Chapter 610: How long have those two been here

Who is Bo Yanching?

He was actually willing to peel shrimp for Nan Jiaojiao with his own hands.

The table was round and could spin; the dishes weren’t far away, yet every dish in Nan Jiaojiao’s bowl wasn’t served by herself.

Bo Yanching would prepare it for her, practically to the point of feeding her.

Being pampered like this in the palm of one’s hand, who wouldn’t express envy upon seeing it?

She had specifically inquired, and Nan Jiaojiao had no family background whatsoever, an orphan on top of that.

Just wait, with such a lowly status, she would never be able to marry into the Bo Family.

Bo Yanching’s interest in her was most likely just a novelty.

Thinking this, Loo Jinyang’s girlfriend felt somewhat relieved, and preoccupied herself with pouring a glass of wine, chatting with the young ladies beside her.

The dinner tonight was primarily for Bo Shuxian to unwind.

No one brought up the topic of the divorce, nor was there any special treatment for Bo Shuxian.

Anything contrived would be even more awkward—most of them were already acquaintances.

Bo Shuxian wasn’t stingy either, participating in entertainment activities he was interested in, and even played cards with Yaen Chi and the others.

Nan Jiaojiao pulled Ye Wanting to sit on the sofa; the coffee table was arranged with many newly launched desserts, served in small bowls, just enough for two or three bites.

In the meantime, two male waiters came in to pour drinks for everyone.

When they reached Nan Jiaojiao, one of them slipped, and the wine glass dropped.

With a sharp eye, she instinctively lifted her foot, and with a kick of her toes, knocked the empty glass upward.

It hit her lower leg as it fell and was tossed up again.

Then it bounced off her knee, followed by her thigh, repeated three times until she could conveniently catch it in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll wipe it for you,” offered the waiter.

Immediately, he squatted down to clean Nan Jiaojiao’s shoes.

She drew her foot back.

“No need.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the handsome young man before her and, breaking her usual reserve, asked, “New here?”

“Yes, my service was lacking, please forgive me,” he responded.

“Stand up,” she said.

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her chin slightly, her gaze casually sweeping over the young man’s face, then glanced at the one behind him.

Her dark eyes narrowed, as if deep in thought, “Working at Minglun, tighten up, and from now on, you don’t need to come to this private room.”

Both waiters looked up at the same time, a flurry in their eyes as they glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, then quickly lowered their heads and forlornly acknowledged, “Yes.”

They didn’t leave immediately; instead, they poured the wine and then exited.

As the door to the private room closed, they purposefully glanced inside.

From that angle, they could only see Nan Jiaojiao’s profile, as she was just turning to speak to the person beside her, with only a fleeting glimpse of the back of her head captured.

“Are you okay, Jiaojiao?” asked Ye Wanting, checking Nan Jiaojiao’s leg.

She had been slow to react herself, “That was close, thankfully the glass was empty, but how come you suddenly spoke up?

You never talk to Minglun’s waitstaff.”

Instead of answering, Nan Jiaojiao asked a question, “How long have those two been here?”

“Not very long,” replied Ye Wanting, “right after I returned to Minglun.

Those twin brothers have been quite popular here.

They were originally in charge of the 7th floor but were moved up to the 9th floor in just half a month.

The floor manager hasn’t assigned them a specific private room yet; they mainly assist colleagues in serving the various private rooms.”

Minglun Club was the largest gold-cashing nest in Rongcheng City, with floors designated by class.

The 7th floor catered to those with some assets but not much high social status, frequented mostly by vulgar nouveau riche types.

The 9th floor hosted the highest-tier individuals of Rongcheng City, and those who owned a private room there boasted family fortunes in the multitudes.

They escaped the clutches of the greasy uncles and wealthy matrons of the 7th floor in just half a month.

Not a small feat at all.