Chapter 302: Then You Are Mine

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look at him, her voice even lower, carrying a hint of petulance, “I’m asking you.”

“Yes, of course I want you.”

Bo Yanching hooked her chin, making her look up, and when she did, his hand cradled her face, his fingertips gently kneading her cool earlobe.

The man’s gaze was deep, his voice husky, “What about you, do you still want me?”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, loosening her grip on his hand so she could better see him.

“Bo Yanching, I’m quite petty.

If you really want me, you can’t have unclear ties with other women in the future.

I’m also quite sensitive; I can’t stand harsh words.

If you scold me even once in the future, my heart will definitely shatter like glass,” she said.

A hint of amusement raised Bo Yanching’s eyebrows, “Is there an ‘and’ to that too?”

She nodded seriously, “So, I’m not easy to please; do you still want me?”

She had asked three times in a row, how insecure must she feel?

It pained Bo Yanching’s very heart.

“Haven’t I been catering to your difficult self for a long time?

Ungrateful girl, have you forgotten how I used to treat you?”

Nan Jiaojiao moved closer, tightening her hold around his waist, “Then you are mine.”

Bo Yanching let out a laugh, unable to resist kissing her on the lips.

Nan Jiaojiao responded to the kiss.

As their eyes met, his heart surged violently, his voice almost a breathy whisper, “Shall we go?”

Nan Jiaojiao, her eyes innocent and harmless, declared, “My place doesn’t have a massage bathtub.”

He laughed, “My place does.

Will the little ancestor do me the honor of a visit?”

She bit her lip, softly uttering a “Mhm.”

Without hesitation, Bo Yanching picked her up and walked away.

The group of single onlookers at the door stepped aside to clear the path.

All eyes were on them as Bo Yanching carried Nan Jiaojiao into the elevator.

After the pair had gone in, a long silence ensued—no one wanted to be the first to speak and embarrass themselves.

“Ahem…”

Loo Jinyang glanced at the computer in his hand, then at the one in Yaen Chi’s, “I hadn’t realized Brother Yan had this skill.”

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would have never believed that Bo Yanching was actually a top-notch hacker.

He didn’t quite understand everything, nor did he listen closely, but he did hear someone say, “You two are really something.

One hacked the computer, and the other restored it.

Oh man, Nan Jiaojiao even got a firewall installed in the process.

Impressive, Brother Yan, can you match that?”

No sooner had the words left someone’s mouth than the room became brightly lit.

Like the divine light from Buddha shining upon the earth.

Yaen Chi’s mouth was still crooked in a wanton smile that suddenly froze when he looked up at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

They framed his foolish face perfectly in their clarity.

“Heh.”

With a cold chuckle, Yaen Chi took a drag on the cigarette he held between his fingers, which almost went out in the cold wind.

He placed the cigarette at the corner of his mouth and turned toward the elevator, “Your Brother Yan is very capable—having a romance and making several hundred million in one night.”

While Bo Yanching was busy cracking Nan Jiaojiao’s code, he still managed to arrange work on another computer.

By now, Han Chuan and Han Che were going house to house handing out money.

At this late hour, many people, still in their dreams, received three thousand bucks.

Rongcheng’s hotels and restaurants got even luckier, with compensation ranging from three hundred thousand to three million for the power outage.

Yaen Chi stared at the rapidly depleting balance in the account, marveling at the grandeur a magnate brought to a romance.

The late-night confession was a hit with everyone involved.

Jinglan.

Bo Yanching had just stepped out of the elevator and lifted Nan Jiaojiao in his arms, their lips barely touching before hers swelled slightly, unwilling to part from his embrace.