Chapter 77: Do You Need Help Closing the Door for You Two

Bo Yanching looked over with a cool and indifferent gaze, “What did you say about her?”

He clearly heard everything!

With bitten lips, Kang Xiangyue underestimated Nan Jiaojiao.

Despite years of caution, she had still been outmaneuvered.

She couldn’t accept it.

Footsteps approached from outside the door, light and faint, unhurried, unlike those of a servant.

With gritted teeth, Kang Xiangyue hugged Bo Yanching’s waist, crying pitifully, “You can’t treat me this way, I’ve liked you for so many years, since we were children.”

Bo Yanching removed her hands and stepped aside, showing some impatience.

Kang Xiangyue’s eyes reddened, “Do you really dislike me that much?”

“Not necessarily, the Bo Family and Kang Family have interactions; don’t spoil this little bit of affection,” Bo Yanching began fastening the buttons on his shirt, a layer of frost forming in his eyes.

A sharp pain clenched Kang Xiangyue’s heart.

She hurried over to pull on his sleeve, her voice soft and slightly plaintive, “Then, you will still see me, right?”

“No need,” Bo Yanching raised his hand, brushing her off.

The boundaries were clear and unmistakable.

A corner of clothing flickered outside the door.

She could now see the tip of a shoe—white sneakers and light-colored denim.

Kang Xiangyue immediately knew it was Nan Jiaojiao.

With a hardened heart, Kang Xiangyue stumbled slightly and fell towards Bo Yanching, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him to the ground, intentionally brushing her mouth against his collar.

Bo Yanching courteously offered a hand but felt her deliberate pull downward.

He tried to release her, but Kang Xiangyue held on tight, using his momentum to bring them both to the floor.

Nan Jiaojiao walked in to see Bo Yanching and Kang Xiangyue holding each other tightly, their lips nearly touching.

Only one button was fastened on Bo Yanching’s shirt due to the strain, and it had rolled to Nan Jiaojiao’s feet.

She stepped on it with the tip of her shoe, her gaze slowly trailing to the well-defined chest and abs under his shirt.

Her lips curved slightly, her tone utterly steady and without a ripple, “Do you need help closing the door for the two of you?”

Bo Yanching’s complexion turned icy in an instant, his gaze piercing as he stared at Nan Jiaojiao.

She just stood at the doorway, not coming in, watching the scene unfold indifferently.

“Come here.”

Instead, Nan Jiaojiao took a step back.

She glanced at Bo Yanching’s hand on Kang Xiangyue’s back.

Those hands had once held her waist in those dark nights, calling her “little treasure,” “good girl.” Now, with someone else in his arms, his hold seemed more practiced.

“Nan Jiaojiao,” Bo Yanching’s tone deepened as he pushed Kang Xiangyue away and stood up.

Making a move towards the doorway.

Nan Jiaojiao reacted quickly.

The bedroom door opened outwards, and she kicked it, failing to close it.

The man stopped the door with his hand, but she resisted with the tip of her shoe, leaving a gap not wide enough for him to exit, regaining some composure.

“What are you shouting for?”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a cold look, “Your grandmother asked me to call you for dinner.”

It wasn’t her intention to interrupt.

As soon as she finished speaking, she slipped away, seemingly unhurried but as slippery as if she had greased her soles, darting off swiftly.

Bo Yanching’s fingers, clutching the doorframe, tightened inch by inch, his back teeth clenching, his thin lips coldly curling up as he muttered softly, “Little rascal, who are you cursing.”

Your grandmother.

“Yanqing.”

Kang Xiangyue covered her heart, picking up the hem of her dress.

Her right ankle had swollen, and she gasped with pain, “I didn’t know Miss Nan was here, I really twisted it.”

Bo Yanching’s gaze was cold as he looked at her, “Did you do it on purpose to upset her?”