Chapter 474: Holding and Not Cold

Zhou Zining’s eyelids flicked upward, and within her narrow field of vision, she could only make out Bo Shuxian’s jawline.

She furrowed her brow and leaned into his arms, avoiding the stubble on the man’s chin.

Despite the disgust hidden in the depths of her eyes, her voice was soft, “I understand, you just go ahead with your work, I’ll stay here with Qianqian, don’t worry about us.”

“It’s been hard on you, thankfully you’ve been here these years.”

Bo Shuxian had always harbored a sense of guilt towards Zhou Zining.

That’s why he had always handed over his income for her to manage.

Although he never meddled with the Bo Family’s affairs, his income from archaeology and dealing with various calligraphies and paintings was considerable.

Having dealt with ancient artifacts over the years, he gradually developed certain skills, becoming unmatched in appraising antiquities and earned quite a reputation.

Some people who brought their antiques and paintings for his appraisal would, appropriately, pay him a fee.

After Bo Yanching left the Bo Residence, Bo Shuxian also departed.

Old Lady Bo hadn’t explicitly ordered it, but she had effectively lifted Zhou Zining’s house arrest.

Remarkably, Zhou Zining didn’t go out, and after Bo Shuxian left, she returned to her own room and only came out for dinner.

Seeing that she wasn’t causing any trouble, Old Lady turned a blind eye, if only to prevent Qianqian from constantly asking for her mother.

…

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao walked out of the school gates, she spotted the black Land Rover.

The man’s tall figure stood by the car, and as she approached, he stretched out his arm to wrap around her shoulder, gently guiding her into the vehicle before taking his seat on the other side.

Nan Jiaojiao threw her bag onto the back seat, straightened her legs, and stretched them under the warmth of the heater.

As Bo Yanching got into the car, he brought a burst of cold air with him.

She lightly raised an eyebrow, her eyes peeking out from under her knitted hat, “Did you give the pastry to Grandma?”

“I did, and she complained about me not bringing you along.”

“I’ve been busy, I’ll go when I have some free time.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back, adjusting her seat to recline further, and Bo Yanching buckled her seatbelt for her.

He took two fingers to push up her hat, exposing her eyebrows at the very least.

“Are you that afraid of the cold?”

Nan Jiaojiao let out a soft sound, “It’s not cold when I’m in your arms.”

“Don’t be silly, I still have to drive,” Bo Yanching said with a low chuckle, taking a piece of marbled mousse cake from the backseat for her, “It’s reduced sugar, to tide you over.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a resentful look.

It was at times like this that she felt Bo Yanching was quite wicked.

The milk tea and desserts he bought were always reduced sugar, lacking flavor, and he unfailingly bought only one type, leaving her no choice but to pick.

Once the car had been driving for a while and the speed had stabilized, Nan Jiaojiao unwrapped her spoon and cradled the cake in her palm, scooping up mouthfuls one by one.

After finishing it, she leisurely made a phone call to Chu Yao and Lu Zhenzhen.

Ye Wanting had arrived at Minglun an hour early, and when Nan Jiaojiao got there, she was still with the Manager.

Inside VIP Room 926, Loo Jinyang and Huo Linxi were already present, each with their respective female companions, along with two unfamiliar faces.

The four men sat together playing cards.

Hearing the door open, they all promptly stood up.

“Brother Three!”

Nan Jiaojiao stepped back slightly, pulled forward by Bo Yanching.

Loo Jinyang and the others showed respect by also calling out, “Jiaojiao.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded in greeting.

Her gaze hadn’t even focused on their faces when Bo Yanching’s raised hand conveniently blocked her view.

He took off her hat and scarf, attended to her as she shed her coat, and then hung it on the coat rack.

No matter how many times he witnessed such a scene, Loo Jinyang still found it quite mystical.

That was Master Bo, after all.

An almost divine figure.

Yet there he was, serving someone, with a hint of deference, as if pampering her to the utmost.