Chapter 751: It's All Over With Just One Apology

Nan Jiaojiao took a long detour by cab, first going to the hospital to drive her car away and then heading straight back to Feisheng.

Bo Yanching definitely wouldn’t be there.

Such a proud man, having suffered the betrayal of his emotions, how could he bear to see her face again?

Moreover, two days had already passed, and too many things had changed.

Nan Jiaojiao was truly exhausted.

She had been on edge all day and couldn’t sleep at night, not until Yeh Hannian came back did she finally relax.

Back in her own place, she dropped all her guards.

She didn’t even want to turn the lights on.

Kicking off her shoes, she walked in to find the milk tea she stored in the fridge two days ago was no longer drinkable.

She threw it all out, grabbed a bottle of ice water, and after a few sips, she couldn’t hold back a bout of coughing.

She pressed her hand against her throat, which felt as though it were burning, dry and scratchy.

She must have caught a cold.

Groping in the dark, Nan Jiaojiao made her way to the living room.

She remembered that the last time Bo Yanching had used the medicine box, he had casually placed it in the cabinet under the TV, but she couldn’t remember which one it was.

Starting from the left, she searched each one by one until she saw a box on the third try.

She twisted off the lid and rummaged through it haphazardly.

The lights suddenly turned on.

She jumped in fright and quickly turned around to see the man sitting on the sofa, holding a bottle of XO, his arm bent and resting on his thigh, his downcast eyes watching her intently.

Sitting on the carpet, Nan Jiaojiao’s legs were splayed out with the medicine box in the middle, and she happened to be holding a bottle of fever reducer in her hand.

Her expression was dazed, and she was still trying to process the situation.

As Bo Yanching stood up and set the bottle of alcohol down, he walked over and crouched in front of her, “What are you looking for?”

“Cold medicine,” Nan Jiaojiao replied subconsciously, “I have a bit of a snuffle, a dry throat, and dizziness.”

Bo Yanching promptly threw the fever reducer back into the box and pulled out two different medicines, first prying out two capsules and then one anti-inflammatory pill.

Nan Jiaojiao reached out to take them, bracing her hand to get up, but Bo Yanching had already walked away from in front of her.

She paused for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

Bo Yanching stood in front of the water dispenser, boiling water.

Only one wall of lights was turned on, and it didn’t fully illuminate where he stood.

He stood sideways, fiddling with a blister pack of fever reducer between two fingers, lightly twirling it.

His silhouette was cold, his face expressionless.

When silent, the atmosphere around him was chillingly stern.

The sound of boiling water gradually became more audible.

He suddenly glanced sideways toward Nan Jiaojiao standing three steps away and asked indifferently, “Have you been taking care of that friend of yours at the hospital these past two days?”

Nan Jiaojiao picked at her fingers, unsure how Yeh Hannian had arranged things on his end.

Although Li Jian had caught him off guard with a sudden betrayal, there must have been some sort of arrangement upon his withdrawal.

Bo Yanching’s question was likely because her car had been parked outside the hospital for two days.

“I’m sorry.”

“So a simple ‘I’m sorry’ and it’s all settled?” Bo Yanching’s voice carried a faint note of sarcasm.

“He’s an old friend I knew from the past, someone I haven’t been in touch with for many years.

He came here for treatment this time, without any acquaintances, and that’s why he found me.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at him once, averted her gaze, then looked back at his face.

“I didn’t tell you because he’s going to leave after he’s discharged.”

“Really?” Bo Yanching scoffed, “Then how do you explain the child calling you mommy?”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, “That’s his adopted daughter.

I wanted to adopt her back then, but I didn’t have the means, so I entrusted her to him.”

If Bo Yanching hadn’t experienced the last two days firsthand, always holding back his temper, watching Nan Jiaojiao looking at him so calmly now, he might have almost believed her.

He took a deep breath and asked, “That’s quite the explanation, how wonderful.

Tell me, what kind of friend do you need to share a bed with?”