Chapter 83: Can't Wait for You Anymore

Nan Jiaojiao completely ignored the caller, disconnecting the call and placing her phone on the table, bringing the hotter rice from the bottom of the clay pot to the top.

Shen Shichu stared at the screen, his face dark and foreboding, as he anxiously tugged at the lapel of his suit, intending to call Nan Jiaojiao back.

A small hand reached out and took his phone away.

Ye Shiqing wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head intimately against his chest, whining, “You’ve been out so long, mom and dad are worried.

They sent me to find you.”

Shen Shichu grabbed her shoulders, trying to push her away.

He never flirted with Ye Shiqing in public, but the situation was now different, and he needed the Ye Family’s support more than ever.

Hesitating for a moment, as Ye Shiqing nestled herself into his arms, he naturally wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Why aren’t you wearing a coat when you came out?”

“I was in a hurry.”

Ye Shiqing snuggled into his suit, looking up at him with tender affection, “Besides, I have you, don’t I?

You wouldn’t let me get cold, right?”

Shen Shichu’s mouth curled slightly, “Yes.”

“Then let’s go back.

Dad said he’s willing to invest.

I just spent a long time sweet-talking him into agreeing to ask for fewer shares.”

Ye Shiqing took his hand, “Moreover, once I marry you, dad will give all of Shen’s shares to me, and in the end, they’ll still be yours.”

Shen Shichu’s throat constricted with emotion, “Shiqing…”

Ye Shiqing interrupted, “I know about sis, I’ll talk to her, she’ll understand.”

His face changed slightly, lips pursed tightly, he squeezed her hand, “I don’t want you and your sister to fight over me.”

“There won’t be any fights, my sister is very easygoing.”

Ye Shiqing smiled coquettishly, feeling a sour twinge of jealousy in her heart.

She knew Shen’s finances were tight, and when Shen Shichu approached her father for help, she was the first to find out.

She pressured her father to set conditions — he could invest, but only if the engagement with Nan Jiaojiao was broken off and he married her instead.

Seeing Shen Shichu starting to waver settled her heart somewhat.

She could hardly wait to see Nan Jiaojiao struck by the blow.

So what if they were sisters?

The entire Ye Family stood behind her.

What did Nan Jiaojiao have?

Three days later, Nan Jiaojiao received an anonymous email.

It was the footage from the day she had substituted for Ye Wanting, the day someone had played a prank and pushed her into Han Qi’s arms.

At the time, she hadn’t noticed, but the surveillance footage revealed Han Qi’s hand on her waist, holding and pinching her, his head bowed to look at her with eyes that mingled insolence and ambiguity.

As the progress bar reached the last second, the video self-destructed.

As if on cue, a string of unfamiliar numbers called in.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression turned cold.

She had just answered the call when she heard Han Qi’s careless laughter, “Little fairy, I couldn’t wait any longer for you to look for me.

How about you come to see me instead?”

“Han Qi, is it?” Nan Jiaojiao asked in an icy tone.

“Right, right, the name’s Han Qi, I’m called Han Qi!” He sounded inexplicably excited, never having thought his name could sound so pleasant coming from a woman’s mouth.

Nan Jiaojiao: “Address.”

Han Qi was caught off guard, chuckling, “I had prepared a whole bunch of lines to coax or deceive you into seeing me, and I haven’t even used one yet.

You just directly asked for the address, making me feel quite defeated.”

Nan Jiaojiao remained silent.

The sudden quietude was uncomfortably awkward.

Han Qi, feeling awkward, rubbed his nose, “Shengyue Mansion, I’m at Shengyue Mansion, come here.”

Nan Jiaojiao hailed a cab and headed straight for Shengyue Mansion.

On the other side, Han Qi, with a playful grip on his phone, asked someone nearby, “Where has Third Master Bo gone?”