Chapter 62: Bo Yanching Could Never Want You Again

“Ahhhh!!”

“It’s broken!”

“My arm is really broken!”

“Damn, won’t you stop?”

“Little fairy, my dear ancestor, ancestor…

it really hurts…”

Nan Jiaojiao had crushed one of Han Qi’s arms, her grip too strong to contain, and inadvertently dislocated his entire arm.

Han Qi initially still had enough strength to tease her, but when he realized she was serious, he painfully begged for mercy.

But Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hold back in the slightest, with a “crack,” not knowing which part was broken, he was in so much pain that cold sweat covered his forehead.

“Hey.”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed him aside and walked away, leaving behind a voice that sounded half dead.

“Bo Yanching will never want you again.”

He wasn’t a fool.

He had seen earlier how Bo Yanching looked at him, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

Leaning against the wall, his arm limply hanging, Han Qi turned his head back to Nan Jiaojiao and flashed a wide grin: “Did he keep you?

Name your price, come with me instead.”

Hands in her coat pockets and her profile stunningly beautiful and cold, Nan Jiaojiao’s lips met briefly and she said, “I don’t see you that way.”

It’s not about the money.

Han Qi laughed, a sinister laugh.

He was despised by Bo Yanching’s woman.

What if he insisted on breaking up this couple?

Once she left, Han Qi took out his cellphone and said as soon as he connected: “Get a doctor here, my arm is broken and dislocated.”

The person on the other end was so scared that they immediately detained a doctor from the hospital, making room 906 noisy and chaotic.

Nan Jiaojiao took off her coat, removed her earphones, and stood washing her hands in front of the restroom, as a heavy object fell behind the latticed screen and a woman stepping out of the stall adjusted her dress and glanced disdainfully at a stain on the hem.

“Throwing another glass of wine on me won’t change anything.

I did sleep with President Gao that night, and now I’m pregnant.

You’ve been holding onto the title of President Gao’s fiancée for so many years, it’s time you stepped down.”

She kicked the woman lying on the floor and snorted: “Anyway, you won’t be Mrs.

Gao in the future.

If President Gao really intended to marry you, would he have dragged it on this long?”

“Ha…”

Lu Zhenzhen leaned against the sofa, sitting in disarray on the ground, holding half a bottle of red wine.

She swayed a bit and then took a big gulp straight from the bottle.

Li Sisi immediately took two steps back, covering her nose.

“Did you really sleep with him?” asked Lu Zhenzhen, her tone so cold it was emotionless.

“So what if I did!”

“Alright, Sisi, look at her.

She’s so drunk she can’t even stand up.

You’re now President Gao’s new darling, don’t bother with her.”

Nan Jiaojiao emerged from behind the screen and glanced toward the lounge area.

She didn’t recognize people and wasn’t much interested in the entertainment industry.

These two faces were just vaguely familiar.

She then recalled that a few days ago, Qu Xiaoxiao had chatted with her, mentioning a new historical drama she was in, and the woman who had just spoken was the second female lead, Jih Mingyue.

The other one was a popular “little fairy,” known for her innocent and lovable second female roles.

“Really pregnant?” Jih Mingyue glanced at Mo Di’s stomach.

Mo Di was fidgety, not explicitly confirming but after looking at Lu Zhenzhen, thought of the day she could trample a well-born young lady beneath her feet.

Feeling a rare surge of pride, she admitted, “Yes.

That night, President Gao was so gentle to me…”

Suddenly a figure swiftly approached.

Just as Mo Di turned her head and before she could see who it was, her hair was grabbed, and she was dragged a few steps and then violently thrown against a wall.

A chilling female voice sounded by her ear: “You dared to climb into Gao Zhe’s bed, you’ve got some nerve!”