Chapter 334: You Are My Confidence

How could someone involved in pyramid schemes possibly get in here?

Bo Yanching walked over to open the door, but Nan Jiaojiao stood in front of him, silently expressing strong resistance.

“Stop it,” he said, “locking guests out, what kind of manners are those?”

He pulled Nan Jiaojiao toward him, and, wrapping his arm around her, stopped two steps from the door, where he bowed slightly to open it.

Chu Yao was still standing with her arms crossed, her posture relaxed, having fully expected the door to open.

She hadn’t expected Bo Yanching to be holding someone as he answered the door.

Straightening up, she said politely, “Third Master Bo, what a coincidence.”

“Hello.”

Bo Yanching nodded at her and released Nan Jiaojiao’s waist, looking down tenderly at her, “You two chat, I’m going to dry my hair.”

He was quite relieved his clothes were fully on; otherwise, that look from Chu Yao would have been even less innocent.

Chu Yao stared pointedly at Bo Yanching’s waist, then teasingly said to Nan Jiaojiao, “You’ve got quite the taste.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face darkened, “Try saying something human, it might actually sound nice.”

“I could hum a few bars, and you’d still find it charming.”

Chu Yao pushed past her and walked in, noticing the gym area to the right of the entrance.

If she remembered correctly, when Nan Jiaojiao had bought this apartment, she’d partitioned it off because it was too big, and it was only after Bo Yanching came that they knocked down the wall to make a gym.

Indeed, with someone else around, one needs a bit more territory.

“How did you know I live here?” Nan Jiaojiao asked.

“Is it that hard for me to know where you live?” Chu Yao looked around and leaned against the bar, “I live in the apartment below you.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes widened as if she’d seen a ghost.

Chu Yao was also surprised; how could it be such a coincidence?

She had tried calling Nan Jiaojiao in the morning without success and only knew they were close neighbors after asking Zhenzhen.

“I have a press conference this afternoon, and you’re coming with me.”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to remain calm, “What would I do there?”

“You’re my moral support, of course you must go.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned and walked into the kitchen, bringing back two bowls of noodles.

“How thoughtful, I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Chu Yao rolled up her sleeves and walked towards her, but Nan Jiaojiao quickly guarded the bowls, “Step back, I didn’t make yours.”

“You made this?”

Chu Yao glanced at the bowl, spotting a layer of oil with suspicious black flecks floating in one and what seemed like a fried egg mingling yellow and white.

She quietly rolled down her sleeves, “Guard them well, lest I’m driven to desperation.”

Just then, Bo Yanching came out.

Chu Yao back-stepped towards the door, “Third Master Bo, I’m borrowing Jiaojiao for the day, you don’t mind, do you?”

Bo Yanching asked, “What time will it end?”

“Hard to say, probably in time for dinner.”

Bo Yanching nodded, “Call if you need anything.”

“Of course, I won’t be shy with you.”

Chu Yao used to call him ‘brother’ back when she rarely saw him, though he and Mo Tingshen were as close as could be, almost wearing the same pair of pants.

She had never imagined Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao together.

It was hard to say who influenced whom.

Glancing at the noodle bowl, Chu Yao looked at him with a mix of sympathy, “I’ll come back later to pick her up, take your time eating, no rush.”

Bo Yanching walked a few steps with her, perfectly playing the host, not seeing her to the door, as Chu Yao thoughtfully closed it behind her.

Entering the dining area, he smelled a burnt egg aroma in the air.