Chapter 621: Leave after Plucking It Bald

Jiang Yu picked up the bowl of alcohol and fed it to him, which was less feeding and more like pouring it down his throat, viciously warning in a low voice, “Don’t blab, do you understand the idea of a persona?

If Bo Yanching really were the type to despise the poor and curry favor with the rich, it would show sooner or later.

What’s the rush?”

Pei Dongshi almost choked to death.

What poured down his throat was hardly alcohol, it was more like a knife.

To deal with such a pair of deceitful mentor and apprentice, he felt he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of bad karma.

Before leaving, Nan Jiaojiao mentioned she was missing a few herbs for the healing medicine.

Jiang Yu was in a good mood and, considering the two jars of Shochu Liquor, generously waved her off to pick them herself in the Medicine Garden.

Bo Yanching offered to help, but Nan Jiaojiao pushed him back into the chair, saying she would be right back.

It was indeed quick, just ten minutes.

When she returned, she sneakily hid behind a pillar, peering into the main hall several times, then sprinted in at a hundred-mile dash pace to pull Bo Yanching up.

“What’s wrong?” he pulled back slightly.

Nan Jiaojiao stumbled against his chest, and before she could steady herself, she started dragging him, “It’s late, I’m sleepy, let’s hurry home!”

Bo Yanching, suspecting nothing, did catch a glimpse of the wooden box that Nan Jiaojiao was clutching tightly.

A hint of amusement surfaced in his deep-set eyes, and he helplessly shook his head.

Pei Dongshi immediately stood up, not even finishing his tea, and handed his car keys to a servant.

“Bring my car around, please take me back.”

He also instructed the servant who attended to Jiang Yu, “Don’t call me for the next couple of days, no matter how big or small the issue.

If Master asks for me, tell her I’m swamped with company work, got it?”

The servant listened, bewildered, and nodded just as confusedly.

He didn’t understand the words, but he could see all too clearly Pei Dongshi’s obvious intent to flee.

Bo Yanching also drank and wasn’t fit to drive, but Mist Garden employed several drivers who volunteered to take the car keys.

Bo Yanching sat in the back seat with Nan Jiaojiao.

Before the car even left the villa complex, Nan Jiaojiao’s phone rang urgently.

She picked it up, lips sealed, as Jiang Yu’s roaring voice thundered through, “You little rascal, did you pluck my most valuable herbs?

Did you also take the Green Bloodwort I just managed to grow?

Do you have any idea how much effort I put into cultivating those seeds?

You just pluck them as you please, you’ve stripped them bare.

Are you trying to anger me to death?!”

The driver in the front seat jerked in fright and silently lowered the window a bit.

Nan Jiaojiao quietly moved the phone away, waited for the tirade to subside on the other end before putting it back, feebly arguing, “I didn’t take all of it, just half.

I left you the other half.”

“Am I supposed to praise you for your conscience?!”

Jiang Yu was beyond furious.

She wasn’t lightly drunk, and before going to bed, she had to visit the Medicine Garden.

She got out of bed, grabbed a coat, and when she noticed the pillaged state of her herbs, she was so angry she dropped her coat.

Standing in the chilly wind, she bellowed until her face turned red and her neck bulged, a surge of heat emanating from her body, too heated to feel any of the cold.

“So, Bo Yanching gives me the seeds, and it turns out I was growing them for you?

Why don’t you just shave my head bald?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the box in her hand, which was filled to the brim with herbs.

“Next time I come over, it won’t fit…”

“Beep—”

Jiang Yu hung up the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao puzzled over it for a good while; the scolding wasn’t as prolonged as usual, and she was a bit perplexed.

Then, turning around, she put on a pitiful face, pouting her lips and giving Bo Yanching a tearful look.

He couldn’t help but laugh, raising his hand to rub the back of her head, “What did your Master call you?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips pressed downward.

“Little rascal,” he said softly with a chuckle, “quite apt, actually.”