Chapter 280: Just Mentioning Him is a Bummer

Nan Jiaojiao leaned lazily against her seat, her dark eyes half-closed, “Can you not be a killjoy?”

“Mentioning him once makes me a killjoy?

How about you lying in his bed?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows knitted in impatience, “Asking me that, you really sound like a super strict dad.”

“Still not quite,” Pei Dongshi drove the car towards Mist Garden, offhandedly remarking, “If I were your real dad, and you dared to stay at a man’s place so late, I’d break your legs.”

Nan Jiaojiao fell silent and said nothing.

Pei Dongshi suddenly thought of the Ye Family, regretting speaking too hastily.

But deliberately correcting seemed superfluous, so he brought up Bo Yanching again, “It’s not like you wanted to break it off with him; who are you looking so lost for?”

Nan Jiaojiao sighed.

Well, still calm.

Pei Dongshi: “Not pining anymore?”

“No, I still am.

He’s handsome, and I like him.”

Pei Dongshi almost hit the brakes, cursing, “You love-struck fool.”

Late at night.

The Kang Family’s place was eerily quiet.

Old Lady Kang was not there, having been cajoled by Old Lady Bo to go to the countryside.

Kang Mingde and his family sat grim-faced.

Kang Xiangyue had her hair nicely done and had changed into a pretty dress, the bruises on her neck stark against her skin.

Knowing Bo Yanching would come, she had sent the doctor away.

A beam of light shone through as a black sedan slowly entered, the driver’s door opening and the man’s tall legs stepping out.

The wind snaked down his collar, the black shirt billowing like a sail on the night sea.

Kang Xiangyue got up excitedly, moving a few steps toward the door, tears in her eyes, looking pitifully at him, “Yanqing, you’re here.”

Bo Yanching coldly sneered, “Quite brave.”

Kang Xiangyue’s expression faltered, glancing at Han Chuan, thinking of his offer to send her abroad, which she had rebuked; she didn’t believe Bo Yanching would actually be that cruel to her.

“I’ve been waiting for you, I’m not hurt, the bruises on my neck are much better.” She smiled pretentiously, said a few words, and brazenly moved closer to him.

Bo Yanching lit a cigarette, the sparks flickering at his fingertips.

He took just one puff, Kang Mingde and Liu Shi started fawning over him, so he lost interest in smoking.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, grabbing Kang Xiangyue by the neck, lifting her off the ground.

The man walked forward, steps firm, kicking aside the tea and antique vases shattered by Kang Xiangyue’s chaotic flailing.

Her back was suddenly slammed hard against the wall.

Kang Xiangyue’s face turned pallid, her eyes bulging, her hands flailing helplessly in the air.

She dared not touch his hand, especially since the lit cigarette was just beside her neck, threatening to sear her face at any moment.

“I told you to leave, but you wouldn’t.

Must I personally get rid of you?”

Bo Yanching’s voice was icy, his expression as merciless as Living Yama, his gaze piercing more sharply than a knife.

Behind him were Kang Mingde and Liu Shi’s shouts.

Bo Yanching ignored them.

A feeling of suffocation and terror overwhelmed Kang Xiangyue, her legs gradually weakening, no longer struggling as her arms dangled powerless.

Bo Yanching tightened his grip, nearly choking her to death.

Then, he let go, coldly watching as Kang Xiangyue collapsed on the floor.

Liu Shi rushed over like a madman, hugging Kang Xiangyue, glaring at Bo Yanching, “She at least called you Brother Yanqing, have you thought about our Old Lady?

Your actions are going to ruin her friendship with your grandmother!”