Chapter 493: Yan the Good Samaritan

Nan Jiaojiao read his message back and forth twice, her lips slowly curving into a smile.

“Miss, Elder Jiang and Miss Chu are drunk and making a scene in the backyard.

None of us can control them.

What should we do?”

Aunt Mou hurried over with a disheveled look.

She must have tried to fix herself up on the way, but her clothes and hair were still a mess.

On closer inspection, there were two faint scratch marks next to her laugh lines.

Nan Jiaojiao had an expression of having anticipated this, “Prepare bathwater and have three or four people follow me.”

“Okay!”

Aunt Mou immediately gave the instructions, but, still worried, she quickly came back and followed behind Nan Jiaojiao.

Meanwhile, Bo Yanching stared at the chat box as it changed from “typing” to being empty, staring for quite a while.

That’s it?

What was she about to say?

Leaving him hanging like this made him anxious.

Bo Yanching called Yan Chi and arranged to meet at Minglun for a drink, only to find out that Yan Chi was already there.

“Planning to live there?”

Yan Chi whispered, “Brother Yan, are you joking with me?”

Bo Yanching switched one foot onto the table, both feet still resting there, leaned back, and held his phone up high.

He asked, “Is it convenient for me to come over?”

Yan Chi replied, “Hurry up!”

Bo Yanching’s lips curled slightly, his little finger hooked around a car key as he left the office.

Since everyone knew that Ye Wanting was under the protection of Nan Jiaojiao and Yan Chi among others, no one dared to approach her casually.

If they must, they definitely had to ask Yan Chi first.

This meant that VIP room 926 was always empty, leaving Ye Wanting with nothing to do.

She brought a bunch of medical textbooks with her, only busy when she had to deliver wine to room 926.

Tonight, when Yan Chi arrived, he asked the Manager where Ye Wanting was and went straight to her.

He saw the young girl in the lounge, in front of her a makeshift small table, sitting cross-legged with documents piled messily around, and even some books on the floor.

He asked Ye Wanting to bring two bottles of wine while he gathered up her documents and brought them into the VIP room.

Ye Wanting was pouring red wine into a decanter when she turned and saw Yan Chi arranging her study materials on the table.

“Brother Chi?” Ye Wanting walked over.

Yan Chi waved at her, “Come sit here, the lighting is better.”

“Isn’t that inappropriate?

I’m still working.”

Yan Chi sat down and pulled out a chair beside him, “You’re only serving this VIP room, and the wine has been brought in.

You’ve done what you needed to, and if I keep you from studying, wouldn’t I be an unreasonable customer?”

“But…”

Yan Chi reached out, grabbed her hand and led her to the chair, “Study, I’ll be right here.”

With that, he stood up and walked to the living room, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

Ye Wanting looked at him, and although Yan Chi seemed to sense her gaze, he didn’t meet her eyes, sparing her the embarrassment and leaving her no opportunity to start a conversation even if she wanted to.

After a slight hesitation, she flipped open her materials.

When Bo Yanching arrived, he almost thought there was no one inside.

“Brother Yan.”

Yan Chi stood up and beckoned him over.

Bo Yanching walked in, noticing Ye Wanting in front of the dining table.

He asked in a low voice, “Studying?”

“Yes, I called her over from the lounge,” replied Yan Chi.

Bo Yanching took a seat on the couch, accepted the wine handed over by Yan Chi, and looked at him meaningfully, “Yan the benevolent?”

Yan Chi’s brows twitched.

The word “benevolent” somehow sounded eerily unnerving.

Others might not know, but Bo Yanching was well aware of Yan Chi’s background; Yan Chi had blood on his hands, with more than a few lives lost during yearly training sessions of mercenaries under his command, often resulting in several casualties.

With all the bloodshed around him, he was anything but benevolent.