Chapter 254: Bo Yanching Take Care

Han Qi reined in his smile and suddenly looked anxiously at Nan Jiaojiao’s face.

When his gaze returned to Bo Yanching, a shade of dark coldness had already surfaced, “Third Master Bo, your words are too harsh.”

Bo Yanching scoffed, “You’re so protective of her, then take her.”

As the words fell, he was ready to leave.

A cold, clear voice came from behind him: “Bo Yanching.”

He halted, turning around.

Nan Jiaojiao only said two words: “Take care.”

In Bo Yanching’s eyes, a burst of fire suddenly exploded, like fireworks that had once bloomed in the night sky, slowly retreating to darkness, leaving only a haze of ash.

She was bidding him farewell.

After such an ugly scene, she could still remain calm and bid him farewell with as much dignity as possible.

An inexplicable panic welled up in Bo Yanching’s heart, and he almost wanted to rush forward to hold her tight in his arms, to cling to him wherever he went, not allowing her to go anywhere, just to stay by his side.

But Nan Jiaojiao was too reserved and too fierce.

She did not wish to hide behind any man.

“Take care.”

After the silence, Bo Yanching spoke again, his voice had become cold.

Passing by Han Qi, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes focused forward, the corner of his mouth coldly lifting, “You know full well what my relationship with her is, and yet you follow her in calling me ‘Third Uncle.’ Aren’t you disgusted?”

Han Qi smiled: “Not at all.

I like her no matter what.

Since she calls you ‘Third Uncle,’ I consider you her Third Uncle, too.

What’s wrong with following her lead?”

Bo Yanching glanced at him.

The man, accustomed to high positions, possessed calm and unflappable composure, and his calm gaze was actually the most dangerous.

After a glance, Bo Yanching’s hands slid into his pockets, walking while he fished out a cigarette pack.

The lighter was blown out several times in the cold wind; by the time the cigarette was lit, his feet had already stepped onto the stairs.

After turning a corner and passing through the archway, his figure was no longer visible.

Han Qi’s hands, which had been hanging down, clenched tightly, his body tensed with force.

Only when he relaxed did he realize that he was trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath to adjust his state and walked up to Nan Jiaojiao, apologizing: “Sorry, I shouldn’t have made that joke with you.

I won’t do it again.”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot, tears held back, with several red veins bursting in the whites of her eyes.

She looked at him like this.

Like a wolf that had walked into a trap, weeping blood.

Han Qi hadn’t been intimidated by Bo Yanching’s aura but was shaken by a glance from Nan Jiaojiao, his scalp numbing, his lips touching several times before he could tremble out a voice: “What’s wrong with you?

Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

Nan Jiaojiao kept silent, just staring at him.

“I was wrong, I really was.

Hit me to vent your anger, don’t bottle it up.

It makes me feel awful when you’re like this.

Say something to me, make a sound, will you?”

Han Qi wanted to touch her but didn’t dare, his hands moving up and down in the air.

He didn’t dare touch even the hem of her garment.

Despite the already cold temperature, his palms were sweating.

“It’s bad, Young Master, Miss Lu has barged in!”

A servant rushed over in a fluster.

Han Qi’s heart skipped a beat, “What do you mean she barged in?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he saw a sports car charging over from a distance.

The front of the car was dented, shattered pieces of bluestone tiles fell on the roof, guests screamed and dodged, and the car, as if heedless of anything, continued until it screeched to a stop right in front of Han Qi.

As soon as the car door opened a crack, Lu Zhenzhen hurried down and ran up to Nan Jiaojiao, panting heavily as she called out to her, “Baby?”