Chapter 28: Must Fight upon Seeing Me

“I’m not sure, I haven’t heard about Jiaojiao lacking money.”

Xu Tingting turned her head to ask Ye Wanting, “Do you know?”

“No, I’ve worked part-time jobs all around the school, and Jiaojiao has never been there.”

Xu Tingting didn’t take it seriously, waving her hand dismissively: “I’ve never even met Jiaojiao’s family.

She seems to be an orphan, she’s proud by nature, and sometimes when I want to help her, I don’t even dare to speak up.”

Bo Yanching frowned slightly and slowly raised his eyes to the rearview mirror, “Who does she have connections with at the school?”

Xu Tingting didn’t understand at first, but once she caught on, she said annoyedly, “None, Jiaojiao is a good girl, Uncle Three, you can’t think badly of her!”

He let out a cold snort of derision.

She certainly didn’t seem like a good girl when he hid her in his bedroom.

Meanwhile, Nan Jiaojiao got off the bus on Qishan Road, where there was no further bus service, and she slowly walked on.

This area was full of traditional villas, an elegant environment with small winding paths, turning here and there until she stopped in front of an ancient courtyard house.

The overhanging branches from the roof dangled down, hiding the two brass knocker rings used for knocking on the door.

All of a sudden, Nan Jiaojiao felt a headache coming on.

Without realizing it, she had walked all this way, and now that she was here, she didn’t dare to go in.

After being expelled as a pupil, she still used the acupuncture skills she had learned to save people.

Days had passed without any reaction from her mentor, and she felt uneasy, so she wanted to come and have a look.

“Sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, sweet and delicious roasted sweet potatoes here!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes lifted; there was an elderly person pushing a cart selling sweet potatoes, obviously aware of having entered the wrong area, his voice selling the goods was kept low, filled with fear and guilt.

Just like her current feelings.

She bought one, walked back, and sat down on the steps to eat.

After she finished the sweet potato, Nan Jiaojiao took a deep look backwards and left hesitantly.

…

Nan Jiaojiao thought Old Lady Bo’s words were just a jest, but who knew that two days later she’d be cornered at the school gates, with the old lady insisting she go be Bo Yanching’s assistant.

As soon as she started to refuse, the Old Lady clutched her chest: “Ah, my heart, it’s acting up, it hurts so much!”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

She was confusedly dragged into a car, and half an hour later, the old lady excitedly pointed ahead, “Drop me off there, I’m going to have a beauty treatment.”

The center of Nan Jiaojiao’s forehead throbbed, “Grandma, is your heart condition better now?”

“What heart condition?” Old Lady Bo blurted out, but seeing Nan Jiaojiao’s face change color, she quickly clutched her chest again, “Ah, the pain, the agony, I can’t take it, I feel dizzy, pull over quickly.”

Han Chuan had already slowed the car down, and by the time he made his way to the back door, Auntie Wu had already helped the old lady away at a brisk pace.

She looked anything but ill.

If Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t realized by now that she was being played, she’d be a fool.

Han Chuan stood blocking the car door, smiling warmly at her, “Miss Nan, Bo’s is right next to us, I’ll lead you up.”

“Is it really necessary for me to go?” she pursed her lips.

Han Chuan glanced in the direction of the old lady, “It seems so.”

Having no choice, she followed Han Chuan in.

As soon as the elevator opened, Nan Jiaojiao stepped back to exit, and the female assistant with a tray containing several coffees walked in hurriedly, bumping into her.

Nan Jiaojiao’s face changed and she dodged to the side, backing into someone’s embrace.

Without time to think, her elbow swung back, but it was caught by a man’s large hand, reducing the force of the blow as he spun her around in his arms.

“Linda!” Bo Yanching scanned with cold eyes, his tone stern.

The assistant immediately apologized and was led away by Han Chuan.

The man looked down at the woman in his arms, “Do you always have to get physical every time you see me?”