Chapter 709: How Many Days Are You Going

Outside the warehouse, Han Chuan pulled open the rear car door, waiting for Bo Yanching to get in.

He closed the door gently, aware of the noise, and as he walked to the driver’s seat, he replied to a couple of messages for Han Che.

Once he got into the car, he looked back and asked, “Sir, shall we head to the airport now?”

Bo Yanching was busy sending a message, but shortly a phone call came in.

He smiled with a slight curl of his lips and picked it up, holding it to his ear.

“You’re finally free to pay attention to me?”

He gave a look, and Han Chuan immediately shut up and started driving to the airport.

“I just came out of the library, and now I’m headed to the professor’s lab.”

Nan Jiaojiao briefly described her schedule, and it was such a coincidence that she hadn’t touched her phone all day, but as soon as Bo Yanching’s text arrived, she saw it.

It almost gave him the false impression that she was idle.

“I won’t be able to join you for dinner, so you’ll have to sort it out yourself.

I’m leaving Han Che with you to pick you up and drop you off from school for the next few days.”

Nan Jiaojiao murmured, “How many days will you be gone?”

Bo Yanching laughed; he knew it.

This morning, when he was cuddling her, he had already told her, but she wasn’t fully awake and had just responded absent-mindedly—he was right, she hadn’t really taken it in.

“It depends; if it’s fast, one day.

If slow, two or three days.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao misstepped and stumbled down a couple of steps, exhaling sharply, and immediately heard him ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just be careful yourself.”

“I know,” Bo Yanching’s eyes curved softly as he coaxed, “Shall I call you once I arrive?”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer, just text me and I’ll respond when I see it.”

Bo Yanching slightly narrowed his eyes, “That busy, huh?”

“Not busy.”

Lying.

She sure knew how to sweet-talk him.

His wife is a top student; it seemed he wasn’t allowed to complain.

“Okay, I’ll text you.

I’ll wait for your reply no matter how late, eat your meals on time.

I’ll be watching you, and when I’m not there, cut back on the iced milk tea.”

Nan Jiaojiao shivered and silently glanced at the iced milk tea in her hand.

Did he have psychic abilities?

She looked up at the sky, trying hard to appear less perfunctory, “Understood.”

Bo Yanching’s tone became even softer, “Call me if you need anything, I’ll fly back.”

“You need to take care of Qianqian’s matter first.

If we can’t get the poison recipe, even as the Divine Doctor, I wouldn’t dare to use the medicine recklessly.”

Bo Yanching: “…”

Why was it so hard to be flirtatious with her?

A young girl who didn’t understand romance.

The phone call lasted until Nan Jiaojiao said she “had things to do” before ending.

After hanging up, Bo Yanching couldn’t help but stare at the screen that hadn’t gone dark yet.

As the scenery flew backward outside the window, it was about ten minutes until they reached the airport.

He had wanted to have a tender conversation with her over the phone.

It had ended after just a few sentences, his first taste of being left hanging.

He was truly at her mercy.

Two hours later.

Zhou Zining was utterly drained.

Her hair was a mess, and her clothes torn into pieces hung on her body, barely covering anything.

The last man zipped up his pants and left her.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared fixedly at the ceiling light, while blood filled the gaps between her teeth from several cuts in her mouth.

During the struggle, her fingernails had either scraped off dead skin from the men or collected dirt, all mixed with her blood.

Han Che kicked away the two men still lurking around her with predatory eyes, “Get lost.”

They had taken out all their anger on Zhou Zining, not daring to touch Han Che.

Even when this man showed up, a few were so scared they peed themselves.

Clothes half-worn, they scrambled away in a panic, hiding to one side.