Chapter 487: He Never Wore Such Fancy Clothes

A hand gripped Huo Jun’s collar, preventing him from collapsing, but there was no part of his face left untouched, nor his body spared.

Mo Tingshen had plenty of ways to torment a person.

But to avoid further trouble later on, Mo Tingshen had shown some mercy.

It was slightly better than breaking arms and legs.

He turned his head to look at Chu Yao, panting heavily, and asked, “Have you let out all your anger?”

Huo Jun’s face was covered in blood, especially thick and dark coming from his nose, creating an unsightly view.

“Enough,” Chu Yao said.

Mo Tingshen then stopped, fastening back a cufflink that had accidentally come undone.

Nan Jiaojiao stood aside, having watched the whole scene, casually tossed the fruit knife she held, which landed right at Huo Jun’s crotch, its tip less than 0.1 millimeters away from his privates, effectively nailing him to the ground.

Huo Jun had already been beaten senseless, delirious, and when the knife planted down, his trousers became wet, a foul stench wafting up, scaring him into crying bitterly.

Bo Yanching pulled Nan Jiaojiao away to the first floor and into the fresh air before placing a hat on her.

“I’m going to sign the bill, wait for me for a bit.”

Nan Jiaojiao replied with a “hmm,” standing two meters behind Bo Yanching.

Her gaze wandered unintentionally, suddenly catching sight of two silhouettes.

She narrowed her eyes, staring at the closed elevator doors and the glimpses of clothing behind them.

“What are you looking at?”

Bo Yanching came back, took Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, and placed two mint candies in her palm.

Nan Jiaojiao unwrapped one casually and ate it, then unwrapped another to feed him.

“You’ve been drinking, you can’t drive.”

Bo Yanching arched an eyebrow, “Walk back?”

Minglun and Feisheng weren’t far apart, but it was still four streets away.

Nan Jiaojiao, thinking of the nearby food street, pulled Bo Yanching in that direction, “Let’s stroll around before we go back, I want some candied haws.”

Bo Yanching indulged her, worried she might be cold, removed his overcoat to drape over her, while he wore just a suit with a black turtleneck sweater underneath, which was quite thin.

Nan Jiaojiao, for once, didn’t rush straight for the food, but pulled Bo Yanching’s hand, leading him into a clothing store on the food street and picked out a thick jacket.

“Try this on.”

Bo Yanching looked at her in surprise, “For me to wear?”

“Not satisfied?”

With the hanger in hand, Nan Jiaojiao showed him the unassuming black overcoat lined with lambswool.

But most likely, whatever was bought here was a fake.

Bo Yanching probably never wore anything of such poor quality since he was born.

Feeling it wasn’t right, she said, “There’s a mall on the street behind us, let’s go there.”

Bo Yanching reached out, taking the coat she was about to hang back, shrugged off his suit, and slipped into it directly.

“It’s just to keep warm, all clothing is the same to me, I’m not fussy.”

He had kept one hand in his pocket to stay warm, alternating it to hold Nan Jiaojiao’s hand.

Now that the jacket was thick, there was no chance his hand would get cold.

Nan Jiaojiao examined him, “It looks good; I’ll go pay.”

Bo Yanching didn’t object.

He glanced at the overcoat draped over her shoulders, knowing he wouldn’t be getting that back, and thought it considerate of her to buy him a new one.

The shopkeeper, witnessing a couple with such good temperament and strong presence for the first time in her store, didn’t even haggle over the price, sending them off with a big smile.

Nan Jiaojiao, with a clear goal in mind, found a vendor selling candied haws, picked out one large skewer, and four small ones with glutinous rice.

After eating two skewers, just when she grew tired from walking, there was a vendor selling rice noodle soup with an empty small table nearby.

She pulled Bo Yanching down to sit.