Chapter 400: Bo Shuxian Urgently Recalled

Nan Jiaojiao misheard for a moment and thought Bo Qianqian was ill.

She immediately wanted to rush over but was held back by Bo Yanching.

Bo Shuxian originally had half a month of vacation, but he received a sudden assignment.

They discovered a tomb in a mountain, which was very likely the burial site of a prince from the Jin merchant era.

As soon as they entered the air inside, the colorful paintings on the walls faded instantly.

They quickly sealed the entrance and waited for Bo Shuxian to arrive.

With his photographic memory and excellent drawing skills, he could remember and recreate the original colors and patterns of the paintings to the greatest extent possible.

At the entrance, they found a large number of paintings and calligraphy intended as burial objects.

Many were not preserved well and had already been damaged.

The archaeological team didn’t dare to touch them, waiting for Bo Shuxian to retrieve and repair the paintings.

Bo Shuxian was going to take Zhou Zining and Qianqian with him, but Zhou Zining happened to fall ill at that time.

She contracted a severe cold and wouldn’t even see Qianqian, afraid of passing the illness to the child.

She was so sick that she couldn’t even get out of bed.

Xu Shu went over, and Bo Shuxian also stayed to take care of her all night.

In the morning, he found many missed calls on his phone.

The archaeological team was pressing hard, and he was in a difficult position.

Zhou Zining suggested that he go ahead and she would stay at the Bo Residence with Qianqian until he returned.

After giving it some thought, Bo Shuxian packed his bags and left.

Nan Jiaojiao made a phone call to Bo Qingshan, who now had a mobile phone.

He had pestered Bo Yanching to buy it for him and usually used it to video call Nan Jiaojiao.

She specifically confirmed that Qianqian was fine before feeling relieved.

There was another matter.

The Empress’s Killing had already selected the lead actress and the director.

The production team was top-notch, and they were now openly casting actors.

Nearly half of the entertainment industry had auditioned.

Chu Yao had a great deal of say in the final selection of actors for The Empress’s Killing.

She only needed to show up at the end to assess the rapport and compatibility with the selected actors.

She didn’t have to handle anything in the initial stages.

She was happy to have the leisure time and stayed at home picking at her toes.

Nan Jiaojiao and Lu Zhenzhen often went to her place for meals.

Chu Yao liked to cook, but the only ones who enjoyed her cooking were the two of them.

She used to cook for Mo Tingshen as well, but later she thought it was just annoying.

She felt that feeding him was like feeding a dog.

She even renovated a separate room with a very large bathtub, installing thermostats beneath it and around the walls so it could be used as a hot spring.

However, right next to the bathtub was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

At first, Nan Jiaojiao felt embarrassed, and even if she insisted on soaking in it, she would wrap herself up tightly in a bathrobe.

Chu Yao and Lu Zhenzhen loved to tease her.

Later she found out that even if she stripped naked and pressed herself against the window like a twisting snake, passing eagles, as if blinded by cataracts, would simply fly straight past without so much as a peck.

Because they simply couldn’t see inside.

Nan Jiaojiao’s courage grew, and she soaked in the tub wearing a swimsuit.

Unfortunately, on that day, someone knocked on the door.

Chu Yao and Lu Zhenzhen, with their faces masked, heard the doorbell ring and glanced at Nan Jiaojiao with their eyes, “Sweetie, go open the door.”

Nan Jiaojiao curled her toes, “I don’t want to, I’m afraid of the cold.”

Chu Yao looked her up and down, “You’re the most dressed like a proper housewife here.

Look at what you’re wearing, a little skirt with lace, you could use a couple of strings around your neck as an apron.

Zhenzhen and I are barely covered with three pieces of cloth, and we’d find it troublesome to even put on clothes.

You’re convenient, you go.”

Lu Zhenzhen threw a bathrobe behind Nan Jiaojiao, “Be a good girl, I’ll make you a milk tea, the kind that you like so milky it’s almost cloying.”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked her eyes, “Add more popping boba.”

Lu Zhenzhen gave her an “OK” gesture.

Nan Jiaojiao got out of the bathtub, put on her bathrobe, and went to open the door.

“Jiaojiao, I—”

The person outside stood eye to eye with her.