Chapter 848: Shiliu

Yaen Chi nervously wiped his face and stepped aside, “Come on, is it really necessary?

Don’t do this.

I never said you should find a replacement.

Can’t you just relax?”

Those last two sentences, he said with a sense of guilt.

Bo Yanching took a deep drag of his cigarette and said flatly, “I’m going out for a walk.”

Yaen Chi wanted to follow, but Mo Tingshen glanced at him, and Yaen Chi, having thought of something, gave up.

The landscaping of Shengyue Mansion was done to the extreme beauty, with even the vegetation in the corners pruned regularly.

Looking out, the night scenery was shrouded in a thin layer of light and shadow, giving a sense of serene and ambiguous time.

However, compared to Mist Garden, the scenery of Shengyue Mansion was far from comparable.

The Plum Forest had already withered; Nan Jiaojiao lingered among the barren branches for half a day, digging a hole to roast sweet potatoes, which seemed to have lost its winter flavor.

After a few days, she indeed felt bored.

She held a cigarette holder in her hand, leaning against the wooden door, watching the gardener water the plants.

Roses climbed over the wall; Nan Jiaojiao picked one to place behind her ear, propping her elbow with one hand, mimicking Jiang Yu’s manner, took a puff, lips gently pursed, exhaling the smoke slowly.

So boring.

Nan Jiaojiao took out her phone; she had merely inserted her SIM card before but never turned it on.

This morning she did, and there were numerous missed calls and messages.

She didn’t dare log into WeChat, fearing that it would explode with notifications once she did.

She only returned a call to Lu Zhenzhen, ignoring the rest.

Including Yaen Chi, Mo Tingshen, Loo Jinyang, and,

Bo Yanching.

In ancient times, there was always the saying “the nearer to home, the more timid at heart.” Ever since returning to Rongcheng City, Nan Jiaojiao frequently thought of Bo Yanching, but she hadn’t figured out how to face him.

Any opening line seemed too pretentious.

If she waited for a chance encounter, who knows how long that would take in such a big city.

Nan Jiaojiao scrolled through her contacts, skipping over each name, pondering who to talk to, when Chu Yao’s call came in.

“Hello.”

The other side said nothing, so Nan Jiaojiao took the initiative, “Sister Chu Yao.”

“Are you possessed?”

Even through the air, one could imagine Chu Yao looking as if she had seen a ghost, “Did you go out and get possessed by a spirit?”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned against the doorframe and laughed softly, her voice gentle, “I was just thinking about you, and then you called me.

We must be telepathically connected.”

“Want to hang out with me?”

Chu Yao’s side was very quiet, uncomfortably so.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t sense anything wrong at that moment and playfully whined, “So, can I come or not?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly froze, then growled through gritted teeth, “Chu Yao, you turned on the speaker again!”

Chu Yao burst into laughter, “I’m peeling pomegranates, my hands are dirty, just put you on speaker for a moment.

Come visit me, I’m at Shengyue Mansion.”

“Ah…”

Nan Jiaojiao silently traced the route in her mind, “Coming from Mist Garden is too far, forget it, I’ll hang out with Zhenzhen.”

“What do you want with the young lady?

She’s been busy lately, handling more than one project.

How inconsiderate of you to bother her now.

I’m off for the next two days, come find me.”

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, “You talk a lot.”

“Are you coming or not!”

“I’m coming.”

Chu Yao was stern for just a second, “Dress nicely, wear those cheongsams or improved Hanfu of yours, don’t embarrass your sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao huffed and hung up the phone.

Chu Yao raised an eyebrow, holding up the phone, the screen facing upwards.

Standing in front of her was Bo Yanching.

She leisurely uttered two words, “Pomegranate.”