Chapter 383: Quite a Few Little Secrets

Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t touched a gun for a long time, and if it hadn’t been for wanting to stand up for Chu Yao, that gun would still be a pile of parts, sealed in a wooden box.

If she had known Yaen Chi was so interested, she never would have taken it out.

“Think hard,” Yaen Chi exercised the greatest patience he had in his life, “think about who he is, I’ll go find someone.”

Nan Jiaojiao was silent for a moment, “I can’t remember.”

“How can you not remember?

Well then, how did you assemble it?

Teach me.”

Nan Jiaojiao sipped her milk tea, glanced at Bo Yanching, and blurted out: “It was a gift from my uncle, given to me a long time ago.

I assembled it straight out of the box—I only said I assembled it myself to tease you.”

Yaen Chi fell silent.

It was a regret bigger than missing out on an unparalleled beauty.

“Brother Chi?” Nan Jiaojiao called out.

She didn’t see the frustrated thumping of his chest, “It’s okay, Brother Chi is strong.

I won’t trouble you anymore, but if you remember who that person is, you must tell me.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao held the straw in her lips, her little face blank, her emotions not apparent, casually replying, “Alright.”

She raised her eyebrows towards Bo Yanching, who took back his phone and immediately hung up.

The man looked at her with a half-smile, “Did you lie?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t continue on the topic they had just discussed, instead shifting the conversation: “I’m craving Uncle Zhan’s cooking.”

Bo Yanching smirked, “You have quite a few little secrets.”

Nan Jiaojiao kicked at the pebbles under her feet without a word.

She had signed a nondisclosure agreement when she left the organization.

Even Lu Zhenzhen had only guessed a rough idea about those years she was away.

But she didn’t want to keep secrets from Bo Yanching.

Just as she looked up to confess to him, the man extended his arm to pull her into his embrace, gazing down at her troubled face, “It’s okay to have secrets; you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.

Just don’t keep anything important from me in the future, that’s all.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes brightened like dots of paint, something inside her stirring intensely, “Okay.”

Bo Yanching pulled out his phone to message Aunt Zhan, “What would you like to eat?

I’ll have Aunt Zhan prepare it.

How about some duck soup with wine, with less wine to warm up?”

Nan Jiaojiao hummed affirmatively, “You decide, I love everything.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek.

Han Che had been following them in a car, not too far behind.

At a glance from Bo Yanching, Han Che drove up and opened the rear door to help the two masters into the car.

In the following days, Nan Jiaojiao returned to school and took the opportunity to eat at Jiang Yu’s.

On Friday night, Bo Qingshan called her.

Before speaking, he howled loudly, scolding her for not visiting in so long, asking if she had forgotten him.

Nan Jiaojiao silently switched on the speakerphone, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and furrowed her brows as she listened to Bo Qingshan finish his howling before asking lazily, “Is there milk tea, the kind with extra sugar that you can get behind Uncle Three’s back?”

Bo Qingshan, feigning a choke in his sobs, instantly laughed mischievously, “Yes!”

“Wait for me, I’ll come over tomorrow morning.”

She had planned to go there on Saturday anyway.

Since Old Lady Bo’s surgery, Pei Dongshi had been responsible for her follow-up treatment, but E.Y.

kept him extremely busy.

The time he made to visit Bo Family was squeezed from his schedule.

Nan Jiaojiao had previously been at odds with Bo Yanching but now that they had reconciled, she couldn’t keep depending on Pei Dong.

She did have a conscience, after all.

So after hanging up with Bo Qingshan, she made a call to Pei Dongshi.

That evening when Bo Yanching returned, Nan Jiaojiao was already asleep, suddenly feeling her lips sealed by a warm softness in her dream.