Chapter 398: Truly Not Innocent

Touching her hand, the temperature was cold as ice.

Aunt Chen carefully placed Bo Qingshan’s hand back under the quilt.

She didn’t disturb the two children, tiptoeing out instead.

On the way back, the car was very quiet.

Halfway through the journey, Nan Jiaojiao was hungry and grabbed a box of pastries, eating most of it by the time they got home.

In the end, Bo Yanching carried one whole and one partially eaten box, following Nan Jiaojiao upstairs.

After taking a bath, Bo Yanching handed Nan Jiaojiao a glass of warm milk.

“Does Qianqian have a stutter?” she suddenly asked.

Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows in surprise, “I thought you would ask about Zhou Zining.”

“What’s there to ask about her?”

Nan Jiaojiao shot him a side glance, narrowing her eyes seriously, “Do you have an affair with your own sister-in-law?”

Bo Yanching’s mouth twitched, “Sweetheart, be kind to me sometimes.

What do you mean by ‘still’ and ‘have an affair’?”

“Oh.” Nan Jiaojiao summarized generously, “So there is none, then why should I bother asking.”

Bo Yanching held his temple, turned towards her, and smiled faintly, “Zhou Zining was my junior in college, we weren’t close, just acquaintances through friends.

I only remembered her when Shuxian said he was dating her and wanted to introduce her to me.”

“Hmm.”

Nan Jiaojiao cooperatively hummed, drank the milk in a few sips, and was about to put it on the coffee table when he took the glass from her and set it aside.

“Afterward, when they married, I managed the wedding.

Zhou Zining is not trustworthy, but Shuxian likes her.

Throughout these years, she hasn’t caused any major issues.

Plus, she brings joy to the Old Lady, so the Bo family members turn a blind eye.”

Nan Jiaojiao listened attentively, never doubting the truthfulness of his words.

Yet as a woman, she could sense the hostility in Zhou Zining’s look.

The way Zhou Zining looked at Bo Yanching was far from innocent.

Men, oblivious to these details, Nan Jiaojiao didn’t point them out, sparing herself the mislabel of being paranoid.

She lay on Bo Yanching’s legs, stacked her hands under her chin, and lifted her bright eyes slightly, “I’m more concerned about what’s wrong with Qianqian.”

She had a deeper impression of the child she had met for the first time.

A nearly three-year-old child, talking like a toddler, her words coming out piecemeal and sometimes jumbled, yet the meaning was clear, showing she was quite smart.

Bo Yanching leaned down slightly, brushing her cheek from stray hairs, “Qianqian was premature, stayed in an incubator for two months after birth without any breast milk, and has weak immunity, often falling sick after leaving the hospital.

Shuxian frequently joins archaeological teams and spends months in the mountains, Zhou Zining, a jewelry appraiser, is rarely home, and Aunt Chen is reserved and seldom speaks, which might be why Qianqian heard little speaking.

Plus, the lack of parental presence made her speak later.”

“Is that all?” asked Nan Jiaojiao.

Bo Yanching frowned slightly, “The Old Lady mentioned bringing Qianqian to Rongcheng City, but Zhou Zining disagreed.”

Nan Jiaojiao pulled his hand under her face, turned over, and lay sideways on his legs, “It’s just a stutter, I’ll check on her next week.”