Chapter 674: Bo Yanching is Here

Zhou Zining was choking Qianqian by the neck, threatening, “I warn you, better not resist.

Qianqian is in my hands.

If you dare to make a move, I’ll strangle her to death!”

Nan Jiaojiao sneered, using the tip of her tongue to press against her cheek, “Impressive, using your own daughter to threaten me.”

“What ‘my daughter’!

She’s a monster!”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned in disgust.

Zhou Zining, whether truly insane or just provoked, had trembling hands as she choked Qianqian, staring at Bo Qingshan and suddenly letting out a sinister laugh.

“Sooner or later, she was going to die anyway, might as well let me take advantage of her before that, at least she can show filial piety this way.”

Nan Jiaojiao sensed something was wrong, “What do you mean?”

“You don’t know?”

Zhou Zining feigned surprise, but the mockery was unmistakable in the depths of her eyes, and her manic laughter was full of sarcasm.

“Of course, you don’t know.

Only I know what kind of den of wolves the Bo Family is.

The children of Qianqian’s generation won’t live long; they are all monsters, monsters, hahaha!”

Nan Jiaojiao wanted to ask, but a mouthful of blood surged up.

She swallowed it down, and suddenly her vision darkened.

…

The warehouse door was blasted open.

Bo Yanching had finally arrived.

The bright light from outside flooded in, and he was enveloped in the play of light and shadow, the thick stench of blood that hit him made his heart clench tight, as he looked in a particular direction as if sensing something.

His dark pupils suddenly widened in shock.

Nan Jiaojiao, still unaware of the new arrival, was grabbing onto Bo Qingshan’s hand, jabbing a hairpin into her own arm.

She viciously dragged out a bloody line, trying to use pain to keep herself awake.

Two people were lying at her feet, and she kept Bo Qingshan protected behind her all along.

When the bright light entered her eyes, she didn’t even have the strength to lift her head to look.

She grabbed Bo Qingshan and threw him out.

“Run!”

Bo Qingshan did run, but he ran towards Bo Yanching, crying and wailing, “Uncle Three, hurry and save Sister Jiaojiao; Zhou Zining is almost killing her!”

He didn’t make it far when a gust of wind grazed his cheek.

Bo Yanching strode over, and two steps away, Nan Jiaojiao felt someone approaching and subconsciously swung the whip.

The whip cracked against the body, emitting a muffled sound.

Bo Yanching didn’t block and instead reached out to grab it, the whip coated in blood.

He held Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, realizing her hand was all tendons taut with strain.

“Easy, it’s me, I’m here.”

Nan Jiaojiao paused, then slowly raised her head.

Her pale face framed a pair of bloodshot eyes; she squinted at him for a while, then suddenly pursed her lips tightly and cursed, “You damn womanizer!”

Bo Yanching’s heart ached immensely as he pulled Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace.

“It’s my fault for being late.

You can punish me however you want, but let’s get you out of here first, to the hospital?”

Nan Jiaojiao disliked the smell of disinfectant in hospitals, but at this moment, her body was covered in injuries, and she couldn’t even tell where the pain was coming from.

Having injured herself like this, if she called her elder martial brother over, she would have to tolerate his nagging.

Bo Yanching gently held her hand, fearful of hurting her, and coaxed patiently, “Be good, put down the whip.”

“It’s not that I won’t let it go, my hand is cramping, I can’t move it, you’ll have to pry my fingers open.”

Bo Yanching did as she asked, prising open her fingers ever so gently, afraid of hurting her, but when he saw the multiple split open wounds on her hand, his heart filled with horror.

Nan Jiaojiao collapsed into his arms, “Praise me, I protected your nephew.”

After saying that, she couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted.

Bo Yanching picked her up and kissed her lightly on the lips.