Chapter 771: Tomorrow is Her Birthday

At the time, Bo Yanching didn’t quite understand, but the way she nestled in his arms and acted coquettishly made him feel very appreciated.

“Okay, I’ll remember that.”

With those words, he lifted her from his embrace and pressed her lips.

That night, Nan Jiaojiao was particularly proactive.

“What are you thinking?” Mo Tingshen waved his hand in front of Bo Yanching.

Resulting in receiving a stern look.

“Let Chu Yao help, bring Jiaojiao over to Shengyue Mansion tomorrow.”

Mo Tingshen raised his eyebrow, “Why, are you going to celebrate her birthday?”

“Mhm.”

“Then why don’t you go and invite her yourself?”

Bo Yanching: “I’m afraid I won’t be able to persuade her.”

No matter if she comes or not, he would still coax her tomorrow.

She could direct all her anger at him, and he would comply.

This time he truly realized he had made a big mistake.

If he couldn’t make it right, given Nan Jiaojiao’s temperament, she would surely refuse to see him again in the future.

He’d accept being meek and admit his fault.

Losing a bit of face was nothing.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before.

Mo Tingshen scoffed, “It’s rare to see you at a loss, how strange.”

“Can you two finish your chat?

If you’re done, please leave; this is an office, not a smoking area!”

Xu Shu had held back for a long time and couldn’t stand it any longer, with all the windows wide open.

Even the breeze coming in couldn’t disperse the smoke these two heavy smokers had exhaled.

“Hurry up and go, I still have to work a shift.”

Bo Yanching and Mo Tingshen both laughed, and when leaving, they put out their cigarettes and threw them in a paper cup, which was extinguished by the water at the bottom, emitting two wisps of black smoke.

Bo Yanching raised his hand to cover the mouth of the cup, precisely snuffing out the black smoke.

He didn’t go straight home, but instead drove his car beneath the Feisheng Tower.

He hadn’t opened the convertible roof, and through the windshield, he watched her bedroom with the light still on until late in the night.

Nan Jiaojiao was sitting behind the window, with the inner layer of the gauzy curtain drawn.

The table lamp cast her silhouette on the curtain, and she held a book, flipping through at a regular pace.

Anyone observing would think she wasn’t bothered at all.

If Bo Yanching didn’t know her better, that when her heart was troubled she would act serious, he might have believed she really didn’t care at all.

After the light turned off, he sat in the car for a while longer before he left.

Early the next morning, Nan Jiaojiao was awakened by the ringing of her phone, annoyed, she reached for her phone, just to see six missed calls on the screen, followed immediately by a call from Ye Congwen.

“Jiaojiao, are you up?”

Nan Jiaojiao responded irritably, “With you making so much noise, how could I not be?”

“How could you speak to your father like this!”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, and sighed long, “Get to the point.”

Ye Congwen was choked up; he had just assumed a fatherly tone, but didn’t get the reaction he wanted, and was instead bluntly shut down by Nan Jiaojiao, who didn’t hide her perfunctory tone at all.

He sincerely regretted making the call.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“I’m aware, it’s Ye Shiqing’s birthday.”

“You little….” Ye Congwen’s voice softened, “Isn’t it also your birthday, you and Shiqing share the same day.”

Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, staring at the dusty ceiling, without emotion, she replied, “Oh, is it.”

“Come to the old house for a birthday celebration.

Even though you moved out, everyone still remembers you.

Your grandfather specifically asked me to bring you.

Dress up nicely.

Oh right, do you have any clothes or jewelry?”

Nan Jiaojiao scoffed coldly, hosting a birthday for her?

Today belonged solely to Ye Shiqing.

The year she was recognized, Nan Jiaojiao went to the Ye Family full of anticipation, only to find that everyone in the Ye Family focused solely on Ye Shiqing.

She felt like an outsider, deliberately ignored, even the servants wouldn’t give her a second glance.