Chapter 810: Nan Mansion

That night Lu Zhenzhen was also there.

She thought Nan Jiaojiao wouldn’t come and planned to casually have a few drinks and leave, but coincidentally, her drinking opponent was Chu Yao, that alcoholic madwoman.

She barely wet her lips when Chu Yao already had three glasses of Remy Martin, let out a burp, and you could tell from the smell that she was drunk.

She dragged people around, warbling and starting to sing opera.

Lu Zhenzhen couldn’t stand Chu Yao’s irritating demeanor, more resentful than a turtle holding its breath in the deep sea for millennia.

Lu Zhenzhen was too lazy to take care of her and directly threw Chu Yao to Mo Tingshen.

When she was about to leave, she heard something happened on the 7th floor.

Lu Zhenzhen paid extra attention, quietly went to the balcony to call Nan Jiaojiao, and when she heard the phone was out of the service area, she knew what was going on.

That night was chaotic, and no one noticed when she left.

Lu Zhenzhen went back to her parents’ house.

She knew her parents were on vacation and Gao Zhe was on a business trip.

She unplugged the home’s phone line, went into the study, turned on three computers, searching for places where Nan Jiaojiao might appear, masking addresses, destroying surveillance, helping Nan Jiaojiao leave without worries, buying some time whenever possible.

She also threw her phone into the Lotus Pond on the day she went home, planning to buy a new one exactly when Gao Zhe returned.

“Lost in thought?”

Gao Zhe pinched her nose, Lu Zhenzhen turned her head to dodge, “I’m not, not at all.”

“Every day, don’t know what’s going through your mind.”

Gao Zhe picked her up, Lu Zhenzhen instinctively held onto his neck, thinking she was going to be carried into the room, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He teased her on purpose, put her on the sofa, got up, and left.

Lu Zhenzhen felt a bit frustrated, “What’s this, not kissing anymore?”

“Cooking.”

Lu Zhenzhen lay down, then turned over, facing the direction of the dining room.

Gao Zhe had already put on an apron and was taking something out of the fridge, truly intent on cooking.

She hummed, “Already kissed so much, and still thinking about food, such a mood killer!”

Gao Zhe glanced back at her, “How can you do anything on an empty stomach?”

“…”

Lu Zhenzhen suddenly realized, it’s usually her teasing Gao Zhe; Gao Zhe rarely teases her, but when he does, he goes all out, making her blush furiously.

She coyly shouted “Shameless rogue,” and buried her face into the throw pillow.

Green City.

Five in the evening.

After driving for over ten hours, only stopping twice in service areas, and even that was at Yaen Chi’s insistence; otherwise, Bo Yanching, that madman, wouldn’t have wanted to stop for even a moment.

“Brother Yan.”

Yaen Chi touched the steering wheel, looking at the ancient mansion built against the mountain ahead.

He immediately recognized the golden nanmu plaque hanging atop the main gate, bearing just two words:

Nan Mansion.

On either side of the entrance crouched two “Thirteen Guardian Warriors,” lions holding pearls in their mouths, exuding an awe-inspiring air.

“Damn…”

Even Yaen Chi, who prided himself on his vast knowledge, was shocked, “The Thirteen Guardian Warriors, in the past one needed to be an official of the first rank to use them.

What kind of background does Jiaojiao’s grandfather have, was her ancestor a prime minister?”

Bo Yanching sat in the back seat, equally stunned.

He had briefly mentioned it to Yaen Chi on the road.

He had only heard from Nan Jiaojiao that she was adopted by an old man when she was young.

Initially, when the car drove deep into the mountains, he thought the family might not be well-off, so there were a few boxes of valuable gifts in the trunk.

But Bo Yanching was afraid of shocking the old man, so he bought a few boxes of health supplements and milk at the foot of the mountain to mix in, thinking the old man wouldn’t know the prices.

Who would have thought it wasn’t a poor family at all?

Just one gate, and the words “either wealthy or noble” immediately sprang to mind.

“Let’s get out of the car first.”