Chapter 441: Hurriedly Rushing Over

The new home tutor was a female university student who spoke softly and taught with clear and organized thoughts.

Bo Qingshan, who was usually restless, was rarely so quiet during the lesson.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t go in to disturb them and left quietly.

She had only been sitting downstairs for a short while when Old Lady Bo and Qianqian came back together.

Nan Jiaojiao played with Qianqian and chatted with Old Lady Bo.

The two adults and child continued looking through photo albums, even saying they would give her one of the pictures.

Nan Jiaojiao took quite a while to choose.

It took so long that by the time Auntie Wu had finished arranging things in the dining room and came to invite them over, Nan Jiaojiao had just picked out a photo.

“I’ll take this one.”

Old Lady Bo glanced at it with an amused expression.

It was the photo of the split-pants.

Nan Jiaojiao coughed lightly twice, “Mr.

Bo was pretty cute when he was little, worth keeping.”

She seemed unaware that her reaction was somewhat telling.

As someone who had been through it all, Old Lady Bo had once been a young girl with a springtime crush; she did not point out Nan Jiaojiao’s obviousness.

During dinner, a car drove in outside.

The headlights shone on the window, casting passing cold light into the corner of Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes.

She turned to look, hearing footsteps outside, seemingly without the sound of the car door closing.

The two beams of light remained on.

Bo Yanching walked in, stepping into the pool of cold light and fixed his gaze on her.

Nan Jiaojiao stood up, “Weren’t you supposed to be at a social engagement?

Did it get canceled?”

Bo Yanching looked at her unwaveringly, his usually cold and handsome face expressionless, but as their eyes met, his tightly furrowed brow subtly relaxed.

Old Lady Bo asked Auntie Wu to add a set of chopsticks and bowl.

Bo Yanching came over and sat down beside Nan Jiaojiao, picking up where she left off, “Yes, it got canceled.”

Nan Jiaojiao took the bowl and chopsticks herself, serving him several dishes.

“We only started eating a short while ago; you’re just in time.”

Old Lady Bo glared at him, “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back?

We didn’t make your dinner, so why are you rushing over?

Do you really think I could hide Jiaojiao, a living person, from you?”

Bo Yanching replied, “I was pretty afraid of that.

I came over to keep watch.

Even if you mind me being here, I’m not leaving.”

Old Lady Bo rolled her eyes.

She had never been so dismissive of Bo Yanching before and couldn’t be bothered to say much to him, directing her bottled up annoyance towards Bo Qingshan instead.

“What are you smirking at?

You have an exam tomorrow.

If you dare to score less than a hundred again, you’ll come home to family discipline!”

Bo Qingshan’s hand shook a bit.

“Great Grandmother, what is this ‘family discipline’?”

Could it be something like a ruler, locked away in the ancestral hall of that mansion in Capital City?

Old Lady Bo replied, unflinchingly, “Teach Xiao Ba the multiplication table of nine.”

Bo Qingshan: “…”

Are you the devil?

He quietly buried his head in his bowl, not daring to speak or laugh, even his breathing was careful, afraid anything he did might provide a reason to be made someone else’s scapegoat.

Fortunately, the dinner went relatively smoothly.

Nan Jiaojiao had just finished wiping her mouth and was about to hold Qianqian and feed her when Bo Yanching suddenly said, “Jiaojiao, can you go to my room and get me a coat?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, having noticed when he entered that his suit seemed like autumn wear.

The shirt underneath wasn’t very thick either.

His striped waistcoat and tie were impeccably neat, but that outfit still seemed too light for the season.

It was as if he had hurried over from a place full of warm air.

“Which one do you want?”

Bo Yanching replied, “Whatever you like, you choose.”

“Alright.”

Nan Jiaojiao stood up and went upstairs.

When she arrived in Bo Yanching’s bedroom, the clothes in the walk-in closet were organized by category, with winter clothes in the first two cabinets on the left.

Nan Jiaojiao casually picked a black trench coat, hung the hanger back in its place, and suddenly, there was a sound behind her of a door opening.