Chapter 765: The Treasure He Holds Dear in His Heart

“What did you say?”

The wind was strong, and Yaen Chi didn’t hear clearly.

But Bo Yanching didn’t say a word, and simply hung up the phone.

As long as everyone was safe, Yaen Chi took a moment to calm down, planning to wait a while longer in case of any emergency.

Now that he could contact Brother Yan, he could also get in touch with Han Chuan, who was often more capable in handling many situations than he was.

Indeed, Bo Yanching was too preoccupied to pay him any mind.

His heart and eyes were entirely filled with his girl.

While everyone was running out, only she was charging in, brushing past quite a few people.

Bo Yanching quickly walked over and embraced Nan Jiaojiao in his arms.

She didn’t see who it was and instinctively struggled, feeling a hand on the back of her neck, two fingers gently massaging her nape.

A familiar action that was etched into her bones.

There was only one person who would do that to her.

“Bo Yanching?”

“Mmm,” he said, tightening his hold on her back, pulling her closer into his embrace, tightening by a fraction, loosening by two, then holding tight again, his soft, low voice spreading by her ear, “It’s me.”

Bo Yanching soothed her with gentle pats, as if comforting a child, calming down her panicked and frightened emotions.

He rubbed Nan Jiaojiao’s head into his shoulder and looked up, his fierce gaze scanning the people who had just cursed at her.

The treasure he held dearest in his heart was not to be slighted by anyone.

Those who met his gaze either hastily rolled up their car windows or dared not meet his eyes, though they were still indignant on the inside, curling their lips and turning away.

“Bo Yanching?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head just as a beam of light from the side hit her.

Squinting, she vaguely focused on the man’s short, bristly hair, then spoke with a voice that seemed to fall from an unreal void, “Bo Yanching.”

“Mmm.”

The man smiled, his lips curving with an especially doting expression, “I’m here.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows and eyes drooped, her expression turning cold and icy in an instant as if a layer of frost had settled on her face.

She said in a hard voice, “Keep your distance from me!”

Bo Yanching paused, taken aback, and before he could react, he was suddenly kicked away.

Once he steadied himself, he searched frantically with his eyes for Nan Jiaojiao.

There she stood, amidst the panicked crowd, looking at him coldly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Where are you hurt?” she asked.

Bo Yanching quickly replied, “I’m fine, not hurt—”

Before he could finish his evasive response, he saw Nan Jiaojiao’s furrowed brow and realized something was amiss.

He looked down at himself, then unbuttoned his right cuff, rolled up his sleeve a few times, revealing a new wound on his arm.

It wasn’t dripping with blood.

The blood had already clotted on its own.

But the wound and the surrounding area were littered with bits of broken glass.

“I had just rolled down the car window when the car next to me had its window shatter.

I raised my hand to block it and accidentally got hurt.”

Perhaps Bo Yanching wasn’t even aware that he was being extra careful, wary of angering her.

He only let her catch a glimpse of the wound before covering it up with his sleeve again.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath and let it out heavily, “How do we leave?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“The hospital.”

Bo Yanching immediately realized that the girl was genuinely concerned about him, her concern expressed as anger on the surface.

If he said anything she didn’t want to hear at this moment, knowing her temperament, she wouldn’t bother arguing.

A cold silence from her could leave him unsettled.

“This car can’t get out, Han Chuan stayed behind to handle the aftermath, and I had Han Che come with another car.

Walk a bit outside; he’s within a kilometer.

As long as the traffic isn’t too bad, he’ll drive further in.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned and walked away.