Chapter 73: Third Master at Home

They agreed not to contact each other, but some ties are really hard to cut off.

On Saturday, just as Nan Jiaojiao came downstairs, Pei Dongshi was already waiting at the entrance of her residential area, and he drove her to the old Bo residence and then left.

She didn’t want to go in, but thinking about Bo Qingshan’s illness being truly tricky, which required long-term treatment, she realized the child was innocent.

“Miss Nan.”

The butler came out to meet her and smiled kindly, “Third Master asked me to take you in.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows and instinctively looked upstairs, but she had never been to Bo Yanqing’s bedroom and didn’t know which window it was.

“Is Mr.

Bo at home?”

“Yes, the Third Master rarely comes here.

He must be worried about the young master’s illness.”

That was probably the only reason.

As soon as they reached the living room, Bo Qingshan stood up abruptly, his eyes shining as he looked at the person who entered, “Beautiful sister!”

Nan Jiaojiao was so startled by his heroic voice that she nearly turned around and left.

She forced a smile, “You’ve recovered well; your voice is strong.”

“It’s all thanks to beautiful sister!”

Nan Jiaojiao took this as a compliment and accepted it proudly, “Hmm.”

Bo Qingshan stood upright, dressed in a miniature suit, his hair styled just like Bo Yanqing, slicked back so tightly that his head shone brightly, capable of generating electricity.

“I’ll go prepare some drinks and pastries.

Young master, you can take beautiful sister upstairs.”

The butler smiled, and when he left, he gave Nan Jiaojiao an extra couple of glances.

Those glances made Nan Jiaojiao feel uneasy, suddenly finding the nickname “beautiful sister” a bit too embarrassing.

“We’ll be seeing each other often, so if you don’t mind, just call me Sister Jiaojiao.”

“Sister Jiaojiao!” Bo Qingshan was very cooperative.

Nan Jiaojiao coughed softly, “Let’s go, to your room.”

Bo Qingshan led the way with Nan Jiaojiao following him upstairs, her gaze casually sweeping around, yet she saw no sign of Bo Yanqing.

She wanted to ask, but Bo Qingshan went straight to the bed and lay down, his hair oil smudging the white pillow into a blackish hue.

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand trembled, not wanting to deal with such a greasy surface, so she tactfully suggested, “Go change your clothes and wash your hair.”

“What’s wrong?

Don’t I look good like this?”

Bo Qingshan grumbled as he sat up, “I see my uncle dressed like this all the time.”

“You…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes darted around before she tactfully reminded, “You’re not as handsome as him.”

Bo Qingshan’s face fell, “Sister Jiaojiao, that’s not nice of you.

You’re damaging my fragile little heart!”

Fearing that his hair oil might get on her, Nan Jiaojiao kicked from the edge of the bed and the wheeled chair rolled back a good distance.

She gestured toward the bathroom, “Go.”

Bo Qingshan jumped off the bed swiftly, and soon got ready, intentionally wearing very cartoonish and cute clothes.

Since he couldn’t outshine his uncle in the same style, he had to carve out his own style; there’s no way his uncle could tolerate losing to him in cuteness.

Oh, and his hair was blown dry by Nan Jiaojiao, which made him especially satisfied.

Nan Jiaojiao performed acupuncture, and after hitting the acupoints, she took out her phone to play games.

Bo Qingshan watched for a long time, and not being able to hold back any longer, he ran out to pee, heading to the guest bedroom on the third floor to do his business.

Coming out, he happened to meet Bo Yanqing coming out of the boxing room.

“Why are you here?” Bo Yanqing asked.

“I needed to pee.”

Bo Qingshan glanced at Bo Yanqing, dressed in a black tank top and sweatpants, his body covered in sweat from exercise.

Water dripped from his hair, sliding across his ruggedly handsome face, every line seeming as if it had been meticulously sculpted by the heavens.