Chapter 408: Tomorrow There Will Be No Song Family in Rongcheng City

Ye Wanting looked up in surprise, “Jiaojiao, how could you too?”

“Oh, I got corrupted by them, but I’m inherently pure.”

Nan Jiaojiao, without changing her expression, welcomed her in, “You should spend less time with them in the future, you’re still young.”

Ye Wanting glanced back and whispered, “But I really like Chu Yao, can I come to see her often?”

“Just come to see me, and if she’s at home, I’ll take you to see her.”

Ye Wanting knew that a celebrity’s schedule was very busy, she didn’t dare to disturb, before she felt lucky to even catch a distant glimpse, but she hadn’t expected to become so close.

Today, she was so happy she was practically dizzy.

Thankfully, she hadn’t forgotten Yaen Chi; when she was going upstairs, she tried calling Yaen Chi but couldn’t get through, so she kept her phone clutched in her palm.

When the doorbell rang, she immediately stood up, “I’ll go open the door.”

She trotted over, pulled open the door, and sure enough saw Yaen Chi standing outside.

He had a suit jacket draped over one arm, the first two buttons of his shirt undone, the cufflinks open, and his sleeves rolled up several times.

There were no visible injuries on him.

Ye Wanting let out a sigh of relief, “Brother Chi, you’ve arrived.”

“Mhm.”

As Yaen Chi walked in, Ye Wanting moved aside to let him in, watching as he found slippers for himself, “Were you waiting for me specially?”

“Did Song Yutang give you a hard time?”

“Her?” Yaen Chi snorted with disdain, “She doesn’t have the ability.”

Ye Wanting pursed her lips awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I’ve caused you trouble.”

“It’s not your fault.

It was me who made a move on the Song family.

If we’re really laying blame, it’s me who’s dragged you into this.”

Yaen Chi really wasn’t accustomed to exchanging pleasantries, especially with a young girl.

He brushed off the formalities, and patting her on the shoulder, said, “Alright, go play inside.

I need to discuss something with Brother Yan.”

He hung his suit on the coat rack and walked to the outside of the kitchen, stealing glances inside.

“Well, well, when did my Brother Yan start cooking?”

Bo Yanching didn’t even turn around, “Get in here, there’s a bunch of vegetables waiting for you to pick.”

“Get in, I’m coming right in.”

Yaen Chi cursed jokingly, pushing up his sleeves further, the blood-stained cuffs were folded inward.

Bo Yanching glanced sideways, “Got into a fight?”

“What are you talking about?

I don’t hit women.

It’s just that the kids around her had too much to say, couldn’t help swinging a small fist a couple of times.”

This time, Yaen Chi hadn’t needed to get involved personally.

He went there specifically to find the boys that had cornered Ye Wanting, locked them in a dark room, and gave them a beating, a bit too harshly—blood had splattered all over him, and it took him a long time to wash off before he came back.

“Tomorrow there won’t be a Song family in Rongcheng City,” Yaen Chi’s eyes flickered with a hint of grimness.

Bo Yanching pushed the chopped potato strips into a bowl, the knife point plunging downward into the cutting board.

Turning his body slightly, he gave a meaningful lift of the brow, “I don’t care how you handle it; just keep away from Jiaojiao’s classmates.”

Yaen Chi’s eyes widened, “Brother Yan, am I a virus, or what?”

“Take my words seriously and don’t trouble the girl.”

“I know, am I that sort of person?

It’s just that they seemed quite pitiful, so I gave them a hand.

Can’t I just be unable to bear seeing people suffer?”

Bo Yanching scoffed, “Isn’t your conscience kicking in a bit late?”

Yaen Chi had a thick skin, “As long as it’s there, who cares when.”

“Pick the vegetables, quit your yapping.”

In the living room, Yaen Chi’s clothes had not been hung properly and had fallen off the coat rack onto the floor.

Ye Wanting picked them up, intending to hang them back up, when suddenly she felt something wet and cold, her palm had brushed against blood.