Chapter 429: The Brat Starts Learning Flower Solving People

The living room was dark, and Bo Yanching had not taken the cigarette from his mouth once, though he continued to pinch it between his fingers.

The flickering ember couldn’t brighten even half an inch of space.

“Haven’t you slept?”

Bo Yanching immediately snuffed out the cigarette upon seeing Nan Jiaojiao looking for the switch, “Jiaojiao, don’t turn on the light.”

“Oh, okay.”

It was just as well without the light; it wasn’t completely dark.

The lamps outside shed some light through the window.

Nan Jiaojiao walked over, and as he reached out to welcome her, she placed her hand in his and sat down beside him.

“Did I wake you?”

“You didn’t make any sound, how could you have woken me?

I just came out to get some water.”

“I’ll go pour it for you.”

Bo Yanching had just stretched out his legs and was about to move when Nan Jiaojiao suddenly hugged his waist.

“Why are you out here smoking alone?”

“I can’t sleep,” Bo Yanching said as he sat sideways, wrapping an arm behind her to embrace her, “I was afraid of waking you up, so I came out to sit for a while.”

In fact, ever since Nan Jiaojiao had come into his life, Bo Yanching rarely suffered from insomnia anymore.

Once awake, he couldn’t seem to fall back asleep, so he simply came to the living room and sat alone, lighting a cigarette to pass the time.

“Would you like to talk?”

Nan Jiaojiao could tell that Bo Yanching, who normally appeared powerful and forbidding to strangers, actually had a very kind heart.

He cared deeply for Bo Qingshan, as well as for Qianqian.

With Qianqian having gone through such an ordeal, he surely felt terrible inside.

But with Qianqian’s parents around, even if Old Lady Bo were to intervene and forcefully keep Qianqian in Rongcheng City, people would only whisper behind her back.

“What do you want to talk about?” Bo Yanching leaned back on the sofa with a low gaze, smiling at her, “Has the little kid started playing Flower Solving People now?”

Nan Jiaojiao huffed displeased through her nose, “I’m not little anymore, I can listen.”

“Yeah, you can listen, and I can talk, but I can’t speak.”

Nan Jiaojiao understood.

Even just officials struggled to resolve domestic matters.

“How long will Qianqian be staying in Rongcheng City?”

Bo Yanching frowned; that depended on how long Zhou Zining planned to freeload.

Feigning illness, drugging her daughter, all these despicable acts she committed without restraint, avoiding Bo Shuxian.

She was causing such a stir, he wanted to see what she was ultimately up to.

“Let’s do this.

I’m free the day after tomorrow; I’ll go check on her.”

Bo Yanching picked her up to sit on his lap, his long fingers gently brushed her hair behind her ears, skillfully holding it in place.

He tilted his head back slightly, leaning on the sofa, looking into her eyes as if they harbored tiny sparkling stars.

“I have an engagement the day after tomorrow that I can’t get out of, and won’t be able to join you for dinner.

I’ll come and pick you up later.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned forward, her hands embracing his shoulders, arms bent to support some weight.

At this distance, she could clearly see the expression on his face.

He no longer looked the solitary figure she had seen when she first came out of the bedroom; that Bo Yanching was too lonely and desolate.

She pursed her lips, feeling a tickle in her heart, “I want a kiss.”

The man laughed softly.

He tilted his head up and kissed her.

As she leaned slightly to the side, Nan Jiaojiao slipped off his lap.

She looked back, wary of possibly missing her seat, but her waist was suddenly caught by the man’s strong hand, pulling her into his embrace.

The kiss landed softly.

It was tender, lingering, treating her as if she were the finest treasure in the world.

Gradually, Bo Yanching’s hand left her waist, resting on his knee, and his other arm did not embrace her but was propped against the back of the sofa behind her.

So, Nan Jiaojiao had to slightly sit up and cling to his neck to avoid falling.

The moonlight was cool, the wind gently howled, and patches of light and shadow fell on Nan Jiaojiao’s quivering lashes, while the half-closed eyes of the man seemed to be touched by a soft, gentle moonbeam.