Chapter 805: Even Her Identity Is Fake

Half of the document was pulled out, but without reading the words, it was stuffed back again.

Mo Tingshen placed the document on Bo Yanching’s bedside table, glanced at it briefly, realized he no longer had a place there, and decided to leave.

The next morning when he returned, Bo Yanching was already awake, leaning against the headboard and holding the item he’d withdrawn from the document bag.

“Knock knock.”

Mo Tingshen leaned against the door, knocked twice symbolically.

He was carrying breakfast packed by the hotel, placed it on the side table, then pushed it to the bedside, and took a bowl and spoon to serve porridge.

Glancing at what Bo Yanching was holding, “Last night I almost couldn’t resist taking a peek, what is it?”

Bo Yanching’s complexion wasn’t good; he had just undergone surgery, with little color in his face, yet the bloodshot eyes didn’t seem due to post-surgery fatigue.

He let out a cold laugh, tossed the item onto the bedside table, but missed the spot, causing it to fall to the ground.

Mo Tingshen bent down to pick it up, and paused for a moment upon seeing the marriage certificate.

The names on it were Yeh Hannian and Nan Nan.

But Nan Nan’s face was Nan Jiaojiao’s.

“What does it mean?” Mo Tingshen stuffed the item back into the document bag, asked.

Bo Yanching said indifferently, “Even her identity is fake.”

Mo Tingshen raised a brow in surprise, “Want me to check it out for you?”

Bo Yanching stayed silent for a moment; if he wanted to investigate, would he need anyone else to intervene?

Mo Tingshen didn’t press further, placed the bowl of porridge in front of Bo Yanching, served himself a bowl, pulled over a chair, and started eating alongside.

Halfway through the meal, the sound of high heels echoed in the hallway, moving closer.

Just as Yi Qinghuan was about to knock, she peeked inside, and laughed.

“I thought I was early, but looks like you’ve already started eating.”

She was carrying a breakfast package, took it out layer by layer, placed it on the table, with no room for porridge.

Seeing that Mo Tingshen brought a share enough for a few people, she put hers aside.

“Breakfast from the Imperial Garden, I went out of my way to get it, kept it warm on the way, so the taste shouldn’t be affected.”

While speaking, she casually glanced over at Bo Yanching.

The man wore a hospital gown, the vertical stripes didn’t appear bulky on him.

Fearing he might touch the wound, he hadn’t fully buttoned up, the bottom button was undone, the gown half tucked under the blanket, with the other half draped over the edge, the neckline loosely resting on his shoulder.

He leaned against the headboard, head tilted slightly, neck extended, clavicles sharply defined.

As he reached for the item on the bedside table, his arm stretched, revealing his lean, tight muscles under the thin fabric of his clothes.

Yi Qinghuan’s gaze flickered momentarily, discreetly noticing the rolled-up sleeves of Bo Yanching.

Even the blood vessels bulging on his arms had a sense of mature masculine intensity.

She forced herself to calm down, asked, “Feeling better?”

Bo Yanching replied with a sound, “Mm.”

“Good, I was worried you hadn’t woken up on the way here.

Glad I bought plenty of breakfast; I checked, it’s all safe to eat,” she sat down, “Mind if I join?”

Mo Tingshen handed her a pair of chopsticks, “How did you know?”

Yi Qinghuan paused while unpacking, then smiled, “I was there last night too, remember?

Later the seventh floor had an incident, I got stuck on the ninth floor with some friends until Loo Jinyang came to fetch us.”

Mo Tingshen had a rough idea from Yaen Chi; there was a bomb, but it was defused easily, so it didn’t take long, and was under control before panic spread widely.

Yaen Chi even treated everyone for last night’s expenses.

Only now did he recall Yi Qinghuan was also present last night, “Were you scared?”