Chapter 261: Make Her Official

Pei Dongshi reined in his smile, “What’s wrong?”

Nan Jiaojiao buried her head even lower like a coward, “I heard her crying, she must have been hurt.”

Pei Dongshi: “…”

What sins had he committed?

He dared not respond, lest he be mocked again as a senile old man with no worldly experience.

After breakfast, Pei Dongshi needed to go to work; his assistant was waiting outside.

The assistant had come to deliver some documents so he could work from here, and coincidentally, he was also there to take him away.

Nan Jiaojiao sounded rather resentful, “So you won’t stay with me anymore?

My heart is quite delicate.”

“You call that delicate?”

She could run, jump, eat, and also anger him—no flea was as lively as she was.

Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck, “Pretending is still necessary.”

“Go on pretending, I’ll make money to support you, my ungrateful daughter.”

Pei Dongshi yanked his coat from her hands and straightened his cuffs, not even sparing her a glance as he turned and walked away.

Nan Jiaojiao muttered behind him, “Heartless.”

…

Bo Yanching woke up from his sleep, the dizzy feeling of a hangover sweeping over him.

He closed his eyes with his arm across his forehead, waiting for the pain to pass.

The room was heavy with the smell of alcohol.

The window was half open, but the cold air that had blown in all night hadn’t dispersed it.

It took him a while before he went to the bathroom to wash up.

He was still wearing yesterday’s clothes; his shirt was ripped, so he took it off and threw it into the laundry basket.

There were several missed calls on his phone.

Bo Yanching flipped through them one by one, not finding the one person he was hoping to see.

A call came in; Bo Yanching answered casually, putting it on speaker and placing it on the counter while he fetched a cup and filled it with hot water.

“Mr.

Bo, you didn’t pick up the two dresses you ordered from us yesterday.

Would you like us to deliver them?”

It was someone from Veil of Immortality, the only ancient-style haute couture brand in the country.

Bo Yanching swallowed half a cup of water, his voice becoming clearer, “Send them over.”

“Okay, we will deliver them to the address you left shortly.

Thank you, goodbye.”

Subsequently, someone from E.Y called as well.

The dresses and jewelry arrived at the Bo Family together.

Bo Yanching held the box, suddenly laughing at himself with self-mockery.

These were meant as gifts for Nan Jiaojiao yesterday.

After maintaining a vague relationship for so long, Bo Yanching had planned to make things official, to proudly call her his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the gifts were never sent, and the candlelight dinner he had arranged was not used; she had slapped him in the face by noon.

Saying she didn’t want him anymore, really didn’t want him, not even a call.

“Third Uncle, what are you holding?”

Bo Qingshan happened to come downstairs for breakfast, wearing a blue and white fluffy pajama with a large dinosaur hood on his head.

He pushed it up and leaned in closer to take a look.

“So beautiful!” His eyes lit up, “Who are you giving it to?

Third Uncle, you’ve finally come around, not competing with me for Sister Jiaojiao anymore, right?

Who’s that shameless one who swept you off your feet?

Go ahead and be with her, and stay away from my Sister Jiaojiao.”

The look on Bo Yanching’s face turned cold, “Stay away from her?”

“Yeah!”

Bo Qingshan, oblivious to the man’s displeased expression, was flushed with excitement, “Is it that little celebrity or Kang Xiangyue?

Never mind, they’re both pretty good.

For the sake of my future happiness, I wouldn’t mind if they became my Third Aunt.”

Bo Yanchinfg scoffed coldly; was he that disliked?

He had to listen to this first thing in the morning.

He finished his water, setting the cup down with such force that it startled Bo Qingshan into shaking.

Bo Yanching’s lip corners turned up coldly, “Not giving it to anyone.

You find someone to burn it.”