Chapter 646: I'm Lost

Lu Zhenzhen took this matter to heart and checked the number that very day, finding it to be a disconnected number.

She asked Gao Zhe to check as well and got the same result.

When she asked Chu Yao if there had been a mistake, she denied it.

She did know that some people have superstitions about these things, but since she was just trying to find Nan Jiaojiao to be a zither teacher, and since they would likely be in contact in the future, she didn’t dwell on it.

After all, if there was any new development, Chu Yao would tell her.

So, she didn’t mention this to Nan Jiaojiao.

In the following days, all was calm, until something interesting happened.

Ye Shiqing became the spokesperson for Shen Shichu’s new property development.

Her status was different now, she was pegged as the prime disciple of classical dance.

It wasn’t clear which disciple they were referring to—probably one less famous than Ye Shiqing—she was merely overstepping her rank to bump into the big shot.

Lu Zhenzhen purely saw it as entertainment and took the chance to check on the progress of the funeral home.

Bo Yanching kept a tight lid on everything, not a whisper was leaked out, especially annoying.

Now, as soon as she got off work, she would go straight to Chu Yao’s place.

It was Lu Zhenzhen who took Chu Yao for the re-examinations and, after getting drunk several times, it was Gao Zhe who carried her home.

Chu Yao, abiding by the humanitarian principle that friends’ husbands were off limits, would wrap herself up tightly every time Gao Zhe came, not showing so much as an ankle, like a paragon of chastity.

Nan Jiaojiao had asked Chu Yao about it, but she would either pretend the signal was bad or say she was too busy.

Eventually, she simply asked Lu Zhenzhen to use some tricks to create interference.

Whenever Nan Jiaojiao called, it was as if she was out of service area.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t take it to heart, as she was busy herself, submitting four sets of design drawings in one week.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Pei Dongshi encouraged her, “Keep it up, extract your own worth to the last drop, hurry up and draw.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently rolled her eyes.

On Friday, as she left Rong University, she asked Bo Yanching if he was coming to pick her up.

Hearing that he had two more meetings to attend, she didn’t ask him to come.

She planned to go to the back gate to buy milk tea and try some of the newly released desserts.

But just as she stepped out, she noticed an especially striking figure squatting right by the back gate.

She paused for a moment, then pretended not to recognize the person and turned to leave.

“Sister Jiaojiao.”

Bo Qingshan caught up with her and suddenly grabbed her hand, “Why are you running away?

I was calling you.”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt a throbbing headache.

She deliberately looked at her phone to check the time.

She asked, “Master Qingshan, it’s three in the afternoon.

Shouldn’t you be in school attending class instead of running here?”

Bo Qingshan shook her arm, “Sister Jiaojiao, I’m lost.”

Nan Jiaojiao silently glanced across the street at the Bo Family’s private car.

“Who are you trying to fool?”

“I’m really lost.

I’m just a kid who couldn’t find his way home, so I had to come find you.”

Bo Qingshan smiled naively, his face brimming with happiness, showing no sign of distress at being lost.

Whenever he acted like this, Nan Jiaojiao would get goosebumps.

She slowly pulled back her sleeve and said, “Thanks, but I’ve been finding my way home for more than ten years better than you.

Do as you please; I’m leaving.”

Nan Jiaojiao pretended to walk away, and Bo Qingshan didn’t follow.

She couldn’t really leave though.

Looking back a couple of times, she eventually returned, “Want me to treat you to milk tea?”

“Yeah!”

Nan Jiaojiao took him to the milk tea shop she frequented, ordering two cups of hot bubble tea and some small cakes.

They found a spot by the window.

Nan Jiaojiao opened a box of macarons and pushed it towards him.

“Spill it.

Why did you skip class?”

Bo Qingshan chuckled guiltily, “I didn’t skip; school was dismissed.”

Without saying a word, Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone and switched to Bo Yanching’s dialing screen.