Chapter 683: If You Retreat Further You'll Fall Off the Bed

“Qingshan?”

Yi Qinghuan paused slightly, “What are you talking about?”

Questioning her?

A child?

Or who taught him to speak like this?

Bo Qingshan didn’t care how surprised she was, and continued on his own, “Third Uncle sent me back because he was afraid Great Grandmother would worry.

Originally, as long as Qianqian returned tomorrow, whatever happened to us wouldn’t reach Great Grandmother’s ears.

Aunt Yi had to come to our house at this time, and it just so happened that she let slip; isn’t that too coincidental?”

“Qingshan!”

Yi Qinghuan pressed her temples, “I told you, I was with Yaen Chi this afternoon.

They went to find you, and I came over because I was worried something might happen to Grandma Bo.”

The implication was that it was all done with good intentions.

His accusations seemed utterly unfounded.

But Bo Qingshan was shamelessly thick-skinned, and when he didn’t want to see someone’s face, he lacked awareness.

“Then Aunt Yi should visit less often in the future.

My Great Grandmother is living well, don’t have Aunt Yi come over a few times, accidentally letting slip a few times, and end up shortening her life with worry.”

Yi Qinghuan’s eyes widened incredulously.

Is this something that a descendant could say out loud?

“You’re too unfilial.

Who taught you all this?

Grandma Bo would be so upset if she heard it!”

“Oh, it’s always been Third Uncle who took care of me.”

If you want to blame someone, blame Third Uncle.

“It’s getting dark, Aunt Yi be careful on the way back.”

Bo Qingshan lowered his eyes, delivered the sentence indifferently, didn’t offer her a second glance, and his attitude was neither cold nor warm.

The guest was still there, yet he turned and walked away.

He had never felt the back of his head look so stylish before.

Yi Qinghuan was enraged, clenching her teeth tightly, her fingers balled into fists, whitening the back of her hand, and her chest felt blocked by a surge of anger, unable to release it, the heat rising to her throat, scalding her eyes.

This probe made her suddenly realize that she had come back too late.

That woman had won over everyone in the Bo Family.

Even the Old Lady, with her picky temperament, defended her in every sentence, leaving no room for Yi Qinghuan to wedge in.

Hospital.

Nan Jiaojiao was indeed running a fever.

Bo Yanching changed two basins of water, wiped her body to cool her down, and fearing she’d be thirsty, dipped his finger in water and moistened her lips.

Finally, in the wee hours, the fever subsided.

Bo Yanching called for the doctor to look at her, and her wound was slightly inflamed, so she was given a new dressing.

After such an ordeal, Nan Jiaojiao could no longer sleep.

She pulled Bo Yanching onto the bed; the double bed was spacious enough for two.

She moved over to make room, her body gathered by the arms around her waist, and when she was held and brought back, her lips touched his neck, her breathing paused, feeling the man’s Adam’s apple rolling with swallowing.

“If you move back any more, you’ll fall off the bed,” he laughed.

Nan Jiaojiao snuggled into his chest, not daring to exert much force, truly lacking the strength to do so.

She could act like a warrior protecting Bo Qingshan, but with Bo Yanching, she preferred to be a soft shrimp.

“What’s in the IV?” Nan Jiaojiao looked at the bag of fluids hung above her.

“Antibiotics,” he replied.

Bo Yanching took her hand where the IV was inserted across to his neck, the blanket covering her shoulders and arm.

“Feeling uncomfortable?”

Nan Jiaojiao shifted her head against his shoulder, squinting her eyes slightly, “A little, how much longer?”

“Half an hour.”

“Then stay with me for a while, and after the IV is done, you can leave.

My body feels uncomfortable; when you go back, help me bring some clothes.”

She felt embarrassed to boss him around and sweetly moved in to kiss his throat.

“Is that okay?” she murmured softly.