Chapter 275: I'm Here No One Dares Hurt You

Nan Jiaojiao moved her shoulders, not yet in severe pain, so she endured it, her cold eyes harboring a beast-like fierceness.

“Miss Nan, be careful!”

Han Chuan suddenly shouted and rushed over to shield Nan Jiaojiao.

Before he could stabilize himself, a massive force grabbed his arm and flung him aside.

Han Chuan was stunned; by the time he stabilized himself after stepping back several steps, the wheelchair was pushed toward him, and he instinctively reached out to stop it.

“Take good care of grandma.”

Nan Jiaojiao instructed and then pulled out a piece of wood as wide as a palm and about one meter long from beside the Flower Terrace under construction.

The sports car charged towards her, and Kang Xiangyue in the driver’s seat had bloodshot eyes, recklessly speeding forward.

When the car was still half a meter away, Nan Jiaojiao swiftly sidestepped, rested her palm on the edge of the stick, and thrust it forward towards the car window.

The tightly closed window shattered instantly, the stick lodging into the driver’s seat, and the end Nan Jiaojiao was holding bent against a street lamp pole.

The car was too fast to stop, but that moment of buffering was enough.

Nan Jiaojiao kicked open the shattered glass, jumped into the car, kicked Kang Xiangyue to the passenger seat, controlled her with one foot, pressed her foot firmly against the car door, and instantly immobilized Kang Xiangyue.

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed the steering wheel and braked quickly.

“Nan Jiaojiao!”

Kang Xiangyue yelled in rage, “I’ll kill you!

Kill that old hag!

I’ll fuckin’ run over you bitches, and no one will dare compete with me for Bo Yanching, die!

Die!

All of you, just die!”

Her furious words turned her face red and her neck swollen, even her veins popping out.

Helpless, half her body wedged under the seat, she struggled futilely to free herself from under Nan Jiaojiao’s foot, became frustrated, and bit into Nan Jiaojiao’s leg.

Her teeth had barely touched the jeans before two slaps came down.

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed Kang Xiangyue by the neck and delivered two more slaps, “Calm down yet?”

“You dare hit me, you bitch, you dare hit me!

You know the consequence of provokin–,”

Without any courtesy, Nan Jiaojiao’s hand slapped down twice more, her own hand ached, and her voice seemed to have traversed through a chilling hell, “Kill me?

Ruining yourself over a man, do you even have the capability to kill me?”

Her eyes were distant, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

Her fingers tightened inch by inch, suffocating Kang Xiangyue to pallor, her frantic slapping of Nan Jiaojiao’s hands futile as Nan Jiaojiao seemed possessed, intent on driving her toward death.

When Bo Yanching arrived, the scene was chaotic.

He sprinted to the car, shocked by the sight of Nan Jiaojiao choking Kang Xiangyue.

“Jiaojiao,” he called out gently.

Nan Jiaojiao abruptly turned around, her eyes streaked with red blood vessels, staring venomously at him.

Even prepared, Bo Yanching was momentarily speechless from the shock of those eyes.

They did not resemble human eyes but those of a wolf clutching its prey.

A crazed, uncontrollable wolf.

She had lost control.

Realizing this, Bo Yanching composed his expression and patiently coaxed her, “Jiaojiao, let go of me.

If you’re angry, let me help you; there’s no need to dirty your hands.”

Nan Jiaojiao bit her lower lip hard, her hand showing no intention of loosening.

He continued to soothe her, “Be good, come here to Uncle, I’ll protect you.

I’m here, and no one can hurt you.

Do you hear me?”

The ringtone of a mobile phone sounded.

A melancholy Jiangnan tune echoed through the car.

A crack appeared instantaneously in the fog in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes.

The grip loosened, and she frantically searched for her phone; a man’s hand extended in front of her, handing her the phone.