Chapter 306: Do You Not Trust Me Much

Nan Jiaojiao cursed Bo Yanching in her mind again, and, feeling unsatisfied, vengefully plucked a few bristles from his toothbrush.

Lu Zhenzhen’s car was parked opposite Jinglan Community.

She had no idea that Bo Yanching lived here, nor that Nan Jiaojiao had slept here last night.

Just as she had parked, her assistant called to say she had sent a few documents to her email that required her immediate attention.

Lu Zhenzhen was busy dealing with that when the passenger door opened, then closed, letting in a blast of cold air.

Lu Zhenzhen lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and glanced at her briefly, “You’re here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Nan Jiaojiao had something to say, but seeing her busy, didn’t speak up or rush her, sitting there obediently.

“Bought some cakes at Sweet Flower Shop, have some to tide you over.” Lu Zhenzhen reached back and tossed a few paper bags into Nan Jiaojiao’s arms, “Help me unwrap a Portuguese tart.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked through the bags, picked a Portuguese tart, broke it into small slices to feed Lu Zhenzhen, and then opened a mousse cake for herself.

She bit the wrapper, pulling out a fork with her teeth.

She scooped some cream, smeared it on the tart, and fed it to Lu Zhenzhen.

Lu Zhenzhen glanced briefly, then casually asked, “Are you here for work?”

“Oh, ”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes twinkled, “You keep busy, I’ll tell you later.”

“Why is your voice so hoarse?”

Lu Zhenzhen stared at her for a moment, her gaze withdrawing from Nan Jiaojiao’s turtleneck sweater, “It’s just gotten a few degrees colder, and you’ve wrapped yourself up like a nun.

It’s only the beginning of winter; what will you do when it gets colder?”

Nan Jiaojiao was in a good mood and didn’t talk back, chuckling instead.

Once Lu Zhenzhen was done, she drove towards the city center, mentioning that Shengyue Mansion had gotten a chef with great skills in Jianghu cuisine and suggested they try it out.

After arriving, they stumbled upon a few friends, including Li Yu, whom she had met occasionally and wasn’t too unfamiliar with, so they chatted a bit more than usual.

Among the exquisite-looking socialites with Li Yu was a particularly striking one who came over to greet Lu Zhenzhen.

Lu Zhenzhen whispered a few words to her, seeming to counsel, “I’ll be nearby, come out if something isn’t right, he won’t dare do anything to you.”

“Don’t worry, there’s no man I can’t reel in.

It won’t take more than five minutes for him to surrender to me,” the woman said, striking an S-shaped pose with her hands on her hips.

She had a captivating beauty, with slightly curved eyes that carried an irresistible allure.

When leaving, she blew a kiss to Nan Jiaojiao, probably because she had come with Lu Zhenzhen, which counted as a greeting.

“Let’s go.”

Lu Zhenzhen linked arms with Nan Jiaojiao as they headed to the elevator.

“Who was that?”

“Why, are you jealous?” Lu Zhenzhen pinched the flesh on her arm, “A friend of Li Yu’s, I know her too, just exchanged a few words since we met.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t overthink it; Lu Zhenzhen had many friends.

Once in the private room, Lu Zhenzhen ordered several new Jianghu dishes along with a few others that both she and Nan Jiaojiao enjoyed.

Bo Yanching sent a message, “With Miss Lu?”

Nan Jiaojiao replied, “Yeah, at Shengyue Mansion, having Jianghu cuisine.”

Bo Yanching: “I’m at Shengyue Mansion too, want to come over?”

“No thanks, just ordered food, I’ll come find you later.”

Lu Zhenzhen handed her a milk tea, and Nan Jiaojiao reached out to take it; they chatted away and she drank half of it.

When she picked up her phone again, her eyes suddenly paused.

Bo Yanching asked, “Sweetie, don’t you trust me?”