Chapter 637: They Gave Too Much

Nan Jiaojiao laughed as she looked at him, “Are you even jealous of my professor?”

Bo Yanching took a deep breath and flicked her forehead with his finger, “How petty am I?

Am I jealous of a fifty-year-old man too?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed even harder, “Isn’t that what you just said?”

“It’s not safe at night.

What if I’m not here and can’t pick you up?”

Bo Yanching reached for her hand, and Nan Jiaojiao instinctively slid hers into his palm.

She tilted her head to look at him, “You won’t be absent, right?”

The man’s mouth curved into a handsome smile, “Right.”

Once they were in the car, Bo Yanching fetched a mousse cake from the back seat for her, “You barely touched your dinner, where would you like to eat now?”

Instantly, Nan Jiaojiao thought about Uncle Zhan’s home cooking, but it was quite a distance from there, and it was also very late.

“I feel like having porridge, the seafood porridge at Imperial Garden is quite good.”

Bo Yanching checked the GPS, it was just a ten-minute drive away.

He handed Nan Jiaojiao two tissues to place under the cake to avoid getting her hands dirty, “Eat slowly, I’ll drive slower.”

Nan Jiaojiao playfully wrinkled her nose at him, her smiling face looked very naive.

It was past nine, and they thought Imperial Garden would be less crowded, but as they entered, they found the ground floor was packed, and the aroma was already wafting to the door.

Lu Zhenzhen had a reserved booth here, and upon giving the name, the waiter respectfully led them upstairs.

“Miss Lu’s reputation really comes in handy.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Mine is even more useful, you should try it.”

Nan Jiaojiao had no desire to argue with him in this regard—the conveniences of wealthy people were vast, and she feared she might embarrass herself just by asking.

She hooked onto Bo Yanching’s finger, twirled it around, and her hand slowly curled up, gripping one of his fingers.

She pulled it towards her palm, treating his hand like a toy.

The seafood porridge was served first, prepared with a rich broth.

Shrimp was added only when someone placed an order, and other dishes followed slowly.

While eating, Nan Jiaojiao brought up a conversation topic, “Chu Yao called me today.”

“Oh?”

Bo Yanching’s interest was piqued slightly, “What did she say?”

“The production team contacted my senior, wanting E.Y to assign two designers to follow the crew, responsible for the costumes.

I gave my designs to my senior a couple of days ago, and today the production team responded, specifically requesting me.

I was hesitant at first, but Chu Yao told me about the price.”

Nan Jiaojiao rarely took up her drawing pen, and she made it a rule to drop all work by 8:30 PM at the latest, as she was lazy.

But the things she designed almost never needed amendments; the first drafts were usually the final versions.

Nowadays, everyone was paying attention to “The Empress’s Killing.” Since Chu Yao and the Director announced it, even the role of the male lead was highly contested.

With a strong production team and ample funds, they planned to start shooting this year, aiming for awards next year.

Everyone from the actors to the lighting crew on the film set treated “The Empress’s Killing” like a hot commodity.

Landing a role or a job on the film crew would be great for anyone’s future prospects.

Since Nan Jiaojiao brought it up herself, Bo Yanching knew her decision, but to indulge her slight brag, still played along, “So, do you want to go?”

“I’m not that interested in fame,” Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, “unfortunately, their offer was too good to refuse.”

“Hmm…”

Bo Yanching couldn’t help but chuckle, brushing his nose with his hand, “So, you’ll have to start getting busy if you’re following the crew?”

A sudden realization struck Nan Jiaojiao.

How could she forget?

This man was the supreme jealous type, even jealous of her professor.