Chapter 278: I Will Coax Her Back to Good Spirits

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips twitched.

She instinctively looked towards Bo Yanching, seeking answers with her eyes.

The man smiled warmly and shook his head at her, letting Nan Jiaojiao know that the Old Lady had not fainted from fright.

“Hungry, right?

Come on, Grandma had the kitchen make sweet and sour fish for you, and spicy pot, too.

You ate a lot last time.”

Old Lady Bo pulled Nan Jiaojiao to go with her.

Nan Jiaojiao followed suit, pushing the Old Lady’s wheelchair towards the dining room.

Just as they started to pick up their chopsticks, the sound of a car door slamming shut came from outside.

Pei Dongshi hurried in, his first glance at Nan Jiaojiao.

She sat at the dining table, sipping soup.

A slice of lotus root covered in dried chili hung from her chopsticks, her expression usual, her demeanor gentle, her cheeks pale as snow, tinged with a blush from the spice.

She looked calm and obedient.

Pei Dongshi let out a slight sigh and paid his respects to the Old Lady.

“Mr.

Pei, could I have a word with you?”

Bo Yanching stood up and motioned towards the outside.

Pei Dongshi gave Nan Jiaojiao a look and excused himself to the Old Lady before following Bo Yanching out.

In the small garden outside the villa, this angle allowed him to see the dining table through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“What do you mean by psychological trauma?” Bo Yanching asked bluntly.

Pei Dongshi withdrew his gaze, his long eyes slightly narrowed, “Has she mentioned her past to you?”

“No.”

“Then you won’t get anything out of me here, if you want to know, go ask her yourself.”

He refused so straightforwardly.

Bo Yanching was displeased, “You are her doctor, you should know best.”

“I do know, but I’m not one to gossip.

If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you.

If she doesn’t want you to know, don’t ask.

It’s not a past worth recalling.

Moreover, by avoiding her and asking me, where do you think you’re positioning yourself?”

Pei Dongshi said, “Jiaojiao is firm in her decisions and never changes them.

Since she doesn’t want you, there’s no need to linger.

She’s stubborn, hard to please, and hard to appease.

If Third Master truly cherished her, he wouldn’t have hurt her like this.

Let me advise you, Third Master, a melon forcibly twisted is not sweet.

Be magnanimous, you’re not suited for matters of romantic love.”

Bo Yanching knew he would not get anything out of Pei Dongshi, and there was no point in continuing this conversation.

Pei Dongshi then asked, “Did you see her lose control?”

“I did.”

“And you heard her call me ‘senior brother’?”

“I heard.”

Pei Dongshi sneered, “See, you’re quite good at playing dumb.”

With that, he nodded slightly, his politeness impeccable, but even more distant.

He walked past Bo Yanching, heading back towards the villa.

Behind him came the man’s cold, deep voice, “I will make it up to her.”

Pei Dongshi paused, turned around, “Good luck.”

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows slightly, “I’ll take your good word for it.”

The smile on Pei Dongshi’s face vanished in a second, and he didn’t linger any longer.

Bo Yanching entered two minutes later.

The dinner went very harmoniously, with Old Lady Bo and Bo Qingshan flanked on her sides.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even need to move herself; her bowl was never empty.

Just when she was nearly full, she pressed down on Bo Qingshan’s hand, eyed the colossal fish ball on his chopsticks, and silently guided his hand back to his own bowl.

“Grandma, I’m full.”

“Full, are you?

Well, the room is ready; stay here tonight and keep Grandma company,” said Old Lady Bo, her gaze nonchalantly flicking towards Pei Dongshi, “Mr.

Pei’s room is on the first floor.”