Chapter 723: The Marriage Proposal Came from the Bo Family

“I’ll have a latte from that shop on Tongque Street.

Pick up a few of their new desserts and a milk tea, less ice, more sugar,” she ordered.

Chu Yao wasn’t upset at all, and the Director wasn’t just putting on a show.

After jotting everything down, he turned and instructed his assistant to go buy them.

As he left the makeup room, his smile never faded; even a blind man could hear the tremor of laughter in his breath.

Yi Qinghuan had also seen the movement on Weibo.

When she logged in again, she got kicked out.

Big shots all over Rongcheng City voiced their support for Chu Yao, sending the drama’s popularity through the roof even before its broadcast.

She had accepted the drama adaptation out of respect for the Director and had also sought out Chu Yao’s works, discovering a talented actress.

But as for Chu Yao,

she just couldn’t bring herself to like her.

Pampered by Mo Tingshen’s circle like a Little Princess, willful and petulant with a nasty temper and yet not smooth in disposition—a mere orphan owed her success largely to Chu Yao’s face.

Yi Qinghuan put away her phone and said with a light smile, “Yanqing and the others really, they don’t even consult me.

Like this, it just makes me seem petty.

They are always like this; they just love to protect their own.”

That was a joke.

Chu Yao glanced at her from the corner of her eye, but said nothing.

No one responded to Yi Qinghuan’s teasing, and feeling a bit awkward, she left after a few words.

Chu Yao sent away the makeup artists and kept only two junior assistants.

These were her own people, with no outsiders present, she spoke more freely, blurting out, “What a mess.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and tossed her phone to Chu Yao, “Can’t play, your WeChat keeps buzzing.”

Chu Yao had two phones and two WeChat accounts.

The one asking for money, she typically used as a work account, hence why that phone was still quiet.

She swiped open WeChat, glanced at it without clicking on any messages, then flipped it face down on the desk.

“Next time I’ll get a tablet for you to play on.

Could you help me level up?” she asked.

Nan Jiaojiao gave her a look, “Thanks, but I have an account.”

“Don’t be like that, my dear Jiaojiao.

You’re the best.

Here’s a big, big hug for you!”

Chu Yao lunged forward, and Nan Jiaojiao wanted to push her away but hesitated, wary of damaging Chu Yao’s costume as she had just completed her makeup.

She extended a hand, unsure where to place it, just as Chu Yao pouted for a kiss.

Nan Jiaojiao ended up pinching her chin and pushing her away.

“Stay away from me.”

Chu Yao burst into laughter, then suddenly changed the topic, “That Yi Qinghuan, have you met her?”

“Met her.”

Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t looked up just now, and Yi Qinghuan hadn’t turned around.

Whether Yi Qinghuan saw her or not, Nan Jiaojiao, never one to be overly friendly, doesn’t make the first move unless spoken to.

“You be careful, that woman grew up with them, was in the same high school class, and Yaen Chi treated her really well.

There’s also Bo Yanching—”

Chu Yao sat back on the sofa, kicked off her shoes and sprawled her feet on the armrest, eyeing Nan Jiaojiao from the side.

“I heard that before she went abroad, she and Bo Yanching were discussing marriage.

It was she who turned him down.

The marriage was proposed by the Bo Family.

I’m not sure if Bo Yanching agreed willingly or was forced by his family, but his attitude was quite ambiguous at that time.”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips.

“Did you catch what I said?” Chu Yao was getting anxious.

Sometimes, she really fretted over Nan Jiaojiao’s overly passive and saint-like demeanor.

With all the hints dropped, the moment Nan Jiaojiao spoke, Chu Yao nearly fainted in shock.