Chapter 565: Next Up It's Your Turn

Bo Yanching squinted at him, “You seem to know quite a bit.”

“Friends, after all—”

Yaen Chi’s lips curled into a sly smile, “Catching Mo the Fox’s tail isn’t easy; he’s been as clean as a Monk these years, and now suddenly there’s a fire in his backyard— shouldn’t I stoke the flames a bit?”

“Take it easy,” Bo Yanching warned with a discerning look in his eyes, “If lightning strikes him, you’re next.”

“Impossible.

I don’t keep any steady women around, nor have I thought about marriage, but if I were to marry—”

Yaen Chi laughed, somewhat self-mockingly, “then my marriage would have to bring appropriate value to my family.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly, none of us really has freedom in marriage; flirting is fine, but taking it seriously…

forget about it.”

Suddenly, an image flashed through Yaen Chi’s mind: she sat at the dining table, pen in her right hand, gathering strands of hair on her cheek with her left, fingertips resting against her cheekbone.

Her brow furrowed, as if she was stumped, struggling to write.

Yaen Chi shook his head vigorously and drained his glass of red wine, then poured another.

“Brother Yan, you have to join me for this one, after all, we’re the same type of people.”

Bo Yanching gave him a look of disdain, “Don’t, I’m not the same type of person as you.”

He set down his cutlery and pulled out a paper napkin, then stood up, patting Yaen Chi on the shoulder with grave sincerity, “Keep your distance from me, and watch the things you just said around Jiaojiao, I don’t want to be lumped together with you.”

Yaen Chi’s eyelids twitched violently.

Suddenly, he clenched his teeth in frustration.

Can’t I ever catch a break?

Bo Yanching didn’t pay him any more attention and walked behind Nan Jiaojiao, pulling up a chair to sit down.

He started advising her on her cards, glancing at the pile of chips in front of her comparable to Lu Zhenzhen’s, and his lips curved up in satisfaction.

After everything ended, Bo Yanching went downstairs to sign the bill.

Yaen Chi, completely drunk, was propped up by Loo Jinyang and Huo Linxi, making a scene all the way.

The two strong men nearly lost control.

As for their girlfriends, after Loo Jinyang helped Yaen Chi into the car, he went back to pick them up and drove them home one by one.

“Jiaobaoer, wait for me, I need to use the restroom.”

Lu Zhenzhen handed her bag to Nan Jiaojiao, pointing her towards the extended terrace at the end of the hallway to wait.

Nan Jiaojiao obediently went there; fortunately, there was a lounge chair on the terrace.

She sat down sideways, placed the bag on her stomach, and tucked her hands into the pockets of her down jacket.

The light from the ceiling shone directly on her, and Nan Jiaojiao, facing the light, playfully exhaled.

“What are you doing here!”

At that moment, a shrill female voice reached her ears.

Nan Jiaojiao squinted one eye and looked toward the rapidly approaching woman.

It was Ye Xinyu.

She was staggering, barely stabilizing herself with the wall before letting go, touching the wall with each step, tottering over to Nan Jiaojiao.

“I’m talking to you, what are you doing here?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked annoyed, “Is it strange for me to be here?”

Ye Xinyu haughtily tilted her chin up, “Of course, what kind of person are you?

You couldn’t even gain entry to Minglun’s gate; who brought you here?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze cooled, her lips pressed slightly, her eyes settling into a silent severity.

Ye Xinyu couldn’t see clearly; she had drunk too much.

The manager from a cooperating company who had sat next to her at the dinner table had been making her uncomfortable, leaning in too close, his breath reeking of cigarettes.

After a few glasses of baijiu, she was drunk beyond her limit and had rushed out to vomit.

Unable to find her way back, she had, however, seen Nan Jiaojiao.