Chapter 269: Bo Yanqing Don't Touch Nan Jiaojiao

Han Qi didn’t consider himself an outsider, and called out “Third Uncle” as he walked over to the sofa, plopped down, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Several managers didn’t shift their gaze, but they were puzzled inside, as they hadn’t heard of any familial ties between the Bo Family and the Han Family.

They were discussing company secrets, after all.

It seemed inappropriate to let the CEO of another company sit here and listen.

Yet their Third Master Bo appeared very calm, and they didn’t know whom to praise for being bold.

Han Qi was truly asleep, but was awakened by a sudden pain and instinctively wanted to react, catching a glimpse of white through his half-opened eyelids.

A doctor in a white coat was applying medicine to him.

Han Qi rubbed his hand on the arm of the sofa and propped himself up, looking at the man smoking across from him, “Third Uncle, what’s going on?”

Bo Yanching blew out a smoke ring, his dark eyes slightly squinted.

Through the haze of smoke, his gaze was chilling, “Didn’t you just call me ‘Third Uncle’?”

How could he ignore his wellbeing.

“My Third Uncle is really good to me!”

Han Qi shamelessly responded and gestured to the two nurses, asking them to help roll up his sleeves.

“Doctor, this part hurts too, it’s all bruised.

Maybe you should disinfect it first, I feel like there are debris inside the wound.”

The doctor’s hand shook, almost losing grip of the cotton swab.

Given the color of the wound, it seemed to have been neglected for quite some time.

Han Qi could endure such pain and still joke around, he truly was a tough person.

“Then, please be careful and move your arm gently, don’t tense it up.”

“Alright!” His voice was full of vigor, not like someone who had been beaten up.

The doctor couldn’t help but ask, “Who was so bold as to beat you up like this?”

Han Qi’s eyes flickered, glancing across, “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Hits are endearments, scolds are cares’?

Just a little lovers’ tiff.”

The doctor’s hand shook again.

This was just a minor argument?

If he had delayed treatment for another couple of days, he could have become paralyzed.

“Right, Third Uncle?”

Bo Yanching ignored Han Qi, but thought to himself that this man really deserved a beating, “Save that talk for Gao Zhe.”

Han Qi shrunken his neck, his face not showing the embarrassment of being exposed, and laughed, “I dare not, but Miss Lu was just taking it out for Jiaojiao.

By a roundabout calculation, it was Jiaojiao who beat me up, and I’m happy with that.”

“Heh.”

Bo Yanching’s lips slightly parted, smoke leisurely flowed from his mouth, and his voice, steeped in the smoke, grew deeper, “Han Qi, are you cheap or what?”

“Pretty cheap, yeah, but I did say I’m willing.

Third Uncle, please don’t take it personally, don’t upset yourself.”

Han Qi was all smiles, while Bo Yanching didn’t even furrow his brow, smoking steadily.

The smoke twirled around his fingertips, languidly dispersing into the air—as if the chill around him was almost unnoticeable if you didn’t look at his face.

After several provocations that Bo Yanching remained indifferent to, Han Qi got bored and simply cooperated with the doctor for treatment.

As soon as the doctor stepped out, Han Qi stood up.

“I’m leaving?”

“Hmm,” Bo Yanching muttered in response.

Han Qi was really leaving, but before he reached the door, he turned back, “Third Uncle, how about you show your hand?”

Bo Yanching had only one thing to say, “Don’t touch Nan Jiaojiao.”

“What if I just do that?

What do you plan to do, Third Uncle, destroy Han’s and Kang’s?

Or render my family destitute and decimated?”

Bo Yanching coldly glanced at Han Qi, “Do you care about these things?”

Han Qi’s expression hardened, the bloody gleam of excitement in his eyes dimming slightly, frankly admitting, “Indeed, I do not.”

“Do you care about Han Yuan?” Bo Yanching suddenly asked.