Chapter 758: You Touched Her Hand

He recognized her at a glance; that was Nan Jiaojiao.

Only she liked to wear pink, an oversized down jacket that did not show off her figure at all.

Bo Yanching froze for a moment, zooming in on the medicine bag next to her, then enlarging it again.

Suddenly, he lost his appetite.

He called Yaen Chi, and the phone was picked up after just two rings, as if it had been held in hand the whole time.

“Have something to tell me, Brother Yan?”

Bo Yanching said coldly, “Cut the crap, what’s wrong with her?”

“Who?” Yaen Chi deliberately asked, barely holding back his laughter.

Bo Yanching’s face turned so dark it looked like you could wring water out of it, “Yaen Chi!”

“Asking about Jiaojiao, right?” Yaen Chi instantly cowered, “Nothing much, she caught a cold, and it’s quite serious.

Her voice has changed, very hoarse, and her nose is stuffed up—she can barely speak, her face is so red—”

“Tsk, not even the December chill could bring it down; the girl’s running a fever, but her hands are ice cold.”

Bo Yanching gritted his teeth: “Did you touch her hand?”

Yaen Chi couldn’t help laughing.

No wonder he’s my Brother Yan, always catching on to the crucial points and getting jealous over them.

“That’s not the point.

Whether I touched her or not doesn’t matter, the key is she’s got a cold and a fever.”

“You—”

Bo Yanching’s face was taut with anger, “Did you touch her hand?”

“Ah,” Yaen Chi, with the attitude of a pig unafraid of boiling water, said, “I did touch it, so what?”

“Get over here!”

Yaen Chi clicked his tongue and laughed, “Can’t roll over there for now, my brother is looking for me for something.

I don’t know when we’ll be done talking, but I’ll go to Minglun tonight.

Are you coming to find me?”

Bo Yanching almost threw his phone down in frustration.

He took a deep breath in anger and tried to suppress the bubbling rage, then asked, “How is her cold?”

Yaen Chi purposely kept him hanging, pretending to think, “Didn’t I already say it’s serious?

I went to the hospital to do some errands and ran into her all alone in line for medicine.

They say it’s hard for doctors to heal themselves; no matter how capable she is, she still has to go to the hospital when sick.

Tsk, she looked so lonely.”

Bo Yanching clenched his jaw so hard that the bones protruded under his skin, and his sharply angular face looked like it had been carved by a knife.

A look that would make anyone dare not approach.

“Hanging up now, got things to do.

We’ll talk tonight.” Yaen Chi hung up first, amused by how satisfying it felt; even the almighty Brother Yan had his moments when he could be played by him.

Arguing was good.

The more they argued, the better.

Otherwise, how would he ever get the chance to make fun of Bo Yanching in his life?

Meanwhile, Bo Yanching tossed his chopsticks aside, about to throw his phone as well, when Han Chuan, not wanting it to break, instinctively reached out to catch it.

Yet, when it was almost time for the phone to hit the ground, the force in Bo Yanching’s hand lessened.

Lifted high, it was gently put down.

What if he missed an important call?

“Sir, shall we…”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, sir!”

Han Chuan wanted to suggest they bring over Nan Jiaojiao, or to take Bo Yanching to Feisheng.

He had just started to speak when he was scolded, so he silently took out a new pair of chopsticks, presented them with both hands, and asked, “Sir, would you like to eat?”

Bo Yanching gave him a chilling look, “Have you been itching for a beating lately?”

“…” Han Chuan wished he could just seal his own mouth.

Bo Yanching commanded, “Take it away.”

Han Chuan hurried to tidy everything and leave.

That entire afternoon, Bo Yanching never left his office; not even a cup of tea was let in.

Two days later, Nan Jiaojiao’s cold had gotten better, but she still sneezed occasionally.

She had used up two packs of tissues alone, the wastebasket was full of tissues crumpled after blowing her nose.

She curled up on the couch, glanced at her phone, then turned on the TV.

After a while, she looked at her phone again.

It was so quiet.

It seemed as though, without Bo Yanching, her entire world had gone silent.

When she was alone, she felt unreasonably aggrieved.

She happened upon Yaen Chi’s Moment; the photo had been edited with a cool color tone, him clinking glasses with someone, and the other person’s hand that made it in the shot wore a Cartier men’s watch.

It was unmistakably Bo Yanching.