyebrows with a smile, “Aunt, this is Nan Jiaojiao, she’s my girlfriend.”