Chapter 30: Uncle is Not a Kind Man

“Are you going to respond to me?” Bo Yanching urged.

Nan Jiaojiao was unusually confident in her own beauty, drop-dead gorgeous but rarely expressive; at that moment, to the man, she just looked blankly confused.

She pursed her lips, beginning to feel a headache coming on, “Have you forgotten that I’m your niece-in-law?”

Bo Yanching clenched his teeth, “Did you forget that when you climbed into my bed?”

“No.”

“Neither did I.”

Bo Yanching pulled her up, “How long do you plan to drag things out with Shen Shichu?”

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment, “I don’t know, at least until I’ve destroyed everything he cares about.

Only then can I swallow this grievance.”

Bo Yanching was somewhat surprised, his long eyes fixed on her face, his thin lips coldly curved, “You’re the only one who dares to make me suffer like this.”

Nan Jiaojiao cried injustice, “It was consensual, Uncle can’t push all the blame onto me.”

“So you choose,” Bo Yanching hinted with his eyes at the black card in her hand, “be my secretary, or be kept by me?”

She blinked, being cautious for once, “Is there a difference?”

“Either I take good care of you, or you serve me tea and water.”

Nan Jiaojiao fiercely raised her eyebrows.

Her expression grew more somber, and after a while, she forced out, “I probably can’t handle serving others, but I’m also not willing to be your secretary, at least not right now.”

“Heh.”

Bo Yanching laughed a little, perhaps out of irritation.

She chose neither option; she’s just running her mouth with him.

Bo Yanching leaned in, his arm resting on the back of the sofa behind her, his lips curled in a smirk, “Kid, your uncle is not a kind man.”

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively moved back, but there was nowhere to hide behind her, and she ended up right in his elbow.

Looking up at the man’s overwhelmingly handsome face, she whispered, “Can I consider it?”

She didn’t give a definitive answer,

but was on the verge of crying.

Bo Yanching straightened up, huffing, “Uncle is very angry right now, go have fun by yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao quickly stood up.

“Wait.”

She turned around, a dark shadow threw something at her, she braced herself and didn’t dodge, catching it with her hand—it was a bag from E.Y.’s fall collection.

“Hold on to this, it’s to explain things to the Old Lady.

Stay at the office for a while before you leave.”

She understood.

The Old Lady was keeping watch nearby.

If she left too early, Bo Yanching would definitely be nagged.

It was a small favor to give her the bag, and she was happy to cooperate.

So Nan Jiaojiao tactfully transferred her phone and things into the new bag, wrapped two pieces of pastry with a napkin, and tucked them inside before picking up her milk tea.

“Is there anywhere I can’t go?”

“No, feel free.”

“Good.”

When leaving, Nan Jiaojiao politely closed the door behind her, and just as she did, she ran into Han Chuan, who was accompanied by two assistants, all with somber expressions.

“They’ve fought their way into the company?”

“They barged in, full of fury.

All of Miss Qu’s equipment is still set up there.

She’s the only top-tier celebrity who has a long-term contract with our company—we can’t afford to offend her.

But her renewal terms are too harsh this time, the endorsement fee has tripled, and President Bo has been unyielding.”

Han Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose, begrudgingly saying, “Go keep them steady, President Bo has a video call to attend soon, and we can’t disturb him.”

The assistants took the orders and left immediately; Han Chuan thought for a moment, apparently worried, and decided to follow.

As he passed by Nan Jiaojiao, he nodded hurriedly in greeting.