Chapter 76: I Thought You Had Let Go

Nan Jiaojiao almost fell down the stairs.

At her birth, she couldn’t have imagined that one day she would be scared of a silly bird.

“Is that so?” She didn’t care about it at all.

The Old Lady nodded, “Yes, Xiao Ba was talking about you.

I told it not to make noise, scattered some birdseed for it and then it went back.

You didn’t walk past it when you arrived, did you?

It was unusually cheerful today.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

Bo Qingshan curiously asked, “Sister Jiaojiao, have you seen Xiao Ba before?”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him an inscrutable look, “Sometimes, people shouldn’t eat too much.”

It’s easy to attract evil spirits.

She didn’t want to be remembered by that silly bird.

The Old Lady casually mentioned this and had Auntie Wu bring her a walking stick.

She slowly shuffled into the kitchen, watched over it for a while, and when she came out, she noticed Nan Jiaojiao sneaking a glance at her leg.

She laughed, “I got used to it a long time ago; it’s an old ailment from my youth.

I can still stand and walk on my own for a while without getting tired.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “May I ask, Grandmother, how did you injure your leg?”

A hint of pain flashed through the Old Lady’s eyes, quickly fading, her smile deepening, “It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingers rested on her knee, she gently nodded and softly said, “Let me help you treat it?”

“You?”

A spark of interest appeared in the Old Lady’s eyes, but it quickly extinguished.

She smiled reassuringly and waved her hand, “Alright, next time you come, we’ll give it a try.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t say anything.

She could tell that the Old Lady didn’t believe her; she was only being polite to save her face.

The conversation just now was more of a polite refusal.

Soon after, dishes began to come out of the kitchen one after another.

Once everything was nearly ready, the Old Lady glanced upstairs, then turned back with a cheerful smile, “Little Jiaojiao, go upstairs and call Yanqing down.”

Nan Jiaojiao nudged Bo Qingshan with her foot.

The Old Lady, sharp-eyed, said, “Don’t send him; he’ll just end up getting beaten.

You go.”

Nan Jiaojiao helplessly replied, “I’m afraid of getting beaten too.”

“It’s okay; he would be too embarrassed to hit a woman.”

Nan Jiaojiao reluctantly walked upstairs, moving slowly, hoping that before she reached the top of the stairs, Bo Yanching would come down by himself.

…

After showering, Bo Yanching came out with no clothes on, a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair still dripping wet.

He hadn’t dried it very thoroughly, leaving a few drops on his chest.

His nose caught the scent of a familiar perfume, and Bo Yanching’s motion of wiping his hair paused.

Seeing Kang Xiangyue sitting on the bed, his expression turned cold, “Who let you in?”

Kang Xiangyue stood up, glancing shyly at him and fiddling with her fingers, she lied, “Grandmother asked me to call you.

I thought you’d be quick, so I waited a while.

Are you mad?”

Bo Yanching frowned coldly, “You go down first.”

He headed to the closet, and Kang Xiangyue quickly followed, taking the initiative to pick a black shirt, “Wear this; you look good in this color.”

Ignoring Bo Yanching’s order to leave, she shamelessly clung to him.

She couldn’t bear to leave at such a time, her eyes nearly glued to his body, afraid to look too much for fear of angering him.

Bo Yanching simply picked another shirt and started putting it on, his voice cold, “You shouldn’t come into my room.

If there’s nothing important, don’t come to the Bo Family’s house anymore.”

Kang Xiangyue was stunned, her eyes reddening, “Yanqing, we’ve grown up together since we were kids.

You know well what I feel for you.

After so many years, I thought you had moved past that old issue and could accept someone new.

Not me, so Nan Jiaojiao can?”