Chapter 811: Visiting in Person

Yaen Chi looked at Bo Yanching strangely, surprised as he was, Bo Yanching remained completely calm.

Those who have seen much of the world truly are different, so steady.

But soon he didn’t think so anymore.

Bo Yanching ordered, “Go open the door?”

“Why should I go?” It’s not like he was the one eagerly chasing after a wife, wasn’t knocking on the door something one should do personally?

What if the one who opened the door was Nan Jiaojiao’s grandfather, and Yaen Chi made the first impression?

If they mistook him for someone else, treating him warmly and Bo Yanching coldly, whose fault would that be?

“Just go, stop talking so much nonsense.”

“I must have owed you in a past life, I’ll knock then.”

Yaen Chi raised his hand but somehow couldn’t bring himself to knock.

Who said he didn’t feel anxious?

Wanting Bo Yanching to give him some courage, he glanced over, and suddenly Bo Yanching turned around and walked away.

“We’re already at the door, Brother Yan, isn’t it a bit…

cowardly to run away now?”

Yaen Chi followed and saw Bo Yanching taking out gifts from the trunk of the car.

His mind worked faster than his mouth, and the words slipped out smoothly.

After saying it, he felt it was inappropriate.

Letting an injured person carry heavy things was even more inappropriate.

Yaen Chi grabbed a few more boxes, hands completely full, and went back to knock on the door.

They didn’t wait long before the two wooden doors were pushed open from the inside.

An elderly man dressed in a gray long robe, with graying hair and black-framed glasses perched on his nose, appeared.

His eyes behind the lenses were gentle and calm, with a few wrinkles at the corners when he smiled.

His face was clean-shaven, without a beard or even stubble.

Yaen Chi’s first impression of the old man was true elegance.

Oh, this must be a scholarly family.

No wonder Nan Jiaojiao had such an innate composure, unruffled by any change.

Yaen Chi exchanged a glance with Bo Yanching, but the latter didn’t look at him and politely asked, “Hello, is this Nan Jiaojiao’s home?”

The old man restrainedly sized up the two of them, his gaze was not presumptuous, and he didn’t let them feel the slightest discomfort.

Instead of answering, he asked, “Who might you two be?”

“I am Jiaojiao’s—”

“We are Jiaojiao’s friends.” Yaen Chi feared Bo Yanching would be too blunt, revealing their relationship with Nan Jiaojiao right off the bat.

Could anyone visit for the first time and be so direct?

Didn’t he know how picky the parents could be about the first impression of a son-in-law?

“Miss’s friends?

I seem to recall Miss mentioning some friends in Rongcheng City, but I thought they were all girls?”

“You must be referring to Miss Lu and Chu Yao, we know them as well, all friends,” Yaen Chi keenly noticed how the old man addressed Nan Jiaojiao, “You call her Miss Jiaojiao, so you aren’t her grandfather?”

The old man smiled and waved, “How could an old servant have such good fortune?

Miss is the child our master adopted, and she calls me Uncle Qiu, but the role of grandfather, I dare not assume.”

Uncle Qiu saw they were holding gifts, it was inappropriate to let them stand at the door for long, so he invited them inside.

He said casually, “Please follow me.”

Bo Yanching quietly observed.

Initially, he didn’t quite agree with how the old man was so unwary of strangers, inviting them in after just a few words.

The lack of safety awareness was troubling, but once inside, he realized the ancient house was full of hidden layers.

The courtyard spread out from the center in a Bagua formation, with death gates at the four corners.

Even the pebble path was meticulously laid; a wrong step on a first visit, without a guide, could catch you off guard before you could react.

Besides, the flower beds planted in the southeast corner.

Each plant was poisonous.