Chapter 742: Wouldn't Even Bother Finding an Excuse to Deceive Me

The tension held for a moment before Bo Yanching let go.

He walked back to Nan Jiaojiao and asked directly, “Who is that?”

Bo Yanching didn’t recognize Yeh Hannian.

Her presence here was purely to repay a favor from the past.

It should have been over today, yet Bo Yanching discovered it, his expression darkened with anger.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t think of a suitable response for a moment.

Moreover, having whitewashed half of her assets and severed ties with the Killing Alliance, she had no intention of returning to her old life of violence.

Yeh Hannian was a part of her past, a past she had always wanted to hide away, to bury even deeper.

Especially from Bo Yanching.

As she hesitated, Bo Yanching’s gaze grew colder by the second and suddenly, the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Nan Jiaojiao tightened her grip on her glass, “There’s nothing worth introducing.”

Bo Yanching’s hands were in his trouser pockets, his slacks clinging sleekly to his straight legs.

Standing against the backlight, the light shone from behind him, casting a thin glow on his earlobe.

The brightness faded as it reached his face.

The sharp lines of his face were indistinct, his brow bone slightly elevated then lowered, pressing down on an aloof coldness in his dark eyes.

He stared at Nan Jiaojiao unblinkingly, the thin smile on his lips barely hinting at mockery, “Jiaojiao, you can’t even fabricate an excuse to lie to me?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelashes fell sharply, her fingernails digging tightly into the glass as she traced shallow prints on its transparent surface.

Her eyes lowered, her voice devoid of emotion, “A friend.”

“Hmm,” Bo Yanching didn’t wait for her to continue, “And then?”

“Just a friend.”

Bo Yanching’s hand left his pocket, as if reaching for a cigarette, then returned empty.

Instead, it lifted to press forcefully against his brow bone.

He scoffed coldly, “What kind of friend needs your care in the middle of the night?”

Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback, her lips pursed as she wanted to say something pleasant, but she didn’t want to lie to him.

Since he had found this place, she wasn’t a fool; he probably realized it last night.

No wonder, no matter how late he socialized outside, he was reluctant to wake her.

With Han Che away, as well as Han Chuan and friends like Yaen Chi, why did he have to call her out in the middle of the night?

He was always reluctant to disturb her.

“Are you planning to stay here tonight?” Bo Yanching laughed mockingly.

“Sleep in the same bed?”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, meeting Bo Yanching’s eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

In her anxiety, she walked a few steps towards him, truly wanting to explain, when suddenly a child’s milky voice came from the doorway.

“Mommy.”

Yeh Tuantuan hopped down from Yeh Xiao’s arms and wobbled towards Nan Jiaojiao, almost bumping into the corner of the coffee table.

She dodged, nearly tripped but didn’t stop, running towards Nan Jiaojiao on sheer momentum.

Nan Jiaojiao instinctively put down her glass and squatted to extend her hands, but Tuantuan had already flung herself into her embrace.

“You’re Mommy, right?” Tuantuan looked up, squinting and smiling, “Tuantuan’s mommy, I know you.”

Nan Jiaojiao was a bit stunned.

“The last time at the mall, Tuantuan recognized you.

Daddy has a picture of Mommy, and I look at it often.

I remember what you look like, but Daddy made you angry and hasn’t cheered you up yet.

That’s why Tuantuan pretended not to know Mommy.

Am I smart?”

Nan Jiaojiao felt a lump in her throat.

She suddenly remembered who the little girl in front of her was.

Years ago, she indeed almost became her daughter.