Chapter 316: Chu Yao is Released from Prison

Nan Jiaojiao glanced over, her eyebrows and eyes expressing indifference.

Lu Zhenzhen sent another message: “Shengyue Mansion.”

She did not reply but put away her phone.

Dining on home-style cooking with Bo Yanching, then returning to Feisheng, took up three hours.

When Bo Yanching wanted to be intimate with her at night, Nan Jiaojiao dodged backward, “Not convenient, it’s that time of the month.”

The man’s eyebrows pressed down, and a different emotion flickered through his deep eyes.

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace, “Want me to rub it for you?”

Nan Jiaojiao caught his hand, placing it on her stomach.

Bo Yanching lifted her nightgown, his palm rubbing clockwise on her belly gently and softly, a considerable force propping up from his wrist.

Nan Jiaojiao curled her hand, hiding within the blanket, around his arm, feeling the clearly defined veins.

“Bo Yanching,” she murmured softly.

“Hmm?” he responded.

“Bo Yanching.”

“I’m here.”

“Bo Yanching,” Nan Jiaojiao buried her face in his chest, lying on her side against him, suddenly gripping his clothes.

He was wearing a round-neck silk nightgown.

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at it twice, becoming restless, her pull a bit hasty.

He simply took off his top.

Nan Jiaojiao startled, pressing closer to him, her breath warm as it puffed onto his chest, her exhales somewhat stifled.

“Don’t move.”

Bo Yanching tried to brush away her hair but was stopped by her tender voice.

After a while, her tension built up, and her voice, now mixed with a hint of sobbing, said, “Bo Yanching ah…”

He softly replied, “Sleep, I’ll keep rubbing.”

Nan Jiaojiao buried her face deeper into his chest again, tears from the corner of her eyes spreading over his body, dampening a small area.

Time rewound three hours earlier.

Chu Yao walked out of prison, not carrying a single piece of luggage, donned in an outdated knit dress and a light brown wool coat—clothes that would make anyone look dowdy became hundredfold more valuable on her.

Her figure hadn’t changed, still curvy with a thin waist, just like three years ago.

The cold light of the evening cast upon her, and a chill wind from somewhere caused her to squint.

She slipped her hand into her pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and headed straight for Lu Zhenzhen.

“Miss, a light, please.”

Lu Zhenzhen snickered, “Who did you get the cigarette from?”

She reached into the car, not even looking, found the lighter, and took it out.

Chu Yao didn’t even bend down or raise her hand to cover as she lit the cigarette and took a drag, then looked back at the prison, “A ‘sister’ gave it to me; she’s a fan.”

“Keep dreaming,” said Lu Zhenzhen.

Lu Zhenzhen opened the car door and got in, with Chu Yao following and complaining, “You’ve only ever opened the car door for Jiaojiao in your life!”

Lu Zhenzhen gave her a fond roll of the eyes, “Can you compare with Jiaobaoer?

She’s delicate and can’t take care of herself, but you, a daunting warrior flower, dare to compare?

The audacity to even say it.”

Chu Yao didn’t argue, but as she got in, she still glanced at the back seat, unable to hold back, she eventually asked, “Isn’t my precious baby coming to pick me up?”

Lu Zhenzhen: “You want a beating?”

Chu Yao smiled, “It’s also good if he doesn’t come.

I can coax him later, my precious baby is fussy but easy to handle.”

“I told him we’re going to Shengyue Mansion for a meal, so pray to the Buddha this moment, maybe you’ll be lucky and he’ll come.”

So, that’s not happening then.

Chu Yao did not expect Nan Jiaojiao to forgive her.

Back then, only she and Lu Zhenzhen were by Nan Jiaojiao’s side, and emotionally, she relied slightly more on Chu Yao.

When she was thrown back from the border, Nan Jiaojiao was left with half a life, to the point where even the doctors notified them to prepare for the worst.