Chapter 399: There Are No Parents Who Don't Love Their Children

Bo Yanching chuckled, “If Xiao Nanshan is going to get involved, I’m afraid I can’t afford his fee.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows twitched, and as she lay on her back looking up at him, she asked, “When did you find out?”

“Is it that hard to guess?”

Bo Yanching had intended to tease her, but Nan Jiaojiao just stared at him, curious yet too embarrassed to press the matter, so he had no choice but to explain, “You’ve called Pei Dongshi ‘Senior Brother’ so many times, do you really think I’m deaf and didn’t hear?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s slightly knitted brows instantly relaxed.

With Jiang Yu having only two disciples, others might not know of Pei Dongshi’s identity, but Bo Yanching did, and that term ‘Senior Brother’ would lead anyone with a brain to the right conclusion.

“Qingshan is pretty lucky, if it hadn’t been for you, he would have died on that night-blind street.”

Nan Jiaojiao humbly replied, “It was a small effort, he was lucky to survive.

I had stopped practicing acupuncture for three years, and he was my first patient after that.”

She also broke her master’s taboo, which is why she didn’t dare to visit him for a long time afterward.

On this matter, Bo Yanching was very grateful to her and had prepared many gifts, which he sent to Mist Garden every now and then.

He never stated his intentions outright, but Jiang Yu understood.

“I’ve already given myself to you, offered myself in marriage, is the value of that not enough?”

Nan Jiaojiao countered, “I like you, and you’re priceless, you can’t be measured like that.”

Bo Yanching’s heart swelled with warmth, and as he cupped his palm, touching her soft cheek, his heart melted into a mess.

He slowly leaned down, getting even closer, “You are the most precious treasure to me.

When we have children in the future, I won’t let them grow up like Qianqian.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face darkened as she thought back to her childhood, those years without a glimpse of daylight, living in despair, yet she never considered seeking death in such circumstances.

“Qianqian is a good girl, she will have many people to cherish her.”

Nan Jiaojiao, playing with Bo Yanching’s hand, counting his fingers, said, “There are no parents who don’t love their children, right?”

Bo Yanching paused, then cautiously spoke, “Thinking of the Ye Family?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers pressed against his, stopped for a moment, and her eyebrows lifted lightly, “I feel no affection for the Ye Family, only blood ties, and I don’t care whether Ye Congwen and his wife really love me or not.”

Bo Yanching’s eyes deepened, “You have me now, and I will take care of you from now on.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded and buried herself into his embrace, her voice muffled, “Carry me inside, I’m sleepy.”

Bo Yanching picked her up, kissed her, walked to the bedroom door, and whispered, “I’ll go take a shower first, wait for me a bit.”

Nan Jiaojiao, holding onto his neck, pulled him down, moving in for a kiss, “Don’t bother, we can shower later just as well.”

“You don’t mind me like this?”

“I can’t let you scrub off a layer of skin every day, plus bathing takes too much time.”

Bo Yanching pressed his lips to hers and chuckled softly, “I wouldn’t have guessed, you’re pretty bold.”

“I’m not like this with anyone else.”

Bo Yanching’s smile was full of affectionate indulgence as he swept her up in his arms, circled her waist with his palms, bent over, and placed her into the bed.

The first piece of clothing to hit the floor was unidentified, layers upon layers intertwined; two pairs of slippers lay carelessly dropped, Nan Jiaojiao’s right on top of his.

The night stretched long, with a gentle breeze whispering, spotty shadows falling across the window, creating a richly layered effect of dim, cold light that spread to the bed, turning the disheveled pink sheets warm and soft.

It wasn’t until daylight that they finally darkened.

Ever since Nan Jiaojiao brought up Qianqian, she had kept her in her thoughts, occasionally seeing her while video chatting with Bo Qingshan.

However, a few days later, Zhou Zining fell ill.