Chapter 752: What Do You Take Me For

Nan Jiaojiao was suddenly taken aback, her mouth agape, yet not a word came out.

Such a reaction, seen by Bo Yanching, instantly darkened his face.

The anger he had suppressed for two days suddenly erupted.

He had left the Bo family in Capital City, even wanting to return to her side in the middle of the night.

But when he opened the door, he found it empty.

He had given them both a chance, helped her lie to cover it up, yet she was in the hospital taking care of another man, a fact he had learned from a friend.

Fortunately, Loo Jinyang was one of their own, but no matter how it’s said, for a man, this was deeply humiliating.

He had always thought of Nan Jiaojiao as innocent, always wanting to protect and spoil her.

She was not perfect, but he liked her just the same.

The only thing he couldn’t stand was her deceit.

The child’s call of “Mommy,” the words he heard as he passed by the nurse station, and her reaction now.

Struggling to come up with excuses to fend him off—

Utterly disappointing!

“So this happened, huh?”

Bo Yanching suddenly gripped the aluminum strip tighter, its sharp edges cutting into his palm, his fist clenching tighter and tighter, he rubbed his nose with his hand.

His lips curled into a self-mocking smirk, unable to contain his anger, his voice low and restrained, “You taking care of a friend, fine, adopting a child, fine, I’m not around, but you could at least have told me, not catching me completely off guard, Nan Jiaojiao, it was late at night, do you know what time I got home?

It was nearly dawn, and you weren’t home.

I coaxed you to the bar, fine, you have secrets you feel uncomfortable sharing with me, but after that, you could at least be more cautious, yet you still sneak off to the hospital, sharing a bed with another man, what am I to you?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned pale, suddenly looked up, her eyes flickering wildly.

Bo Yanching’s hands were clenched tight, so much that the veins on his hands bulged, the force stretching all the way to his face, the room dimming around him, his chiseled features growing even colder.

The cold in his eyes seemed frozen, his thin lips stretched into a straight line, and after a long time, as his anger did not subside, he spoke again, his voice as if pressing through layers of air pressure, tremulously, “Can’t make up more excuses?”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t just say “I didn’t,” because it was true that Yeh Hannian had carried her to a bed.

“It wasn’t me… initiating it, I fell asleep on the couch, then…”

“Enough!”

Bo Yanching interrupted her sharply, suddenly unwilling to hear another word.

Before he left, he threw something at Nan Jiaojiao’s feet.

It was a crushed blister pack of anti-inflammatory medicine, its original shape no longer discernible, every squeezed edge smeared with blood.

He was injured!

Nan Jiaojiao chased him to the doorway, grabbed the hem of his suit without thinking.

“Let go!”

She bit her lip, carefully pulling it tighter into her palm, the texture of the suit gravelly against her skin.

She was afraid of not grasping firmly enough, every finger exerting force.

“Bo Yanching…”

She spoke softly, sounding like a whimpering animal, “Are you abandoning me again?”

Bo Yanching shuddered, his shoulders tensing painfully.

He suddenly turned, gripping Nan Jiaojiao by the waist and pinning her against the wall, staring into her eyes, he said emphatically, “Who the hell said ‘again’?”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to speak, but his grip was too strong, and she yelped in pain, her waist feeling like it might snap.

The entryway was unlit, Bo Yanching’s facial contours hidden in darkness, his frown shrouded with a layer of gloom, his suppressed breath close to her ear, his intense anger all exhaled in his breaths.

“Nan Jiaojiao…”