Chapter 68: Let's End It

Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit uneasy.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but she felt that Bo Yanching shouldn’t have asked her those questions.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

“Uncle, maybe we should just let it go.”

Her words were interrupted three times.

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head, the light inside the car was dim, it was raining outside, and the light from the swaying windshield wipers reflected on their faces.

She couldn’t make out the expression on Bo Yanching’s face clearly, pursed her lips, and said, “What we are doing is wrong to begin with.

I’ve been very happy with you these past days, Uncle.”

She took out a card and the keys to Jinglan Apartment, thinking he might not accept them, so she placed them on the dashboard.

“I’m giving these back to you.”

Bo Yanching’s face was expressionless, his gaze cold and frosty.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s…,” she had only said one word when Nan Jiaojiao realized she misspoke, “Let’s end this, just like that, good night.”

With that, she opened the door and got out.

Bo Yanching suddenly felt irritable, his movements to loosen his tie grew rougher, he forcefully pressed his tongue against his palate, and coldly called out to her, “Have you been short of money recently?”

Nan Jiaojiao thought for a moment: “A bit.”

She needed to appease her master, but her master was tough about money, and the medicinal herbs needed for pharmaceuticals were very expensive.

“So, is that why you provoked Han Qi?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him seriously, “I didn’t provoke him.”

The corners of Bo Yanching’s lips turned down slightly colder, “If you didn’t provoke him, why would he say you’re his girlfriend?”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t explain, nor was there much to explain, she always disliked such roundabout insinuations, simply repeating, “I don’t know him.”

“Huh.”

The man’s throat rolled, emitting a brief, cold chuckle.

He was angered.

“Break off your engagement with Shen Shichu tomorrow, stay away from Han Qi, and tell me how much money you need, I’ll give it to you.”

Coldness pooled in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but all that came out was a flat, “Go back, I’m going upstairs.”

“Ah, right,” Nan Jiaojiao turned sideways, glancing at him through the car window, “Uncle, let’s not contact each other anymore.”

Having said that, she indeed walked away with flair.

Bo Yanching almost crushed the steering wheel.

After smoking two cigarettes, he still couldn’t expel the stifling frustration in his chest.

He took out his phone to call Mr.

Yaen.

“Come out, let’s drink.”

It was very quiet on Mr.

Yaen’s end.

His voice was soft, “At this hour?

Aren’t you supposed to be appeasing your girl?”

Bo Yanching clenched his back teeth, “Transfer that hotel in Western City you have to me, no bargaining, I’ll wait for you at Shengyue Mansion, do not keep me waiting.”

Mr.

Yaen chuckled, “Big spender, Third Master, I’m coming!”

As soon as he agreed, Bo Yanching had already hung up the phone.

Mr.

Yaen squinted his eyes, a cold breeze blowing in.

His coat was open, and as he reached out to hold the phone against the windowsill of the hospital corridor, his arm fully extended, he saw a petite figure coming out of the ward.

“Mr.

Yaen.”

Ye Wanting came running to him, holding a thermos with the lid off, steaming vapor wafting from it.

“Thank you for your help tonight.

I don’t have much to offer, but here’s a cup of water in case you’re thirsty.”

Mr.

Yaen gave the cup a brief glance—it was pink, several spots of paint chipped off, with a faint water stain around the rim, but it was very clean, obviously well-used over the years.

Not wishing to dismiss the young woman’s gesture, he took it and drank a couple of sips.

He said, “Don’t mention it.

You’re Jiaojiao’s friend; I just happened to see you and lent a hand, don’t worry about it.”