Chapter 587: Not Asking About My Fiancée's Affairs

“You’re not going to ask about my fiancée?”

Bo Yanching asked by her ear.

“Who?” Nan Jiaojiao replied groggily, suddenly remembering Zhou Zining’s words, “Someone was trying to sow discord, and I didn’t take it seriously.”

Bo Yanching chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of her neck, “My smart girl is truly clever.”

Nan Jiaojiao tugged at his clothes, “That said, I’m not against an explanation.”

He laughed, knowing she wouldn’t let it go so easily, and briefly told her about the minor connection between the Bo Family and the Yi family.

“There may have been an arranged engagement since Yi Qinghuan and I are about the same age, the families tried to match us up.

We did try to interact initially, but indeed, it wasn’t a case of mutual affection.”

For people like them, marriage isn’t something they can decide for themselves.

If it hadn’t been for Bo Yanching gradually becoming so powerful over the years that even the old gentleman in the Capital City didn’t dare to manipulate him at will, his marriage would probably have been arranged long ago.

“Not a good match?” Nan Jiaojiao looked up, lazily squinting her eyes.

“Before I met you, everyone else was just making do.”

Nan Jiaojiao snorted with laughter, “Sounds like something a player would say.”

Bo Yanching pinched her waist lightly, his lips against her ear, half irritated, half grumbling, “You were my first, where else could I go play the field?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in shock, then she slowly broke into a smile.

It was the first time she’d heard Bo Yanching utter such crude words.

Usually, when he was with Yaen Chi and others, he acted like a gentleman, but in fact, he must have heard plenty of their jargon and crude ways of speaking.

Nan Jiaojiao pushed him slightly, pointing toward the door, “If you don’t leave now, Bo Qingshan is going to break the door down.”

“That little rascal needs a lesson!”

Bo Yanching picked up Nan Jiaojiao from the couch, found a thin blanket to cover her legs, and just as he emerged from the cloakroom, Nan Jiaojiao had already picked up a pair of the same pajama bottoms and put them on.

They were quite loose on her, and after looking around for a bit, finding no clip, she simply took the hairpin from her head and poked two holes in the waistband, then wound it around a few times to pin it in place.

Bo Yanching didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; his pants were done for.

The door opened, and two little dumplings who had been eavesdropping tumbled in.

Bo Yanching only managed to catch Qianqian.

With a long stride to the side, Bo Qingshan tumbled in; he even tried to steady himself but ended up staggering a few large steps into the room, finally rolling to a stop at Nan Jiaojiao’s feet.

All he saw were the tips of Nan Jiaojiao’s feet and quickly sat cross-legged, elbow propped on his knee and palm supporting his cheek, lifting his head to reveal a smile he thought was incredibly charming.

“Good evening, Sister Jiaojiao.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently took a step aside.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.

Great Grandmother sent me to bring Qianqian over.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Qianqian usually sleeps with me, but since you’re here, she wanted to sleep with you tonight.

She felt too shy to come by herself, so I brought her over.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him disdainfully, especially after Bo Qingshan had stumbled over, getting who knows what on his split pants.

Out of compassion, she refrained from any quips and just asked, “Then what are you still doing here?”

Bo Qingshan: “…”

Was he superfluous?

Nan Jiaojiao walked up to Qianqian, hands clasped behind her back, brow lightly furrowed as she leaned in to create a sense of warmth, “Your brother says it’s true; do you really want to sleep with me?”

Qianqian bit her lip and nodded.

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her advantage, “Say ‘pretty sister’, let me hear it.”

“Cough…” Bo Yanching corrected, “Call her Third Aunt.”