Chapter 270: Bo Yanching is Sick

Han Qi’s face finally showed cracks, the playful smile gradually fading, stiffening at the corners of his mouth and the corners of his eyes.

He looked at Bo Yanching with a gloomy expression.

The man, with his head bowed, calmly smoked.

His hands were long and handsome, especially when he flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, his aura effortlessly crushing.

“You don’t care about the company or your family, I have no intention of touching them, but you care about Han Yuan.

If Han Yuan is gone, you, Han Qi, will truly be left alone for the rest of your life.”

Han Qi forced himself to stay calm, “That’s not possible, I still have my descendants.”

“You can have them with anyone, as an elder, I will surely send a wedding gift.”

Han Qi: “What if I have them with Nan Jiaojiao?”

Bo Yanching let out a cold laugh, “You try.”

Han Qi suddenly felt chill in his hands and feet.

For the first time, he directly faced the malevolence hidden beneath Bo Yanching’s composed exterior, that deliberately revealed ferocity was something even Han Qi couldn’t match.

As for how he left Bo’s, Han Qi wasn’t too clear.

He passed out as soon as he got into the car, unable to hold on any longer.

Evening.

Bo Yanching worked overtime until ten o’clock.

When he left, the meal box from a five-star hotel on the coffee table had cooled down, untouched.

He drove his car to the base of Feisheng Tower, opened the convertible roof, lowered the seat back, and looked up at Nan Jiaojiao’s window.

It was pitch black, with no light shining through.

Just like the previous few nights.

He roughly knew where she was, but what could he do if he found her?

The phone was eerily silent, not to mention calls, there wasn’t even a single message.

Having kept watch for several nights, Bo Yanching came down with a fever.

Early in the morning, Bo Qingshan crept into Bo Yanching’s room to use his phone to call Nan Jiaojiao, to ask what time she would come over.

He accidentally brushed against Bo Yanching’s forehead.

Bo Qingshan was startled, reached out to touch it, and felt the burning heat on his hand.

“Uncle?” He put down the phone, climbed onto the bed, and shook Bo Yanching, “Wake up, Uncle, you have a fever.”

Bo Yanching opened his eyes and breathed out heavily, with Bo Qingshan’s hand right over his heart.

Despite the hand’s breadth between them, he could still feel the man’s frighteningly hot breath.

“It’s so hot, I’ll go call a doctor for you, Uncle!”

“Come back.”

Bo Yanching sat up, “Go pour me a glass of water.”

“Oh, okay, okay.”

Bo Qingshan went downstairs to get water and also asked the servants for antipyretics and cold medicine, hurriedly rushing back upstairs, he stuffed everything into his hand.

“Take the antipyretic first, it should make you feel better.

I’ll call Sister Jiaojiao and ask when she’s coming.

Oh, right, can acupuncture cure a cold?

If not, we should still go to the hospital.”

Though he said this, Bo Qingshan didn’t idle, dialing Nan Jiaojiao’s number.

“Strange, she’s not answering.”

Bo Yanching swallowed half a glass of water and spoke faintly, “She blocked me.”

“What?”

Bo Qingshan paused, then slowly a smile began to bloom on his face, barely able to suppress it, the elation in his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

“So that’s it, then no need to use your phone anymore, since you can’t get through anyway.”

He dared to pat Bo Yanching on the shoulder, “It’s good that Sister Jiaojiao has gotten over it.

She’s still so young, inexperienced, thinking you were the best—got a bit confused before, but luckily she’s come to her senses now.

You should accept it, realizing it sooner is not bad.”

Bo Yanching: “What should I realize?”

Bo Qingshan sighed, he had wanted to spare him the embarrassment, but had to speak the truth, “She’s a woman you can’t have, Uncle, you’re too old now.”