Chapter 813: What Kind of Guest Needs Me to Meet Them Personally

As soon as Uncle Qiu left, Yaen Chi sat down, took a piece of the pastry from the exquisite plate, and bit into it.

His eyes widened immediately, and he laughed at himself, “I thought I was used to exotic delicacies, but a piece of pastry from the Nan family made me feel just a little inexperienced, no wonder—”

He looked at Bo Yanching, who sat beside him, and said, “Jiaojiao is particularly pampered, and there’s a reason for it.”

Bo Yanching held a teacup, his fingers stroking the rim, and lowered his eyes, deep in thought.

He knew its worth; this cup in his hand had fetched eight figures at auction the year before last.

The Nan Mansion possessed the entire set.

His heart suddenly started to race uncontrollably.

He realized just how little he knew about Nan Jiaojiao; just a glimpse into her life had already unsettled him.

“This mansion is at least a four-entry compound, isn’t it?”

Yaen Chi didn’t notice Bo Yanching’s unusual reaction.

He stood up, wandered around a bit, and suddenly heard some commotion from the front.

Bo Yanching immediately got up and walked in that direction.

“I was fishing peacefully, what’s all the noise about?

What guest requires me to meet them personally?

Did you see that fish bite?”

“Scared it away!

Who scared it away, compensate me!”

“I’m not having dinner, what’s there to eat!

Qiu, I warn you, don’t push me, or I’ll play dead on you!”

Old Master Nan sat on his recliner, insisting on staying glued to it, looking up and yelling, brandishing a cane haphazardly.

“Master, it’s six o’clock.

Did you forget, Young Master and Miss Jiaojiao require you to have regular meals, your stomach won’t digest well if you eat late.”

The old man stiffened his neck, “They aren’t here, can they control me!”

Uncle Qiu wasn’t surprised by this.

When the old man refused to come down, he ordered others to lift him together with the recliner.

The servants attending him were not too surprised either, and their squatting movements when lifting him were heartbreakingly practiced.

The old man was so angry his face turned red and his neck thickened, almost cursing.

Suddenly he saw two strangers standing in front of him.

Uncle Qiu introduced them, “This is Mr.

Bo and Mr.

Yaen, friends of Miss Jiaojiao.

They have been entrusted by Miss Jiaojiao to accompany you for the New Year.”

Old Master Nan’s eyes bulged.

Without looking at the people, he turned his head to accuse Uncle Qiu, then looked back.

He lay in the recliner, looking down at people, squinting like a sick man, without any aura, and allowing the younger generation to laugh at him in vain.

Fortunately, his skin was thick, so he tapped the armrest with his cane and reprimanded, “What are you fussing about, don’t you see there are guests?

Put me down.”

With a gesture from Uncle Qiu, the servants lowered the recliner.

The old man extended his hand, and Uncle Qiu bent down to support him, even predicting which side the old man would step out from first and let that side down lower.

“Ahem…”

The old man walked to the two of them, “Friends of Jiaojiao?”

Bo Yanching’s face remained calm, “Hello, I am Bo Yanching.”

Yaen Chi was not so composed, staring wide-eyed and speechless.

The old man who’d just been loudly complaining, “What guest requires me to meet them personally,” now stood before them, looking kind, his expression changing like magic, not even feeling embarrassed a moment ago.

The demeanor came on just like that.

“Hello, I’m Yaen Chi, we’re friends of Jiaojiao.”

Old Master Nan slightly tilted his head and snorted, “Didn’t she come back with you?”

Yaen Chi: “No, Jiaojiao isn’t on vacation yet, and several professors at the school are vying for her attention.

She can’t get away, so she sent us ahead.

Oh, right, Master, Jiaojiao is behaving well in Rongcheng.

I have a few of her photos here.”