Chapter 508: So You Were in Rongcheng City You Were Hard to Find

“Daddy~~”

The little pink bundle in his arms grasped his collar and gave it a shake, “Please, can we?”

“Tuantuan, it’s time for you to go to bed.”

The man held Tuantuan and walked upstairs.

As soon as his feet touched the stairs, Tuantuan, in a fit of anger, pushed him.

Such a small ant-like force, of course, couldn’t budge him in the slightest.

But his shoulder did sway a bit.

Looking down at Tuantuan’s huffy little face, “Y country is not the place to learn the guzheng.

I’ll take you to C country to learn.”

Little Tuantuan’s pouty mouth burst open with excitement.

“Really?

Really?”

“Yes, now go to sleep, and I’ll take you tomorrow.”

Immediately, Tuantuan hugged his neck tightly, no longer intentionally leaning backward.

Once placed in bed, her round chubby body rolled inside, and she pulled up her blanket and covered herself.

Blinking her grape-like eyes innocently, she looked at him, “Goodnight, Daddy.”

The man pinched her nose affectionately and smiled, “Goodnight.”

He softly closed the door behind him and went into the living room, picked up the remote control, and rewound to the part where Nan Jiaojiao was playing the guzheng.

The man stood tall, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the remote control.

The clear light from above shone down on him, yet it couldn’t completely illuminate the shadow lurking in his eyes.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he smiled.

“So you’re in Rongcheng City, making it quite a hunt for me.”

He chuckled lightly, the laugh so faint that it dissipated as soon as it started, so that the following words “my dear” were barely audible, like a murmur, probably not even clear to himself.

“Arrange the flight.

I’m flying to Rongcheng City now.

Bring twenty people with me.

You leave half an hour after me and gather more people.

Surround Rongcheng City.”

The subordinate followed behind him, and Yeh Hannian moved briskly.

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, he was already in the car.

“Sir, what are we doing in Rongcheng City?”

“Kidnapping someone.”

Yeh Hannian immediately drove towards the airport.

…

After Nan Jiaojiao and Chu Yao changed their clothes and returned to the award ceremony, Bo Yanching stood at the entrance and took Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, nodding slightly to Chu Yao, “Your agent is looking for you.”

Chu Yao raised an eyebrow, “Third Master Bo, Jiaojiao was supposed to sit with me.”

Bo Yanching’s expression didn’t change, “She’s not from the industry.”

Implicitly, Chu Yao’s domain was one where cameras clamored to stick to her, and those seated beside her should be celebrities and artists from the industry, not an outsider.

In truth, Chu Yao hadn’t arranged a seat for Nan Jiaojiao.

Her statement was made on purpose.

With Bo Yanching there, there was no need for her to fuss.

“Alright then, I’ll leave Jiaojiao in your hands for now.

There’s a celebration banquet later, and I’ll come to fetch her.”

Bo Yanching’s lips curved slightly but he said nothing.

Even as Chu Yao was led away by her agent to sit under the spotlight in the front row, Bo Yanching showed no sign of moving.

He watched Nan Jiaojiao, her plain face with light makeup, breathtakingly beautiful to the point that it left him breathless.

He couldn’t get the image of her playing the guzheng out of his head—her eyes morphing from innocence, to panic, fear, then to determination and resolve, before finally despair and severity.

Knowing that the blood was fake, he still couldn’t control himself.

He had stood up in that moment, and if Yaen Chi hadn’t held him down firmly, he would have rushed onto the stage then and there.

Her decisive gaze, as if she was resolved to face death, terrified him.

Even now, still feeling unnerved, he subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, clutching it more firmly into his palm.

“Are you feeling stuffy?

If you don’t want to stay here, I can take you out.”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “To get some fresh air?”