Chapter 61: Caught by Bo Yanching

“Cough…”

Han Qi fell off the sofa, wiped his mouth-corner, unable to discern whether it was red wine or his own blood.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nan Jiaojiao approaching him.

Frightened, he shuddered and pressed his back firmly against the leg of the sofa, looking up at the woman holding the broken bottle.

He laughed, “Happy, I’m extremely happy.”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a look as if he were a pervert.

It was impossible to find any aesthetic pleasure in a man who was smiling at her with a mouth full of blood.

She touched her Bluetooth earpiece and said, “In VIP Room 906, Master Han has ordered ten thousand bottles of Remy Martin.”

“How much?!”

The waiter was dozing in the wine cellar and jolted awake upon hearing the number.

“Are you sure Master Han personally ordered it?”

Nan Jiaojiao kept her composure, “Yes.”

“You…

you wait, we only have two thousand bottles in the cellar.

I’ll have someone bring more from another branch right away, please hold Master Han steady, they’ll arrive very soon, very soon!”

“Mhm.”

She holds Han Qi steady?

Nan Jiaojiao smashed half a bottle of wine on the coffee table, good, the body of the bottle shattered, spraying Han Qi with fragments and wine.

He watched the little girl’s retreating figure, the look of disgust on her pretty little face was somehow endearing to him.

Han Qi wiped his mouth and stood up to chase her, but his girlfriend clung to him, pouting and whining, “Young Master Han, this is so disappointing.

You went through the effort to celebrate my birthday, and she spoiled it all, I’m upset, you have to console me.”

“Disappointed, huh?”

Han Qi chuckled, stretching out his hand.

Someone placed a gift box in his palm, which he then handed to her.

Inside was a complete set of E.Y.

jewelry.

“Young Master Han, I knew you…”

“Break-up gift.”

The woman’s smiling face froze, her whole body turned cold, and she clung desperately to the jewelry box, crying and shouting after him, but it didn’t stop the man from walking away.

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t walking fast, and when a strong gust came from behind her, she ducked and swung around with a sweeping kick to the man’s calf.

He reacted quickly, blocking her arms and legs and pinning Nan Jiaojiao against the wall by her shoulders.

“Little fairy, quite vicious, huh?

You’ve marred my face, tell me, how are you going to compensate?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move.

Her cold eyes fixed on him.

She had only used a fraction of her strength, but Han Qi, desperate to quickly subdue her, had used almost all of his.

His eyes curled up in a spoiled smile, edging closer to her with every word, “My girlfriend doesn’t want me anymore, I’m so pitiful.

Don’t you think you should compensate me?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brow twitched uncontrollably, a trace of cold irritation flitting across her features.

Raising her hand, she was about to crush Han Qi’s shoulder when her expression suddenly stopped.

Across the hallway, near the restroom, stood a tall figure.

Bo Yanching held a cigarette between his fingers, unsmoked, with a long string of ash hanging off.

Under the orange-yellow light, his face was angular and stern, his expression icy, and his eyes seemed to carry the chill of the deep-sea night.

Staring straight at her.

Nan Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat, and for the first time, her grip faltered.

Bo Yanching walked by.

His brow furrowed deeply.

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him blankly, as well as the sneer at the corner of his mouth.

As he was about to take a drag, he flicked the ash from the cigarette.

Without another glance at her, nor looking back, he passed by indifferently as if they had never known each other.

“So?” Han Qi urged in her ear, his mouth nearly touching her face.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath, gripping Han Qi’s shoulder with her palm, and then clenched.

The next second, a man’s pained scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered, echoed down the hallway.